The next morning, I wake up and slowly get out of my bed. Last night, since I was pretty upset with Chris, I cried myself to sleep, again. That has been happening quite a lot lately since Chris has become more aggressive and abusive towards me. I had enough bruises to prove it, I did for sure. As I walk over to the full-length mirror that was hanging on my wall, I stare at my reflection. My eyes were watery from sleep and somewhat red from all the tears that I had cried the night before. I could even point out the lines from all the crying that went on.

I slowly walk over to my dresser and pull open the top drawer. After pulling out my undergarments, which consisted of a lace bra and boy shorts, I go over and decide on what to wear. It was too early on a Tuesday morning, about seven-fifteen I noticed as I glanced at the digital clock aside my bed on the nightstand. I would decide on what clothes to wear after my shower so I could wake myself up a bit.

So much for studying for the history exam I was supposed to study for last night, I think to myself as I walk over to the door and grab the handle, pulling it open. The tile was cool on the bottoms of my bare feet, yet it was calming. “Thanks Chris,” I mutter quietly under my breath as I walk into the bathroom, which wasn’t occupied, which meant I had all the time in the world by myself before I had to face class with everyone surrounding me.

After I walked into the bathroom, I shut the door and lock it behind me before I go over and turn on the water. It takes a few minutes but it eventually heats up to my liking. I begin to undress from the clothes I slept in the night before, which consisted of a pair of shorts and a camisole tank top embellished with lace across the top.

I get in the shower and slowly cleanse my tired aching body. After I finish up in the shower about ten minutes later, I wrap a towel firmly around my body after drying myself off. I hold on tightly to the towel I had wrapped around my body as I walk out of the steamy bathroom toward my room. Once I make it over to my dresser, I slip on some clean panties along with my bra before letting the towel drop to the floor. I was totally looking forward to what I had to do now – not.

This is definitely one of the things I hate having to do in the mornings. Picking what to wear for the day is always the worst for sure. It just takes forever since it’s so early. I wanted to be comfortable, especially since I had an exam.

Shit! I think to myself as I begin to rush around my room and slip my legs frantically into a pair of hot pink skinny jeans I found from my closet along with a black sweater with white writing that said: Eat a lot. Sleep a lot. all in uppercase letters. I was going to be late! I think to myself; I had less than five minutes to get there.

Thankfully, the building wasn’t too far from where I lived. After grabbing my messenger bag with my school stuff, I slip my feet into my black converse shoes and tie them on my way out the door. Pulling out my phone, I notice it was a few minutes after 8 o’clock. My exam for history is at 8:30, which gives me plenty of time to make it on time. I shove my phone back in my messenger bag as I fumble for my keys so I could lock the door. After locking it in place, I am soon on my way. I was too busy focusing on where I was going when I run into someone. My bag falls to the floor and my things scatter all over the ground.

Looking up, I notice Harry standing a few inches away from me, a backpack slung over his shoulder. “H-hey,” I stutter with a small smile as I reach down and grab my bag and begin to put all my scattered belongings back into my bag.

“Hey there,” he had a wide smile on his face. “Running late, yeah?” he questioned as he looked me as I picked up my bag and put it on my shoulder once I had everything back in its rightful place. I give him a nod as I begin to walk off.

As I begin to walk off, I feel someone grab hold of my arm which made me stop in my tracks. I glance back to see Harry with a slight hold on my arm.

“Can I ask you something, Sidney?” Harry asks looking at me, a small hint of a smile on his face.

“Y-yeah, sure,” I reply as I shift my weight to my other foot. I was kind of nervous since I was going to be late. I didn’t like to be late to class. I’ve always been that way.

“W-would you like to um, come over sometime and we could study or hangout, whatever you prefer? What class do you have right now? I’ll walk with you, I actually have a lecture for history in a few minutes,” he said looking at the silver watch on his wrist and then looking back at me.

I stay silent for a minute or two before I respond. “Y-yeah sounds good,” I reply with a small smile. “I’d like that,” I tell him. I could really use some time away from my house, as long as I’m away from Chris. Anything to stay far from him as long as I can, because I really don’t know how long I can keep up with him and how he treats me.

