Lost (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

I stopped thinking about yesterdays events and got up from my bed.I brushed my teeth and applied some concealer just so I do not look like a complete zombie. i slipped my grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

I really feel like shit. And tomorrow is my first day of school here. I looked at my clock and it's already 12 PM. This day will be a complete failure I can see.

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The sun went down as i was sitting on the edge of my bed. I feel so tired, like my head is going to fall from my neck. My back hurts like hell. My head hurts like hell. My arms hurt like hell. Everything hurts like hell.

My phone is no where to be found I've been searching for a couple of hours now. I turned my room upside down, and it's gone. I can't believe I lost something that I can't live without. My phone is a part of me and God knows where it is. I don't even remember when I had it the last time. I feel so bored so I turn my laptop and facebook. For half and hour i've been going through my time line or whatever it's called. And there is nothing, literally nothing interesting so somehow I end up playing Wow(wold of warcraft). I don't know why but i just love that game. I love games in general but whatever. It's past midnight when I turn of the game. And for the last time today i went on my facebook and twitter to check messages and notifications. None of them seems interesting except Louis sent me a message asking if i want to go to the premiere of 'Annabelle' with him. I love horror movies so why not? I reply and before i know it he is picking me up.

I dressed my black tight jeans and a nirvana sleeveless-shirt. Black as usual. And my bag of course. I grab a bottle of water on my way out and I yell bye to mother and father (if he is even here) and i start to walk toward the car. i hate walking toward someone who is looking at me. Then i feel really awkward

My hands reach for the car door to open them but he opens them first from drivers seat.

''Hey. U ready?'' He said and made an eye-contact with me. He's wearing dark grey jeans and a colorful t-shirt like those hipsters. His arms are covered with all kind of tattoos and marks. I love tattoos but i never had the nerve to get one.

''sure.''

''you look nice haha'' He smiled like it was something cute or shit. i looked at him and said thanks so i don't turn like a complete asshole.
The night was too long if u ask me, but I had good time. I felt like I needed some time alone with a stranger so I can relax. He wasn't actually boring or annoying, he was pleasant. And he has good taste in movies. I'm not sure when i arrived home but it was really late and I wasn't tired at all.

''i hope we can do this again sometimes but not this late, good luck tomorrow at school. First day and all if u need anything you can always come to me and i'll help.'' He said. He is a real sweetheart, u know no one would ever assume that someone looking like this would be nice. To anyone.

''Thanks'' I hope tomorrow, i mean today is going to be good cause i do feel little scared. I don't really care what other people think about me but i'm feeling nervous and scared, just a little. I guess it's normal. I hug him goodbye.

It's half past five when i try to fall asleep. But no luck. School starts at 8 am so i decide i might so some research before. and than again i end up on my laptop. i find few coffee shops near school and home that seem fine for buying my morning coffee. I somehow end up playing my guitar and singing. if i didn't say before i have been playing guitar for almost 7 years and it makes me feel awesome. Anyways it's almost 6 when i fall asleep on my bed. yea that's fine like an hour of sleep, the usual.