Always.

I take a steaming hot shower after I wake up, and just stand there letting the water burn my skin until I can't handle it anymore. My routine was all messed up, I don't know if everyone has a routine in the shower but I do. Shampoo, rinse, face wash, conditioner, shave, body wash, and rinse everything left. But this morning I screwed it all up and I don't even know why and now I'm just frustrated.

I got out of the shower and dry my body before sliding on my underwear. I walk to my dresser and just grab a pair of shorts, then I throw them back I'm because putting on shorts is just too much work right now. Instead I go to my closet and slip a floral dress on that way it looks like I'm trying when I'm not. Instead of sandals this time, I opt for my lace TOMS.

When I walk back to the mirror to let my hair down, I notice the purple mark on my neck. "Dammit." I look around my makeup back for concealer until I hear the alarm on my phone go off telling me I need to leave for school if I don't want to be late.

"Shit!" I cuss to myself again and comb through my hair them put a little gel on it and position so it covers the mark on the right side of my neck.

When I'm as close as I'm going to get to satisfied I scramble around my room to through all my necessities for school in my bag and grab my keys to my car, when I walk out I glance over at Harry's car, still in his driveway. I quickly turn my attention to my car again and drive off to the school.

*ring, ring, ring*

I walk into the room when the minute bell rings and walk to my seat. I get my text book and paper and pen out before class begins and then make sure my phone is on vibrate.

"Kelly," Mitchell says when the bell rings.

"Yea." I answer, immediately thinking I did something wrong.

"I'm so sorry for putting you with someone who always seems to be late." He says sincerely but jokes at the same time.

"Oh no sir, that's okay." I shake my head and smile at him. "He really isn't too much trouble." I assure him, though I'm not sure if it's the truth."

He smiles at me and moves to the front of the class and tells us to take the notes on the PowerPoint at the front of the room.

20 minutes into class Harry walks in with a late slip in his hand.

"Sorry I'm late." He mumbles and hands Mitchell the slip then makes his way to our desk.

Instead of looking at Harry, I watch Mr. Mitchell look down at the paper then throw it in the trash.

We continue our notes, or at least I try.

"Hey, Kel." He whispers, scooting close to me.

"Hi." I reply keeping my gaze to the front of the class.

"Listen, I'm sorry about-"

"Mr. Styles, do you have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

"Uhm," he looks away clearing his throat, "no sir."

"Then do you need help?"

"No, I was just uh?" He nervously scratches the back of his neck.

"Harry, I would advise you to pay attention and take notes in my class instead of bothering Kelly. You've already missed over half of the notes and if that's what you were going to ask her about then you can find a time when we aren't busy to ask her. You're going to have to deal with the outcome of your repeated poor behavior this year. We aren't even a morn into the school year, and at first I let it slide but I will not have you show up late every day and disrupt this learning environment."

The tension in the room is high and everyone is afraid to speak, and some students are trying their best not to laugh.

Everyone stares at Harry as they wait for his reply, including me until he meets my eyes as if asking me to help him out but how am I supposed to do that? So I look to mr. Mitchell who's arms are crossed over his chest as he wait for an answer.

"I apologize, it won't happen again." He finally replies pulling his notebook and pen from his backpack.

"That goes for all of you. I can be the cool fun teacher, but I want you to take this class seriously. I know this is your senior year and you don't want to do anything, but if you want to pass you have to show up and pay attention? Understand?"

Yes's are spoken around the room and we finish writing our notes for the class until the bell rings.

I grab all of my things and walk out the door before heading to my locker for my textbook. "Kelly," Harry's voice calls out as he runs to me. "Hey, can we talk during home room?" He asks.

I shut my locker and finally take a look at him. He looks like hell with dark circles still under his eyes, a black t shirt and jeans cover his body, and a green scarf tied around to keep his messy hair back. "I can't."

His face drops and he barley whispers when he asks "why not?"

I need time. "I'm busy." I shrug, stepping away from my locker to head to English.

"With what? He asks, following me.

"Nothing, listen I need to go to class okay? I'll see you later."

"Wait! I'm sorry." He says pulling on my arm, then letting go when I turn.

"For what?"

"For leaving this morning." He whispers and puts his head down. "I didn't…mean t- I just. Gemma called his morning." He shrugs.

Suddenly I felt bad for being so short with him.

"I didn't want to wake you up and I..."

