change- h.s.

22

I was sitting peacefully in my English III honors class when I heard a comment that caught my interest.

"Did you see Harry Styles' Instagram post?"

"I did! I wonder who that girl is!"

I looked at both of them, they were huddled together talking and looking at the post.

I shouldn't be worried about it.

So I went back to my essay.

Of course it was hard to erase from my mind.

It was now the end of January.

Winter break was fun and as much I tried to forget about Harry I couldn't.

I wore the necklace he gave me everyday.

I held it close to my chest when I slept, it helped me sleep better knowing I had a small part of me with him.

I also slept with some of his sweaters I stole because they still smelled like vanilla.

"Hey, we should go shopping this weekend" Kelly smiled at me as I was putting my stuff in my car.

"Yeah of course" I said, returning her smile.

"You seem in a rush" She observed, but I just shook my head.

"Its Friday, just ready to go take a nap" I chuckled, shutting my rear door.

"I feel you, see you Saturday?" She asked, walking away and too her car.

"Yeah" I smiled, opening my car door and getting in.

I plugged the aux up and hit shuffle.

"The Chain" by FleetWood Mac came on and immediately reminded me of the time Harry and I sung it in his car.

I needed to see that post.

I gave my dad a smile and small hello before rushing up to my room. I put my book bag down on the floor before flopping on my bed, pulling my phone in.

"Harry Styles"

And his account is the first one that showed up.

I clicked on his most recent post.

"Angel" It was captioned.

It was a girl, a small one.

Her hands were pressed against the glass of an aquarium.

A sea turtle was passing by.

Her hair was long and it only showed the back of her.

It was me.

He posted a picture of me.

I knew it wasn't the right decision, but I clicked the follow button.

My account was private, so I knew I could post something back, but he would never see it.

And other people would.

I couldn't.

Then I started to read the comments.

"slut"

"i bet she's another model"

"why can't you date a normal girl for once?"

"i love you but she's not the one"

"is she ugly? is that why you aren't showing her face"

All of these comments were wrong.

I had never slept with anyone, I was far from a model, I am a normal girl.

But they don't know that.