School was the last place I wanted to be right now. Everyone was so peppy and it was honestly driving me insane. You can say I'm being a negative nancy, but it's true. Whenever you're in a bad mood, I can assure you that positivity is just going to make you even more upset.
I guess everyone could tell I was in a shitty mood, too. Even Louis was being extra nice this morning. They also refrained from asking where Harry was. To be honest with you, I didn't really care. Okay, maybe that's a lie, but I'm still mad at him. He tried to call after he went home last night. I wanted to answer, but at the same time, I didn't. I was scared of facing the reality of knowing I pushed his limit. This whole fight was partially my fault. I was upset that he cared more about me than he did himself. Yes, I was upset about what happened at the mall, but that was hopefully a one-time thing. His stepdad, on the other hand, was a frequent occurrence. We could do more for him than we could me. He was too in his head to realize that.
I will never understand what he goes through everyday, but I can assure you that getting this asshole put away will help. The least he can do is find somewhere else to stay while he finishes saving up.
Neither my aunt nor my uncle had any clue of what happened. Dinner with them that night didn't happen either. That would be quite an awkward experience. The most they knew was that Harry and I had a disagreement and I didn't want to talk to him. Which was partly true, but not the whole truth. I was not about to tell them that I was unconscious in the back of a Halloween warehouse because I had a panic attack. That was just putting it lightly. This whole thing was such a mess and they didn't deserve to be dragged into it. Harry and I could handle this on our own. Right?
I wondered how long we were going to stay mad at each other this time. Days? Weeks? I felt like I was being too harsh. My brain was urging me to apologize right away, but I was growing used to this new bitchy persona I was putting on. It made me feel unsuspectable. I was going all grungy. I didn't dig the look too much. I had ransacked my closet for something edgier to wear. The punkiest thing I owned was an old plaid skirt that my aunt wore to catholic school. I paired that with a black long sleeve and a leather jacket. The leather jacket belonged to my uncle when he was a teen.
It was oddly satisfying going against what I'd normally do. I didn't give a fuck before and now you could tell that I didn't. Though, it wasn't really my style. The leather was rubbing against my skin too much. I'd much rather be comfortable.
Maybe I was going too overboard with this. It was one little fight and now I'm trying to change my whole lifestyle? It was pretty over-the-top if you asked me. Why is my mind so conflicting? Damn, I really need to settle my thoughts before I go dress like a grunge-type person.
The bell range signaling my next class. Here I go. Let's go face Harry. My body wasn't moving. I truly did not want to go. I couldn't fight this forever so I got my ass up and took myself to class. As I passed, people gave me weird looks and whispered behind their hands. So mature. It was like a cliche teen movie.
Dr.Ashley stood by his door and contorted his face while trying to understand my new look. I don't blame him. I was trying to understand it too. I guess I was just going with the flow. Oh my gosh. This was the first big unplanned I've made without thinking. I'm going with the flow. I'm being reckless. Here I go again. Getting excited over being 'reckless'. My definition of reckless being, dressing, and acting like a bitch. Acting like a bitch wasn't anything new for me. I was only nice to people who deserved it.
I walked past the teacher and my eyes immediately shot to Harry's desk. There he sat, twiddling his thumbs and his hair falling over his face. I was so mad at him, but even anger couldn't deny how hot he looked today. He wasn't wearing his normal sweater or button up. No, he wore a gray long-sleeve and black skinny jeans. Necklaces dangled from his neck. His head was covered by a black beanie and a few curls snuck their way out. Well damn. We must have the same retaliation techniques.
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1985 (h.s.)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] After getting over his initial facade I felt as if I was getting to know the real Harry Styles. I learned the little things about him like how he likes his bread toasted golden brown or that he always has to eat his salads with a certain...
