Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 9

Bella's POV

When I woke up in the morning I wasn't sleeping in my bed. I was laying on my floor of my bedroom instead. My hand I wrapped in bandages from last night. I don't recall the time I fell asleep, but I'm sure I cried until I couldn't anymore.

I got up and changed into a new pair of jeans and kept Harry's sweatshirt on. My hand still stung like hell and I didn't bother to clean up the glass on my floor. I could see that I had barely enough time to get ready for school. So I brushed my hair and put it in a quick bun. I put on my glasses and found a pair or converse. I left quickly grabbing my backpack.

It was hard to drive with this damn bandage on my hand but I managed. When I got to school I was right on time for when the homeroom bell. I sat down and the events from last night fill my mind again and again. My mom thought I talked to harry, and I don't talk to anyone. I felt horrible, I am selfish, she was right. I don't talk to my mom. But it's not like she cared until last night. I knew she was drunk, I'm not so sure if Harry saw that. But it was embarrassing. And I wish I could just stay with Harry forever. I'm not even sure what's gotten into me. I've been feeling so stressed and I cracked a mirror because I couldn't handle looking at my reflection. God, I'm so pathetic. Why does Harry even hang out with me?

I don't even want to count the number of times I've even asked myself that.

The bell rang for math and I was completely out of it. When I got there I sat in my seat looking at my bandaged hand the whole time. I didn't even bother glancing at Harry. I probably looked horrible, and tired from last night. When the teacher started a lecture I didn't even bother to take notes, I just sat there in my seat tuning everyone out. My mind just blanked. I don't even know what to say for myself. I'm pathetic. And I wish I never let Harry into my life, then I wouldn't have to think about him and how much better he is than me. How good he has it. I don't know why I let him sit with me at lunch for the times he did. I'm quiet so I don't have to deal with all this emotion. And even being quiet wasn't working to stop it all.

I went through a few more classes until it was lunch time. I was hoping harry would just sit with his friends today so I could save myself from human contact. But as I walked outside he sat there with a notebook out working on something. I wanted to turn around and run away but I didn't have the heart. So I walked to the tree he leaned up against. His eyes found me as I sat down next to him. He smiled. And I wish I could return it back, but I'm in not mood.

"So I see your liking my sweatshirt," he teases.

I nod to him and pull a somewhat reassuring smile. When I tried to cover my injured hand with the sleeves it only drew more attention to it.

"What happened to your hand?" He looks at me with a confused expression.

I shake my head and smile, meaning, it's nothing. But I'm sure he didn't get it when he took my hand, making me flinch and my hand sting in pain. "Bella it could be broken. What the hell happened?" He asks again. I just looked up at him not indicating an answer back. I'm not going to tell him I had a nervous breakdown and broke my mirror because I can't stand my life. I try not to think about it. But his stare on me is making me sweat. "Bella, did someone hurt you?" He asks and I shake my head no, looking at the ground. Then I look at Harry, he looks serious. And he won't stop giving me this death stare. "Did you hurt yourself?" He asks me. I'm not so sure the answer myself. I broke a mirror. So I shrugged emotionlessly. Why would he care if I hurt myself? "Did you? Bella please answer me." He pleads. I rub my face and adjust my glasses. He took out his notebook and turned a page. "Write it on here, now." He said giving me his pen. So I wrote my honest answer:

I broke a mirror

When he read it he looked confused.

"On accident?" He said, then I shook my head no.