Last (Harry Styles)

Nineteen

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"Kris, you have to wake up." My dad said, shaking my arm. "It's 6:30, and Mandy's here." I jumped up at his mentioning of Mandy, only to find I was on the couch in the living room.

I yawned. "I know, we didn't get to bed until after midnight." My dad chuckled.

"Whyyyy." I exasperated, flopping my head back on the couch.

"It sucks, but Mandy is here to drive you." He said, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

I headed up the stairs, Mandy following closely behind me. I flopped on my bed with a yawn.

"So, you and your dad?" She asked.

"Miranda, I am not functioning at the moment." I said.

"Clearly." She muttered, helping me up. "Go wash your face. I'll find an outfit."

"But what if I don't approve?"

"Kris, we've been friends since we were eleven.. I'm pretty sure I know what you do/don't approve of."

"True." I muttered, walking into my bathroom.

When I came back in my room, Miranda had a floral crop paired with black sailor high-waisted shorts, a basic red and black flannel off to the side along with my high tops.

"Grungy today?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied, setting on my bed and taking out her phone. She waited for me to finish getting ready. I finished off my look with minimal make up, and crimped hair.

"Your hair...." She squealed.

"You said grungy.." I shrugged, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs.

I met my dad in the kitchen. "Here." He said handing me a ten dollar bill.

What? This is surely not something he's done in the past six years.

"Go get a bite." He said.

"Oh, thanks dad." I said. I was hesitant to hug him, not sure if he wanted that, but when he held his arms out to me, I leaned in, accepting the hug.

"Bye dad!" I called one last time, heading out the door and to Mandy's car. Mandy following suit.

**

I got to school, and this time, Mandy saved me from Harry in first period, rushing into the seat next to me, much like Harry did last week. But he, instead, smirked and sat in the desk to the left of me.

He was the last person I wanted to see.

"Do you need a ride after school?" Harry asked.

I looked at him in disbelief. "Oh, no thanks. I wouldn't wanna be a burden to anyone." I bit.

"You're not a burden." He said, quietly.

"Really Harry? Because your texts say otherwise." I glared at him. He seemed confused before anger flashed in his eyes.

"Can I explain myself at least?" He asked, desperate.

"There's nothing to explain. I am only a burden, and you only felt sorry for me." I said, sounding more hurt than intended.

"Kris. I would never say something like that." He said, eyes searching my face.

"Just save it Harry. Stop trying to lie, or make yourself look better." I chuckled. "I have the messages to prove it, and I'm sure you do too." I said, as Mr. Wright walked in.

"Kristie.." Harry began, but was thankfully cut off by Mr. Wright.

"Good morning." Mr. Wright began. "I hope everyone is prepared for what I have planned." He laughed as some sighs were heard throughout the class.

"It's only a project." He shrugged. "Which you have one week to complete. It will be based on what you wrote in your English writing book last week. You dont have to present, but it is something that will be worth major points." He said.

"Basically, I want you all to find some way to make a short story about what you wrote and try to make the connection between what you wrote and another movie, tv show, song, or story. If you cannot make the connection, then unfortunately, your short story will have to have a minimum of two pages." He said.

"Now, I'm going to let you brainstorm some ideas for the rest of the period. I'm going to take roll. If I call your name, simply say 'here' please."

**

When I got home, I began to start my short story with a minimum of two pages until I got a phone call from Harry. I declined and declined again after the last three calls came in.

Harry:

I will drive to your house if you don't answer.

I read his texts, and called him.

"There you are." He answered.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. "I'm kind of busy Harry." 

"I want to explain myself." He said, quietly.

"Harry-"

"No, just hear me out." He pleaded.

"Fine." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Harry's POV:

"Okay, after dropping you off, I went to have a few drinks with my friends."

"I don't know man... you seem whipped." Niall said, earning fits of laughter from Zayn, Liam, and Louis.

"Because I care?" I shouted.

"Woah, calm down!" Niall said.

I had a text from: Kristie M.

"Harry, are you busy?"

I replied: "Well yeah, but what do you need?"

I set my phone on the counter and went to the restroom. When I came back, the boys had my phone. "What the actual fuck?" I shouted. The boys tossed me my phone and erupted into fits of laughter, so I assumed they texted Kristie. I immediately went to our messages and saw that she never replied to my last one asking what she needs. "What did you boys do?" I asked.

"Relax, Haz." Zayn smirked.

"No." I said.

"We only looked through your messages. That's all, mate." Liam said.

"Then this happened." I sighed.

"Harry, I don't know how you expect me to believe that." She said, plainly.

"They obviously texted you that while I was in the bathroom. They told me I was whipped. So, they did that and deleted them." I explained.

"I don't know Harry." She said.

"Kris, please."

"Harry, I'm doing my work right now. I need to go." She said, before hanging up.

"FUUUCK!" I slammed my phone against the wall.