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Chapter 4

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I get up early and grab all my things to go take my shower. I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I turn the knob in the shower and turn the water on, while twisting and turning the knob I repeatedly check the water to see if its the right temperature. Finally I had gotten it the right temperature and stripped down my clothes and stepped in the shower. For a moment I sat under the water daydreaming until I had remembered that the coach was going to tell who's on the team today. Excitement swallowed me and I hurried to shower and got out. I grabbed my towel and walked back to my room quickly. As I got there I look for a pair of skinny black jeans and a shirt. As I finished putting my clothes on and hurry to my mirror only to ruffle my curls and walks out the door.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit basket and grabbed my bag from beside the kitchen table,I didn't really know why I'd put it there. I headed through the door and toward the bus station hoping I didn't or at least don't miss it. The station was a couple blocks away so I pulled out my phone and played a game I'd found in the app store a few days ago.

After a few failures and victories, I was finally at the station. I stood next to the seating area only because I, personally, thought sitting on that was disgusting. I've seen who and what sits on that...thing. I stared at the green bench in disgust. The spot I was staring at also happen to be a spot next to an young lady. She looked up at me and scrunched her face up at me. I looked down at the ground and just as I did so I heard the roar of the bus's engine which told me the bus was near. I stood from the cold metal pole and stood and waited for the for the truck like machine to appear before me.

As the bus made its stop I walked to the entrance of the bus and waited for the driver to open the doors. The door flew open allowing me to enter the bus and so that's what I did. I walked to the nearest pole to cling onto. I hated sitting on those dirty seats. God I need a car and fast!

I fell asleep halfway through the ride. I'd wake up every stop to see if it was my stop. I woke up a couple of stops away from mine so I stayed awake for the rest of the ride.

My stop had finally come and I hurried off the ferm filled bus and down the street to the school. As I turn the corner to enter through the back but of course the gate was locked. I groan and begin walking around towards the entrance of the school.

As I walked up to the front doors and raised my arm up to the handle. I opened the doors revealing me to a swarm of teenagers walking and running in front of me. I continue down the hall heading toward my locker to grab my things when I see Tarah waving at me. I turn around to make sure she was waving at me for sure.

"Hi Harry." She smiled but I don't smile back. Instead I turn to my locker and begin taking my books out."Harry. What's up with you? Why are you in such a crappy mood?"

"I'm not in a crappy mood. I just feeling a bit down because I was laughed at and insulted yesterday."

"What? By who? I'm sure I can get them to learn a lesson or two."

"I don't think you'd want to beat your boyfriend and yourself would you?"I roll my eyes and close my locker then begin to walk toward my class.

I could hear her footsteps behind me."Harry what are you talking about? I'd never laugh at you especially if it's something that hurts you and I'm sure its the same thing with Zayn."

"I high-ly doubt it." I mentally laugh and pat myself on the back for that. Good job, Styles.

"Harry, I swear me nor Zayn would do that to you. I swear to god."

"Whatever you say Tarah.."I say, shaking my head."You obviously don't remember what happened yesterday."

"What? What happened yesterday?" She asks, as I near the class. I walk in and set my books down on my desk watching as she sat down next to me waiting for an answer.

"If you don't remember, I don't either.."

Any further questions she asked, I ignored which made her stop asking anymore.

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A few minutes before class ended the door swung open. The coach came through the door with a clipboard in hand. He held it up to his face skimming over the piece of paper.

"All the names that I call are the players on the Football team. Trever Johnson, Louis Tomlinson, Thomas Dundee, Howard Helling, and.." He paused for an unknown moment to check the papers. I crossed my fingers hoping my name would slip through his lips. Please please please I thought.

"Harry Styles."

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Hello there! I've updated this..finally after like a long time. I'm sorry its been so long. I've been busy with a lot of stuff and helping my mom and stuff. I'm also very sorry that this chapter is short I wanted to get something up to let you all know I'm still writing it. So...

May the odds be ever in your favor, Goodbye!!!!