The New Girl (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Laleena's Pov

"I was out," I shrugged.

"Out where?" What the hell was going on with him?

"What's with all the questions,"

I guess I shouldn't have pushed his buttons, he snapped.

He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me up against the wall.

"Out where?"

"Out clubbing," I answered, trying to push Harry off of me, but it was no use he was too strong.

"For your birthday?" his face fell, and his grip on my arm loosened.

"Yeah, how'd you know about that?"

"It... doesn't matter," He said, fidgeting with the hem of his jumper.

I didn't question it, I just walked straight past him. Still holding a grudge from earlier.

I can't believe he'd do that to me, I haven't done anything to him.

I don't want to think about it.

"Laleena, wait," Harry called after me, but I didn't respond. I walked up the stairs and into my room, removed all of my makeup, and put on my pyjamas.

After climbing into bed, I thought about today. This has been the most drama-filled birthday I've had, considering my normal birthdays are just me and my parents.

If Harry - I'm not sure how - knew today was my birthday, how could he be so cruel? Yeah, fair enough I've acknowledged he doesn't exactly like me, but to humiliate someone like that on their birthday, that's just low. I'll be sure to be keeping my distance from him. Although, that may be a little hard as we're seated next to each other in every class.

I checked my phone, noticing a text from the guy from the night club, Calum.

From: Cal

Hey, hope your birthday was as amazing, as it was meeting you! We should hang out again soon!

- Cal x

Hanging out with Gabby and meeting Calum was probably the best things that have happened to me all day. I quickly replied to Calum, saying I'd love to hang out, then tried to fall asleep.

Harry's Pov

I'm a douchebag. I thought to myself as I watched her walk past me, and up the stairs.

I cared more about my reputation over someone's feelings, not just anyone's feelings, but Laleena's feelings.

I've probably ruined her birthday. I feel so bad.

Anger towards myself builds up inside me rapidly, I lash out, swinging my fist at the wall. My knuckles start to bleed but, I deserve the pain. 

Guilt takes over me, I can feel it eating away at me.

I need to make this right. 

Fuck my reputation. I'm prepared to let everything I've worked for crumble, all to make this right. 

I'm prepared to go back to my old self. I'm prepared to go back to being Marcel.

I don't care about my reputation at this moment in time. Going back to being Marcel can't feel as bad as this guilt feels right now. So what if people find out about who I was? Maybe they won't care.

Who cares what they think? I don't care as long as I can put this right.