I'm always focused on my studies. I've never minded the whole dating thing, it just seems like I don't have time for it. It wasn't until I finally found some free time and decided to take a trip to the local bakery here in London. When I walked in, I saw an all too familiar face...Harry Styles. He's the school's bad boy and he bullies some kids. I noticed him staring at me...and not in a bad way. It was like he was either 'rating' me or trying to remember where he's seen me. He was friendly when he asked me for my order and when he handed it to me.
As I was getting ready to leave, I noticed he was too. I'm assuming it was the end of his shift. I stepped outside unaware of how chilly it had gotten. He took note of my reaction to the chillyness and offered me a ride home. On the way to my house, we laughed and spoke about anything and everything. We had a really good time. Before we knew it, we pulled up at my house. Before I could get out of the car, Harry locked the door. I turned around to see WHY he would do such a thing.
"Ummmm...Evelyn? Harry spoke up.
"Yes?" I said back.
"I was wondering..." At this point I'm thinking, ugh he's about to say a smart remark. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to do something after school tomorrow?" He asked me while looking me straight in the eyes. It wasn't till now that I noticed how gorgeous he was. With his beautiful green eyes, perfect teeth, perfect laugh, perfect smile, deep dimples that pop when he laughs and smiles, his curly hair, and-
"So what do you say?" he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Harry, I'd love too. But, unfortunately, I have French Club after school tomorrow." When I said that he looked disappointed. I felt terrible so I said,"how about after? I get out at 3ish."
"That'll work. I've got football practice till 3:30 anyway. If you don't mind waiting, you could even come watch."he said with such joy and hope clearly visible in his eyes. It was adorable how bad he wanted this "date".
"Yeah, maybe I will. If I can get out in time and organize my locker to prepare it for tomorrow, I'll be there." I told him.
"kay." is all he said to me before unlocking the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow." we said to each other simultaneously which led us into a fit of laughter until my biological dad came storming out of my house and running over to me while yelling all sorts of hurtful and negative things to me and before I knew it, I was being pulled by my hair into the house. The look on Harry's face was a look of anger, hatred, and fear. I don't know why, but I was hoping he'd get out of his car and come help me. Instead, he just drove off.
Once inside, my dad threw me to the ground and began kicking me. He only did this when mom wasn't home and sometimes he'd be drunk. I kept yelling, screaming, and pleading to him to stop and leave me alone. But, he just wouldn't stop.
"Now, go get yourself cleaned up. Your mother should be home soon." he said bitterly. I did as I was told, stumbling and trembling to stand up. I was still crying in the restroom while I was cleaning myself up until he came in and yelled at me,"QUIT YOUR CRYING! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF YOUR MOTHER AND I'S DIVORCE!! YOU BROUGHT THIS ALL ON YOURSELF!" then he slapped me. And with that, he left. All I could do was hope mom wouldn't come home soon.
