Marked By The Devil

Chapter 1

"Ms. Manson?" The voice in front of me broke me from my chain of thoughts.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry did you say something?" I apologize to my middle aged teacher. The wrinkles on her face became prominent as she frowned at me. She looked disappointed as she walked back to the white board, completely ignoring my question and continuing the lesson. I tried my hardest not lose focus again but goddamn this teacher was boring. The bell rung, saving me and obviously frustrating cranky ass Mrs. Bubble. I laughed at the look on her face as I made my way out of the class, Gracie waiting for me in the hall.

"Hey Bitch." She laughed, hitting my shoulder. "Guess who got asked to prom? ME! That's who. Harry was so sweet. He even brought me roses!" She squealed. I stopped in my tracks. His name rolling off of her lips catching me completely off guard.

"Harry asked you?" I said, sounding a lot more upset than I intended to. She smiled nervously, looking at the ground.

"I hope that doesn't bother you kay. I know you had a crush on him at the beginning of the year but I couldn't say no. He's so cute and he smells so fucking good!" she tried to explain. My eyes were focused on her but I couldn't blame her. Harry Styles, the one and only, wasn't just my crush. I had been in love with him since the very day he moved into the neighborhood. He was 10 and I was 9 but that boy made me fall so hard.

"It's fine, just caught me by surprise that's all." I shrugged, my voice cracking and betraying me. She kept on babbling about how amazing her promposal was and I just stared at the ground.

"Kay! Wait up." His voice filled my ears. I turned to face him and his perfect green eyes locked with mine. He was wearing his usual, black skinny jeans and some crazy ass shirt that looked like it belonged in the trash ten years ago. But he made it work though, only he could.

"Yeah? What's up?" I acted nonchalantly, playing with a thread hanging from my sweater sleeves. Gracie and him exchanged smiles and flirty looks.

Fucking ew.

"Your mom called and asked me to give you a ride" he smiled, his dimple popping out to slap me right in the face. I just nodded as he and Gracie completely forgot I existed, carrying their own conversation about what she would wear to prom.

"Well I gotta go." Gracie frowned, kissing Harry's cheek and waving at me. "See you tomorrow!" She added, walking in the opposite direction. Harry watched her as she walked away, and I watched him. I watched him look at her the way I've always wanted to be looked at by him. He turned to me and let about a breath, leading me to his car.

"So why are you driving me home again?" I asked as he opened his car door for me and shut it when I was inside. I watched him do a tiny run to get to the driver's side and I smiled slightly.

"Because that's what I totally rather be doing with my evening than talking to my hot prom date" he chuckled, completely clueless to how much that hurt me. I laughed falsely, keeping my eyes on the road as he pulled out of the school's driveway.
I wanted to ask him why he asked Gracie but it isn't my place. But when have I ever not done anything stupid so.

"So what's the interest in Gracie now?" I said dryly, keeping my eyes away from him. I couldn't bare see his smile when I said her name.

"She's sweet and charming. She always lends me a pencil in Math class. She's hot and damn." He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "She's really great, Kay."

Wow. Okay Harry.

"Yeah I bet." I tried to smile, glancing at him. That hurt like a motherfucker bro.

We finally pulled up to my house and I opened the door, thanking him quickly. I couldn't be around him anymore. As soon as I have my back to him and walked to my front door, the tears I had been holding in pricked at my eyes. I walked into my house, ignoring my mom and heading right up to my room.

From my window, I could see him get out of his car and wave at our neighbors like the amazing person he is. He makes this so hard for me. I let my tears fall as I plopped down on my bed.

"Sweetie?" My mom knocked at my door. My eyes shut and I let out a shaky breathe.

"Come in." I said, sitting up from the fetal position I was in. She looked at me cautiously and sighed.

"What did he do?" She knew. She always does. The lump in my throat formed again, and my eyes began to water.

"He broke my heart mom, and he doesn't even know it"

He doesn't even know.
Fuck.