- This Is Our Reality -

Chapter one

*Harley's POV*

The music was obnoxiously loud.

It made my ears ring, head pound.

I wanted to scream. Yell for them to just stop, to tell the irritating girls to 'move they hell out of the way' so i could just get out of there.

I crossed my arms and shook my head to myself as I made eye contact with the one and only Michael Clifford who gave me a questioning look from where he was up on the small stage, playing his stupid electric guitar with his stupid band mates who thought it would be a good idea to name themselves '5 Seconds Of Summer.'

Just another stupid 'high school band' that thinks they are going to become famous some day.

It wasn't like he cared about me, since he was always rude, acting like a complete douche with his dumb straightened hair with the even dumber blonde streaks that he managed to actually make good.

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"Hey, Harley, you okay?" Carleigh, my best friend asked me, a hint of concern in her voice with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

God, her eyebrows that looked like they were made by god himself.

I nibbled on my bottom lip and nodded, glancing around at the few other girls who were here, a few guys who were obviously just boyfriends that got dragged along.

"Yeah.." I sighed, rubbing one of my eyes under my glasses. "Can we just leave before I end up punching someone and my head explodes?"

Looking reluctant, Carleigh nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. "I guess, yeah. Wanna go out and get something to eat or just head back to my place?"

I let out a breath of relief. That was why she was my best friend and i loved her so much, even though i felt guilty for making her leave the mini concert.

"Thank Jesus. We can just go through the McDicks drive through and then head to your place. You're driving by the way." I hummed with an innocent smile as i handed her the keys so my car and began dodging my way through the mass of people.

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Once we were at McDonald's we ordered two large fries and a normal sized McFlurry to share along with a medium coke.

Life was good.

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We chatted aimlessly on the rise back out to Carleigh's house, which was nice, since she lived around 45 minutes away from town.

I loved days like this.

Shamelessly listening to our boy's album they had just released and were trying to promote it to the public, a few of Ed Sheeran's singles, another good friend, and some Taylor Swift with The 1975 mixed in there.

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"So." I hummed after our hard core jam sesh to 'No Control' by One Direction, turning the music down so i could hear myself talk.

"How are things cracka lackin' with Mr. Irwin. Mr. Drummer boy? Did he ask you out yet? Ohh. Did you ask him out?" I inquired with a smirk.

I could sense Carleigh rolling her eyes, even though her cheeks were tinting a light pink.

"No. I'm not even sure he likes me... I mean, he has a bunch of way prettier girls thirsting over him and his abs. Why would he go after me. I'm basic bruh." She huffed a little with a small smile, keeping the air light.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." I laughed, swatting her in the arm.

"If anything, it should be the other way around. Just because he's in a stupid band doesn't make him any better. I mean, yeah, he's hot, but you're hot to. Boys are always checking you out. They thirtsy for dat ass."

"You're such an idiot. Why am i even friends with you, i swear to god." Carleigh groaned, turning the radio back up., done with the conversation.

"ANYWAY." I said loudly, startling the blonde next to me. "He obviously likes you. Do you see the way he looks at you? Probably not because you're oblivious." I stated matter of factually, turning the radio back down.

"Well- well... what about you and Michael? Hmm? You're like in love with the weirdo or something." She defended, lips pursed.

"But Michael obviously hates me sooooo, i have a reason to not have to worry about it." I sighed and began to pull my dark brown hair up into a pony tail.

"Then be nice to him instead of acting like a tit you tit." She rolled her eyes, turning into her drive way.

"Whatever. Lets just drop it now yeah?" I sighed and pouted. "And stop calling me a tit."

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It happened a few day's later.

Nobody saw it coming.

Especially me.

It hurt. I don't know why.

I guess i should be happy for him.

For them.

Michael and his girlfriend.

Her name is Abigail.

Abigail Breslin.

She's rude.

Pushes Michael around, some times yells at him in the halls at school.

I hate her.

But i love him.

* Oh god. I'm sorry that this sucked so much. It should get better eventually. More drama. events. become more entertaining.

Sorry for those who are actually fans of that Abigail chick.

there will be rude slurs of her.

I'll re-read it and do some editing late because i have to go clean my room now. *