Harry stood up after about 15 minutes. He needed to be strong. There was only 3 months left until he wouldn't see any of the faces that he knew but never knew him.
He brushed the dirt and dust from the floor off of his jeans, picked his books up, and started towards the second period.
--
The day seemed longer since this morning being stuck in the back of his head all day.
He didn't do anything to Kian, Trevor, Justin, Jc, Cameron, Carter, or the others. He didn't have time to hang out with them, let alone talk to them.
He found himself walking to his afternoon bus. Harry sat in his usual seat, the front, and started a conversation with his bus driver.
"Afternoon, Harry." Her irish accent said.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Horan."
She turned to face Harry then gasped.
"What?" Harry said with a confused face.
"Dear, what happened to your face? How'd that cut happen?"
He grazed his fingers along his cheek to feel a cut right below his eye.
"Kian." He murmured.
"Him again?"
Harry made an awkward nod and hid his cut behind his hand. He's as red as a beet now because he hadn't realized the cut until now.
All Ms. Horan did was sigh and turn back around in her seat, waiting for the rest of the students to come on.
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20 minutes into the ride, it was Harry's stop. He gathered his books and stood up then began to race down his driveway to his house.
His mum was at work and his step dad was always on business trips, so the house was all to Harry.
He immediately ran to the bathroom and looked at his cut. He didn't know why Ms. Horan gasped. It looked just like a scratch.
He walked to him room and fell on his bed. There was nothing to do besides write poetry, and he was out of ideas.
An idea popped into his head.
He'd always seen youtubers go on a chat website called Omegle, so why not give it a try?
He smiled and went over to his desk in front of his computer.
His mum calls him spoiled because most of his electronics are apple products; his laptop, phone, tablet, and anything else you can think of. But he calls it 'given more than he needs'.
He quickly typed in the url for omegle and sat on his bed.
Should he do video or just basic text?
He decided to do text first, just to try it and see how it goes. He clicked the button that said 'text' on it and waited for it to buffer.
You are now chatting with a stranger. Say hi!
That sounds a bit risky, but being the rebel Harry is he decided to say hey.
Y: hey
S: asl
Y: 16 m uk
Stranger has disconnected.
How rude! He decided to give it another try.
You are now chatting with a stranger. Say hi!
S: Hi
Y: hey
S: horny?
Harry made the most disgusted face. This isn't what strangers talked about in the videos!
You have disconnected.
One more time, Harry told himself.
You are now chatting with a stranger. Say hi!
S: Hi
Y: hey
S: Wyd
Y: just bored. wbu
S: Same. Asl? If that's okay
Y: 16 m uk. wbu?
S: 17 m us :/
Y: ahh. i want to go to the us
S: Have you ever created a bucket list?
Y: it's too early for that. i'm 16 :P
S: Doesn't hurt to try ;)
Y: haha *sarcasm* i have to go, but u could give me ur number? i know that sounds weird and creepy
S: Nah! It's fine. My number's ***-***-****
Y: okay! i'll text u in a bit.
S: Bye!
Y: byee
You have disconnected.
Harry smiled. He picked up his phone and typed in the memorized number to text.
To: ***-***-****
Hey! It's me from the chatroom. I never got your name?
Send.
He went downstairs to help his mum (Harry was never the boy to lie) unpack the groceries from her car.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hi mum." Harry said with a smile.
"Why're you smiling?" His mum said, followed by a laugh.
"No reason. I can't be happy?" He said with a fake offended reaction.
His mum laughed. "Stop goofing off and please put the milk in the fridge."
--
After he was done, which took only about 10 minutes, he checked his phone to see a text from the number about 3 minutes ago.
From: ***-***-****
Hey! And it's Ashton (:
Harry smiled at the name.
Ashton.
He liked it.
He quickly set the contact name for the number as Ashton and began to send him the 3rd text of many to come.
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FanfictionHarry Styles was just a regular high schooler ; a victim of bullying. Though when he was bullied he'd be made fun of not his looks, actions, speech, but his poetry. Harry had loved poetry since the day he knew what it was. He's bored one day and ins...
