Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 2

Bella's POV

I was upset, broken, hurt. Tears sprawled out on my cheeks and sleeves, making me feel desperate and weak. I felt betrayed and I was sick of the feeling.

I found the place we would always go to together, only making me sob harder. We found it. We created our own hiding spot from the world.

Even though I had no idea what I was even thinking or feeling, I felt it anyway.

I submerged in water, all around me. I drowned myself in it, literally waiting for the pain to go away. I stayed underwater.

Drifting effortlessly to my death, I closed my eyes. Waiting for it to go away.

In that moment not only did I feel numb, but I felt something hold onto my arm and...

I awoke in my bed, Tuesday morning. Right after the strange dream I have almost all the time now. The strange part about my dream is that not only do I know how sad I feel in it, but I have no idea why. In the dream it seems as though I know exactly what happened and how it will go. But I wake up confused on the entire thing.

Dreams are weird. And confusing.

I get ready for school slowely, seeing that I woke up a little bit early today. So I took a shower and blow dried my hair to its natural waviness. I decided on wearing a loose navy blue sweater and skinny jeans. I clean my glasses and look in the mirror. I stare at my reflection, annoyed. I don't particularly love my face. It just frustrating. I have weird freckles on my cheeks and small lips. My eyes are just so regular and brown. Everyone has blue, green, or hazel eyes and it makes me extremely jealous. Eyes are just so beautiful and to waste them on a dull color is so irritating. Not like I can change my face. I'm stuck with it for life, so I'll have to get used to it.

I groaned and left the bathroom, turning off the lights. I checked and saw I had just enough time to put some salad in a container for lunch. So I did that, then got the "lovely" surprise by seeing my mother passed out on the couch in the same clothes she left in last night. I put a blanket over her and leave the house just in time to get to school.

When I get to school I rush to my locker and put some stuff inside, then take some out and head to homeroom with my books held tightly in my hands. I get to the classroom and sit in my seat. I'm too tired to do any studying so I take out my book and read.

I read for a while until the bell rings to go to first period. I'm the last one out, again, and make my way to math class. I walk fast and when I get to math class I find my seat all the way in the back. When everyone is here Mrs.Weathers tells us to take out or notes because we are starting a new lesson. So I take out my spiral and a pen and take the notes to our lesson on the board.

Then suddenly the door is barged open. I jumped a little in my seat, then looking around thankfully no one noticed. I look to the front or the room. A guy barged in the class, he wore black jeans and a white t shirt. But what stood out the most when I look at him was his face. He was...Beautiful? Yet he was so masculine looking. He was perfect. And I wanted to draw him for some odd reason. He had a black backpack slung over one shoulder, as the entire class eyed him up and down.

"Your late." The teacher snarks.

"I uh, changed my schedule." He said then licking his lips after he spoke.

"Oh. Your must me Harry,"

He smiled proudly "That would be me." He said confidently.

"Alright, you can take a seat anywhere you like. We are starting a new lesson, I suggest you take notes." Mrs.Weathers said to him.