Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A annoying sound fills the air and I start rolling over, but there's a weight on my chest stopping me. Not a metaphor, something kind of heavy! I grab it, put it only purrs in delight. My eyes shoot open. That damn CAT

Meow

"Ahh get off me you stupid thing" I gasp, sitting up only to let out a sneeze.

I hate allergies!

I trail out of my room and huff at my Willow "it was in my room" I groan

"Sorry, she looked cold" Lo, explained. She was sitting in her pink bunny pyjamas eating scrambled eggs- huh?

"Morning Dear" my Moms voice disrupts my thoughts.

"Mum" she smiles at me

"Yep, I'm home today! She chirps "searching for a new job" she smiles

I smile and sit down to eat, it's been a little while since this has happened. A month maybe? I take a tablet with my breakfast and hope the snuffling and itchy eyes go away. Willow looks a lot better since her cold is gone, her lips look somewhat happier now they aren't cracked and drooped.

I stare into the mirror. I look utterly terrible- bags under my eyes, red, itchy noes and eyes. I groan, if I could stay home I would but school is too important at the start of the year.

The school bus comes down the street and she meets up with her friend Lola, leaving me walk to myself. Today I was looking at people, how they seem happy or sad. How old do they look, are they married, where are they going. I've always been curious about the world around me. From a young age I've learnt to keep myself occupied by observing and analysing the world go by. I get to witness it- many people these days just rush through everything when there's so much beauty everywhere.

I soon find myself at school, I don't even have to think about where I'm going, I know the route. I check my timetable.

Physical Education

I have never been very good at spots in my opinion, I'm a little to uncoordinated. But if there was something I had to be good at, it was definitely dodge and jumping exercises like high and long jump. I liked to picture my self as something from a movie.

I open the girls locker room and hope the door doesn't sound, but it does and the girls changing stare at me. I quickly slither in and through the cluster of half bear body's and try to find a nice corner. I try to keep my jumper on while I get my sport shorts on because it's just long enough to not let anyone see your bottom. My shirt is much more difficult- how do these girls feel so confident showing their body's around others, then I remember how they like to discuss their past 'experiences' with the opposite gender. What a waste of time.

A cheerleader, I think her name is Natalie is whispering to some other girls about who I assumed to be me.

"Not even first or second base?" She asked in a hushed voice. I imagine the girls shake their head or something.

"Wow" she exclaimed- she doesn't sound nasty, just a bit sympathetic and surprised. "I feel kinda' sorry for her" and that's all I hear. Why on earth would she feel bad? I think I'm lucky boys don't bother me.

The bell goes and we all shuffle out of the locker room in the same yellow and light blue uniform.

The teacher tells us that we would be starting up with a jog and a warm up before basket ball. I hate ball sports! We jog around the small excuse for an oval- two laps to be precise. I find myself pacing the middle of the girls, it's not that I can't get to the front I just don't like to draw much attention to myself when it's only a warm up.

Once we are all finished, even Luke - the sort of, pudgy boy, warm up. As we do the teacher tells us how morning exercise is the best way to start the day, I'm sure most of the kids beg to differ. Someone pushes onto the circle, causing everyone to get shoved a little. I can't quite see who it is but the teacher answers my thoughts when he stares down at his clip board and calls him out,

"Styles, I'm assuming" Mr Tims raises his eyebrows.

"Yep" he shrugs

"Late," the teacher mutters, "join in, I will let it slide today."

Harry joins in with little arm circles, his arms seem a little to long though. They seem in that awkward position of trying hard not to hit anyone else, and keeping them actually up and swirling. I smile a little.

After warm up the teacher tells us to get into groups of five to do some ball drills. Girls swarm together and I find myself wishing I go up, introduce myself and casually join in but I'm not brave enough. Instead I stand watching and hoping someone will accept me or the teacher would make me go into a group- a habit I picked up long ago. It works though, the teacher forces me to go with three boys and one girl, Harry happened to be one of them.

Eliza, the pretty redhead from my English class, a popular boy called Josh, Louis and Harry were in my group. We all got balls and started shooting some hoops, but in my case it was more like hit the backboard and watch it re-bound. Eliza talked to me first.

"Boys huh?" She smiles "look at them, all competitive, they need to be the best all the time don't they." She sighs

"Yep they sure are interesting" I say, attempting to get the orange ball through the hoop again

"Hot though!" She exclaims, causing me to giggle.

"Oi, Danielle!" A voice calls out to me

"Danica" I remind Harry.

"Oh yea, sorry" he mumbles "if we are going to be on the same team, you need to be able to throw this in there" he grumps, pointing to the basket ball goal.

"I can" I state, but the only thing I gain is a look that says prove it.

I throw the ball and hit hits the pole, I failed miserably

"Bullshit!" He smirks grabbing it from the ground, he dunks it in casually. "Here" he says placing it into my hands, he grabs them gently and puts them into the shooting position. "Try to hit right above the hoop, on that black square" his breath hits my neck. Why am I letting him do this? It doesn't feel normal.

He lets go and I focus on the black line, a chuck it up. It's so close but doesn't go in.

He pats my back, and I feel slightly uncomfortable

A game starts and I mostly stand around and watch how hard people are trying. For some of them it is important at this very moment. They all have their own minds and I'm thinking about what's happening in their minds. It's reall-

"DANI" someone screeches, and a ball flys to me. It's like in one of those typical movies, where you catch the ball and everything comes back to you, sounds and your focus. But that moment ended a little to quickly because someone swats the ball out of my hand.

"Told you she would fuck up" Harry chuckles at Louis I feel my cheeks redden in anger

I pick up the ball and chuck it at his legs. "You not very nice" I yell to him.

"I thought we were friends" he smiles, more like a smirk.

"Friends don't say mean stuff like that" I argue, picking up the ball that rebounded from his leg. " and beside, one phone call only makes us acquaintances" is say in an attempt to shove the basket pall to his chest.

I look up at his face that is now scowling, and I feel slightly afraid. "Fine, glad we agree. You're retarded enough as it is" He tosses the ball behind him and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Take that back" I feel my voice crack a little, not that i was going to cry I just hated people saying awful things.

He heads towards the exit of the gym, before swiftly turning around. "You look like shit, by the way!" And walks off. By this time Everyone else had left, and I was just standing.

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