Enmity ||Harry Styles||

Chapter 12

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. After stretching, I stand and notice pain in my legs. It's like the kind of pain the hurts, but doesn't hurt at the same time. I walk to my bathroom to do my morning tasks.

Looking in the mirror I see that my eyes are unbearably red and puffy. My nose is red also, and my hair is all tangled. Along with looking horrible, I have an extreme migraine. I just don't feel good today.

I strip my clothes off to take a shower. Doing that I notice brown in my underwear. My eyebrows furrow. Then a thought crosses my head. I go to my phone, that's still on my bed, and check the date.

September eighth.

I let out a groan. That's why my legs are hurting. I mentally curse for being a girl. Out of all times that I have to feel like shit, I also have to get my period. While huffing I go to the shower and turn it to a hot temperature. I hurry to wash my body so I won't run late. Of course while in the shower I start to get cramps. After washing myself and my hair, I grab a towel and go to my room.

I grab some plain underwear. No lace or anything fancy while I have my monthly visitor. I go back to the bathroom to get a tampon. After that I put on some sweats and a t-shirt. Then I proceed to brush my teeth and wash my face. I throw my hair in a bun then go downstairs.

I grab run back up the stairs to grab a Ibuprofen. A honk is sounded as I walk down the stairs. After that talk with Hannah yesterday, I think we've become closer. In fact, I am closer to her than anybody else in our group. Now it feels like I can tell her anything. It also feels like she has a whole new understanding of Harry. Before she hands down thought he was scum. I guess her seeing the way I talk about him just showed that Harry really isn't that bad.

Then I wish she still detested him. It would make it a whole lot easier to just be mad at him. Not mad, but infuriated. No I don't want that, but it would make it easier to hear someone call him unthinkable names. Especially with that whole confession. It's the God honest truth that I might be in love with Harry Styles. Not even might, but am.

I also want to scold myself for being very naive. The heart is a delicate thing, and you can't just play around with. Testing the waters can just easily cause you a heartbreak. So I want someone to yell at me for loving someone in just the matter of a week. I never thought I'd be one of those girls that can fall in love just like that. Can you really call it love? Or is it just my infatuation with him? Is it just a phase? The thrill he gives me?

No, it's not. He knew he had my heart the very first time he walked into the cafeteria and met my eyes. He knew what he was doing. Even when I heard him tell me not to fall in live with him, he knew that I was on my way there.

The drive to school was silent. The sound of Katy Perry was playing silently though the car. I was still reflecting over everything. Once we were out of the car and walking in the halls, Hannah spoke.

"Are you okay?" She simply asks. I hesitate deciding to tell her my thoughts or just leave them be. Eventually I nod my head.

"Yeah, I'm just deep in thought." I force a smile on my face. Hannah probably saw through my facade. She stares at me intently, then nods and continues walking.

We make our way to first period. I'm really not in the mood for school. My headache is still here. It's getting really frustrating. I just want to go home and sleep forever. Then my legs are still hurting. It's just so uncomfortable. I rest my head in my arms.

Before I know it the bell has rang for second period. I lift my head and take a deep breath. Hannah's looking at me with concern.

"Is this about yesterday? Maybe you should give Harry a call. Talk to him maybe." She suggests. I shrug my shoulders.