Real love tested.
chapter 7
3 months later
Today is a big day, first day of year twelve, the final year of school. Its and important year I shouldn’t really have any distractions, except I had a massive one: Harry Styles, my boyfriend. I called Harry from my room and said I’m heading off to school all the rest of the boys in the background said good luck in their goofy voices, Louis voice stood out in particular. But there was no word from Harry. So I went in the flat and asked where he was, they all told me that he had to return home, they were all confused because they thought he had told me. I thought to myself why wouldn’t he tell me and why would he leave his phone.
‘He said to wish you all the best and he will be back in couple of days.’ Niall told me.
Why on earth would he not tell me I thought to myself, at the same time dad was beeping the horn, as a signal to move my butt. I don’t even want to go to school anymore. But it was very important that I go. At school in English class we were discussing and running through the novel we would be studying for the year. But I was not in that classroom, my mind was on Harry why would he leave and not tell me? Or why would he not wish me luck on my first day. I can’t even talk to my friends about it because of the whole secret relationship thing. I got home from school and I asked Louis to give me Harry’s family home number. I went into my room totally oblivious to the cost factor of the phone call. I tried ringing and his mum answered the phone, I don’t even know if she knew who I am. She had told me that Harry was in London. Which made me even more confused because he told the lads he was going back home to Holmes Chapel. I guess I just have to wait and see if he actually comes back in couple of days like he told the boys. I started doing my homework and wasn’t even concentrating. I don’t even know if my essay was set out the right way, I don’t even care if it was right or wrong.
It’s been one week of school and one week since Harry left. I spoke to him once only and he said he just needed a break. That’s all he said nothing else, does that mean we are on a break like Rachel and Ross on friends. All the other boys were still here, they would help me with my homework since I was failing every class, but they didn’t judge they aren’t actually the smartest school people either. They were always saying how much things have changed since they been to school. Or maybe school is different in England and Ireland. The first weekend came around from the first week back at school and I have a crap load of homework to get through. Saturday night and everyone is out and I’m stuck at home just my books, my thoughts and myself. I managed to get through three quarters of my work, which was the most work I had done that entire week. 10PM on the clock and I am ready for bed, so I grab my phone and just browsing on Facebook and Twitter, as I turn my head towards my bedroom door I see a reflection of a tall figure with curly hair. Harry was back and I am honestly annoyed a bit. I was nervous to see him, not like the other times I was nervous to see him; I am actually struggling to confront this situation.
Today is a big day, first day of year twelve, the final year of school. Its and important year I shouldn’t really have any distractions, except I had a massive one: Harry Styles, my boyfriend. I called Harry from my room and said I’m heading off to school all the rest of the boys in the background said good luck in their goofy voices, Louis voice stood out in particular. But there was no word from Harry. So I went in the flat and asked where he was, they all told me that he had to return home, they were all confused because they thought he had told me. I thought to myself why wouldn’t he tell me and why would he leave his phone.
‘He said to wish you all the best and he will be back in couple of days.’ Niall told me.
Why on earth would he not tell me I thought to myself, at the same time dad was beeping the horn, as a signal to move my butt. I don’t even want to go to school anymore. But it was very important that I go. At school in English class we were discussing and running through the novel we would be studying for the year. But I was not in that classroom, my mind was on Harry why would he leave and not tell me? Or why would he not wish me luck on my first day. I can’t even talk to my friends about it because of the whole secret relationship thing. I got home from school and I asked Louis to give me Harry’s family home number. I went into my room totally oblivious to the cost factor of the phone call. I tried ringing and his mum answered the phone, I don’t even know if she knew who I am. She had told me that Harry was in London. Which made me even more confused because he told the lads he was going back home to Holmes Chapel. I guess I just have to wait and see if he actually comes back in couple of days like he told the boys. I started doing my homework and wasn’t even concentrating. I don’t even know if my essay was set out the right way, I don’t even care if it was right or wrong.
It’s been one week of school and one week since Harry left. I spoke to him once only and he said he just needed a break. That’s all he said nothing else, does that mean we are on a break like Rachel and Ross on friends. All the other boys were still here, they would help me with my homework since I was failing every class, but they didn’t judge they aren’t actually the smartest school people either. They were always saying how much things have changed since they been to school. Or maybe school is different in England and Ireland. The first weekend came around from the first week back at school and I have a crap load of homework to get through. Saturday night and everyone is out and I’m stuck at home just my books, my thoughts and myself. I managed to get through three quarters of my work, which was the most work I had done that entire week. 10PM on the clock and I am ready for bed, so I grab my phone and just browsing on Facebook and Twitter, as I turn my head towards my bedroom door I see a reflection of a tall figure with curly hair. Harry was back and I am honestly annoyed a bit. I was nervous to see him, not like the other times I was nervous to see him; I am actually struggling to confront this situation.