*Harry's P.O.V.*
"Uh yeah goodnight" I said.
I turned and slowly walked out of the living room and up the stairs, stealing glances at Elizabeth that is trying to fall asleep. I get in to my room and strip off my clothes and pull up the covers and slip in and fall into a deep sleep.
*Elizabeth's P.O.V.*
I wake up to the scent of bacon. Mmmmmm, bacon! I kick the blanket off, I stand up and have a mini panic attack realizing I'm not in my bedroom. Realization hits me like a brick when Harry walks into the room.
"Good morning, I was gonna come in to wake you up, but I guess your already up" Harry says when he notices me staring at him.
"Uh, yeah, goodmorning. What time is it?" I ask. Harry checks his wrist.
"Um, half past freckle" Harry chuckles.
"No, seriously" I push him playfully. He checks the clock.
"Um, it's 10:23" I nearly choke on my own spit.
"We missed first and second hour!" I proclaim a little louder than I should have.
"Well I was gonna wake you up but you looked peaceful so I just kinda shrugged it off and now here we are" Harry says.
"Noo" I say sarcasticly.
"I made us breakfast" Harry says. 'Us' I mean I am probably blowing this out of proportion but there is no us, I'm just one of the many girls that slept in his house.
"Ok" I reply and Harry leads me into the kitchen where there is eggs, bacon, and toast neatly placed in a plate. "Thank you" I say to Harry after I take a bite of the toast.
"Your welcome" Harry replies. Ok something is definitely wrong here, he's being too nice.
*Harry's P.O.V.*
"I'm full" Elizabeth says after she's finished her toast, not even touching her eggs or bacon. I've been too nice to her if I keep it up she's gonna know, this is my chance.
"What do you think your fat? It's about time you realized, like what you gotta be atleast 200 pounds" I say harshly. I look over at her, her eyes are glazed over, she jumps down the stool and runs over to her bag. She slings the bag over her shoulder and runs towards the door. Crap.
"Elizabeth! Wait! That's not what I meant!" I run towards her and grab her arm. She looks at me with a tear escaping her red face.
"Then what did you mean Harry?" She croaks. She forcefully drew back her arm out of my grasp and ran out the door. I'm a jerk. I really like her and I just blew it. Wait what? I don't like her she is on the chunky side, so technically I'm not wrong. The truth hurts doesn't it?
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Forgotten. A Harry Styles FanFic
FanfictionI'm Elizabeth Grace Wells, or should I say I'm the girl you wouldn't even notice if you were in an empty room with me. I go to Wolverhampton High School. I'm a nobody. At school I'm bullied by everyone. At home I'm abused by my step father named Chr...