"It's fine Harry. I'll talk to you later okay? I need to go." I say as the minute bell rings and students run through the halls.

“Alright,” he puts his head down and walks away down the hall as I walk late into English. As I walk to take my seat, Liam sends me a warm smile which I return the best I can.

We start reading a book in class called “All Quiet on the Western.” It’s not too bad so far, but we spend the whole class reading it together, well actually not all of it because Mrs. Wagner got irritated and read the rest herself.

When the bell rang I made a detour to Mrs. Walker’s class to tell her I had to go to the band room again during homeroom. I didn’t really need to for any reason besides wanting to be alone. I just don’t even understand what is happening and why I feel so.. so. What do I even feel?

Biology passes by, which I don’t know how that happened because I hate everything about science classes. We’re just learning about mitosis again, seriously if I wanted to relearn everything I learned in regular Biology I would have just signed up for that class again..

As homeroom came I made my way towards the band room and walked straight to the practice room with the tuned piano in it.

I throw my backpack into the corner of the room, push the door, and sit down on the bench, my finger hovering over the black and white keys before I play my first chord.

I don’t figure out what I’m going to play until I Hallelujah begins. I sing the lyrics as I play on the piano. I focus on the chords wounding through the room bringing me a sense of calmness. My thoughts escape my mind and I just let it flow until the song is finished.

“That was beautiful.”

I jump at the voice coming from the door as I turn to see Liam standing there with an apologetic looks on face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. The door was cracked so I was seeing who was in here.” He says, gesturing toward the door.

“Oh,” I shake my head and smile at him. “That’s alright; I just thought I shut it.” I turn my attention back to the keys, partly embarrassed that the whole room heard me.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not.” I answer and scoot over on the bench. He takes a seat next to me and plays a chord on the piano. “Do you play?” I ask.

“No, that’s all I know… what else do you know?”

I bite my lip and smile at him, putting my hands over the keys again. I start singing Stay by Rhianna and look towards him to see a smile on his face. It’s quite cute how he smiles, the way his eyes scrunch together as he looks at me.

When I finish the first the female, Liam starts the male vocals. His voice is smooth and silky and maybe one of the best male voices I’ve ever heard and I’m completely mesmerized as he stares at me while singing the words.

When I join in it’s a beautiful sound, and our voices actually blend well together. You can feel the emotion in both of our voices and something tells me that he isn’t what he leads on. I don’t doubt that he’s had things that have gone on in his past that he’s trying to get out in song.

As the song ends I put my hands in my lap and look up at Liam. “That was really good. You have an amazing voice.” I say.

“Thank you.” He looks away like he doesn’t know how good his voice actually is. “You’re really good too. Is that what you want to do? Music?” he asks.

“Uh, I don’t know. I mean, I think I want to be a writer, but I’m not very good at it… maybe singing is my safer choice.” I laugh.

“I bet you’re an incredible writer. In fact, I loved your paper about The Fault in our Stars.” He compliments.

“What do you want to do?” I close the lid and put my elbow on the cover and keep my attention towards him.

“Sing to be honest. It’s just that I, do you ever feel like you’re not good enough? I don’t mean to get personal. You’re right, you with singing and writing is like me with singing and sports. Sports are my comfort zone, the things I show other people, singing is kind of private. I don’t know how I just sang with you really.” He nervously laughs.

“I’m glad you did. I guess we have more in common than I thought.”

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks.

“Uh, nothing.”

“Do you want to come to the game tonight? It’s in Branson… Zayn is driving the guys there, and Perrie, too so you’ll have someone to chat with.”

I thought about it for a moment before giving him an answer. Liam was sweet, and though I don’t understand, nor do I really like football, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad. “Yea, I’ll come.” I nod, smiling.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yea, but I don’t understand football too well. So if I cheer or don’t cheer at the wrong time and you see me, you know why.”

He laughs and that cute crinkly thing with his eyes happens again. “That’s okay. Do you know anything?”

“Touchdown is 6 points and then field goal after is 1… or is it 5 and 1? Never mind, I haven’t get a clue.” I shake me head.

“I’ll help you out.”

“Yea, tomorrow night.”

Wow, with everything that’s been going on I almost forgot about our date.

*ring, ring, ring*

“Is that okay?” he asks, noticing my lack of conversation.

“Yea, of course!” I smile a genuine smile. “I honestly can’t wait.” And I know I mean it.

I’m just not sure whether it’s because he helps me get my mind off of Harry or not.

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