"I didn't wake up happy. I didn't go to sleep happy. Maybe it's because I'm never happy. I haven't smiled in a while. I can't be what people want me to be. I can't be the Harry Styles they remember. I'm just me." I closed my notebook aruptly when I heard a knock on my door. "Harry, sweetie. Are you still awake." I looked at the clock, realizing then that my eyes were filling up with tears. 11:11. Make a wish. I closed my eyes and wished for the same thing I do each time. A wish that couldn't come true: for my sister to be alive again. I laid down quickly when I realized my mom was trying to open the door. "I know you're mad, but you know why we had to do this right? Honey?" She sighed worriedly. "I just want the best for you. I think we all needed to get away from that house. I'm sorry you had to leave all your friends. Isn't Doncaster great though?" I made a small, harsh laugh at the thought of me making friends with anyone here. My mom was still talking when I closed my eyes and slipped in my headphones. I also haven't slept in a while. I feel like there is no need if I already no what I'm going to dream about.
As soon as the clock struck 8, I put on some clothes. I didn't care how I looked. I wasn't here to impress anyone. I walked into the kitchen and started pouring myself some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I was trying to hurry up before my mom came out. I did not need a repeat of last night. I ran my fingers through my brown hair as I looked for my keys. I found them underneath a hat. I didn't reconize the beanie at first until I got closer. Gemma. I closed my eyes and all the memories I had of my sister wearing that hat flooded my brain. How did it get here?
The drive to school was weird. I listened to music, blasted it loud, but it felt so quiet. The lonliness was almost blinding. I pulled into the student parking lot cutting off some guy in his car alone. I passed him in a second, but I then knew every part of his face. He had dark brown hair with big eyes. His eyes were crinkling as he laughed at something some girl said in the passenger seat. I was entranced bu the way he gave a little wave, signaling he wasn't angry with me passing. I pulled into a spot, and grabbed my red-checkered bookbag. I started walking towards the big school. I groaned. This was going to be a long year.
I wen into the office to find my schedule for the semester. The room was splahed with colors. It was so happy and bright. I hated it. The secretary at the front desk was talking to a student so I sat down in a bright red couch. When the kid left, I walked up to the stand. I started asking her questions about homeroom and what time lunch. "Would you happen to know anybody here? Someone that could help you out?" I felt frustrated, of course she can't help me. "I'll show him around if you like Ms.Paige," I heard a voice say. I turned my head slightly to see the gorgeous boy that cut off that morning. I rolled my eyes. Out of all the people to bump into again, it had to be the only person that made me feel a spark of emotion. "Oh that would be lovely," she clapped. She looked awfully excited and I was sure it had nothing to do with him helping me out. She wrote us both a pass and with that we were on our way. We walked out into the hallway. "Welcome to Watto High." I grunted in response. I saw the boy sneak a look at me from the corner of his eye. "I'm Louis by the way." he stuck out his hand. I looked down st his eager hand and up to his eyes. "Look, we don;t have to do this." "Do what?" he asked his face contorted in confusion. "You don't have to act like were friends, okay? Just show me around and you'll be on your way." He looked taken aback as he took his hand back. "This is the main hallway." He began to walk away from me. His voice had no lost any chipperness and I was confused. Did this kid not get it?
Louis finally showed me to my homeroom which he also happened to be with. So was the girl that he was riding in the car with that morning. Instead of going to her, he waved and picked the seat next to me. "Would it be crazy if I told you, you're really cute?" I slowly turned my head towards him trying my hardest not to blush. "Yes it would." I listened to the teacher's deep, boring, drowning voice as the words replayed in my head. How is it that I just met this guy, yet he already made me want to giggle.
