Moments - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction (COMPLETE)

First Day Of School

"So did mommy make new friends at school?" Darcy asked innocently as she stared into my eyes smiling at me.

"Not exactly baby." I replied sadly and Darcy's eyes suddenly filled with confusion.

I pushed her hair once again gently out of her face and continued with the story.

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I woke up the next morning dreading the day ahead of me. On the inside I wished somehow that the people at this school would like me but in my head I knew that wasn't going to happen.

I quickly had a shower and got dressed making sure I had all my books for my classes. I wore a pair of distressed skinny blue denim jeans, a tight-fitted v-neck grey t-shirt, a leather jacket and my black converse. I also braided my wavy hair to the side again.

After getting ready I went downstairs got some breakfast and then left the house to catch the bus.

I stood in the cold for about ten minutes before the number '36' pulled up which is the bus that will now bring me to school. I jumped onto the step and quickly handed the exact change to the driver. He nodded and signalled for me to sit down. I found a seat and began looking through my phone.

Not a single text. No-one even cares i'm gone. They don't care that I left London.

I felt a lump appear in my throat but immediately pushed it back as I felt a presence beside me.

"Hi! I'm Andy!" The girl sat beside me and cheerily introduced herself as she held out her hand. She had ash-blonde hair cut into a bob which defined her face and beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, i'm Olivia." I replied telling the girl my name. We talked a bit on the bus and discovered we were in a few classes together. We quickly became friends and even walked into school with each-other. She helped me find my locker and classes. Let's just say Andy was the only friendly person I met that day.

Let's make a list shall we?

I got: slagged,teased, hit 'accidentally', people dropped my books, slammed my locker, called me a slag, a whore. Everything you could imagine and that wasn't even the worst part.

I spotted Harry near my locker with a group of his friends. They were all mainly the ones who made my first day miserable but I didn't care. I really wanted to say hi to him.

"Hey Harry!" I said happily as I walked up next to him while the gang of sluts glared at me sending me daggers.

He quickly became nervous and replied. "Uh..who are you?" Wow that felt like a punch in the gut. I stepped back a bit as if I had actually been punched. The sluts started sniggering and I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

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"Hawwy was mean to Owivia?" My daughter asked looking upset as if it was actually her in the story.

"He was Darcy, and Olivia was very sad about it." I replied trying to make it sound simple. This story however is not.

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"What?" I asked astonished.

"You heard him he doesn't know you!" The blonde bimbo of a queen bee stepped in front of me, sending me a death stare.

Harry looked hurt but did nothing to stop her as she slapped me across the face. I held my hand over my now red-raw cheek that had just been hit. "You know what?! Screw you Styles!" I screamed and then ran out of the building letting the tears stream freely down my face. I didn't even care about the classes I was missing. Even though one was art which was the only thing I was truly passionate about doing.