By the time it was seventh hour, I actually needed to stay after school with the amount of work I had. Mr. Tomlinson seemed to sense something was off. He kept glancing at me the whole time he lectured and I could tell he was worried because I just stared at him, not really absorbing anything he said. After a while I moved my gaze to my desk, taking apart my pen and putting it back together. I was the first one out the door when the bell rang, despite hearing him to ask me to stay.
I dreaded walking home, so I took longer than usual. My goal is to be out of the house as much as possible, not try to be there. I took the longest path I could think of that still seemed reasonable.When I got to the house I could hear the argument already, I shook my head. “I don't want to deal with this,” I grumbled.
I walked in and threw by bag on the floor then walked into the living room. “I’m here.” Why? I added mentally.
My mom stepped out from around the doorway. “It takes him nearly twenty minutes to get home, and he does that everyday, after staying for tutoring and trying to get caught up!”
“It's not that big-” I started to say.
“He gets rides with Niall, half the time!” My dad yelled back, drowning out my voice. “And he wouldn't have been behind if he wasn't so distracted here!”
You're not even helping your own point, I sighed in my head. Out loud I said, “Is that all you needed me for?”
“Don't get an attitude,” he snapped at me. I raised my hands, not wanting to get any further involved.
“Should I just go to my room?” I asked, trying to get rid of the imaginary attitude he thought I had.
He just glared at me, so I took that as my cue. I grabbed my bag again and went to my room, closing the door and sitting on the floor by my closet.
“And I'm in for another long night.” I let my head fall back against the wall with a small thud, hard enough to actually hurt. Their yelling picked up again. “A long, long night.”
I didn't go to sleep for more than a few hours that night, debating the whole time in actually getting involved. I never did. It was on them for always fighting, they could deal with the problem without me jumping in and having to choose a side. At the same time, it could have gotten them to shut up faster seeing as most of the time when I do start to get involved they either drop it or they drop it when I start yelling at them. It doesn’t always work, but majority of the time it does.
I just wasn't trying this time.
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FanfictionHarry Styles is just a seventeen year old junior. He doesn't expect much out of the year, but his seventh hour history teacher manages to change all that.