“Really?” he asks, looking at me, his eyebrows together. I give him a nod and a smile in return.

“Great,” he says with a smile as we walk. We talk about some random stuff while we continue to walk. I soon look up to see I was standing right in front of the history building.

“You wouldn’t mind giving me your number so I can give you a ring, would you?” he asks, a slight smirk on his lips as he stands there. I just roll my eyes a bit and nod.

“Got a pen? Need to get on to class,” I tell him. He nods and reaches into his bag for something for me to write my number with. After rummaging through his bag, he pulls out a black ink pen and hands it over to me, which I take out of his big hand and scribbled my number down on his wrist and added my name along with it.

“Thanks beautiful, see you later,” he said with a smile before walking off, leaving me standing there thoughts running a mile a minute through my mind.

I feel my lips curve up into a smile as I stood there, my mind drifting off into space. What the hell was this guy doing to me? A few months ago, I was scared of him and now, I was starting to warm up to him? Something must be wrong with this picture, here. Plus, I was with Chris already, which I wanted to do something about. Harry made me feel…safe. I felt safe when I was with him and being with him made me happier than I normally am when I am around Chris.

I head inside the building where my class was. After I walk inside and take a seat, I check the clock on the wall to see it was two minutes till 8:30. Letting out a sigh, I set my bag down and pull out my book so I could study a bit. A few other students were doing the same. Next thing I know, I hear the final warning bell go off, which brings my focus away from deep into my text book.

As my professor spoke about the test for all of us to keep our eyes on our own paper and to not doze off or cheat, my mind was clouded of thoughts about Harry. His dimpled grin was etched in my mind and those curly locks of his. I am soon pulled out of my thoughts as I glance down at the paper that was set in front of me. I grab my pencil and write my name in the respective place on the page.

Great, fifty questions… I think to myself as I turn to the last page to see how many questions total there were. I flip back to the first page and go to the first question. After bubbling the answer in on the Scantron page, I go to the next one. This is sure going to take me a while, especially since tests usually killed me the most. I was also thankful I didn’t have another class until later this afternoon so I had all the time in the world to finish this test. I was glad I had a little close to almost an hour and a half to take this.

It takes me practically the entire hour and a half to finish but I finish with enough time before the class is over. I go through each question and to my surprise get most of them right I think. So much for hardly studying at all last night, when I got a few minutes in this morning once I got here. I think I actually did well on it this time, which is quite surprising.

After I turn my test in, I go back to my seat and begin to scroll through my Twitter app on my phone. It was five minutes till ten o’clock. As I look around the room, I notice only a few people still finishing up their tests. There didn’t seem to be anything too interesting on Twitter until I noticed I had a new notification. As soon as I tap on my notifications, I notice that Harry was now following me.

The bell soon rings, pulling my eyes away from my iPhone screen. I stuff all of my things into my bag and swing it over my shoulder as I hurry out of the room, my phone tightly in my hand. Once I make it out of the building, I feel my phone vibrate in my hand. Looking at the iPhone screen, there was a text from Kendall.

Hey Sid! Want to meet up for brunch? I’m starving, what do you say, love? ;)

I smile and let out a slight laugh at her text before I begin to text her back. Yes, I’m starving myself, Ken! At our usual spot? (:

Yes ma’am, see ya there! xo

I shove my phone into my pocket and begin to head over to the coffee house we meet at. They sell actual food too besides the coffee, of course. The sandwiches they had there were good and you could basically get anything all throughout the day until they close. It was some good quality stuff, too that was really good. It is all fresh, which is nice. It wasn’t too far from where I currently was, so I decided to walk.

I soon make it over there and walk inside, the bell going off as I entered the café. Looking around, I spot Kendall at the table we always sit at toward the back. She waved over to me. I smile and wave back to her as I begin to walk over to where she was.

There were two coffee’s sitting on the table, a regular coffee with creamer, which was hers and a caramel mocha for me. I swear, she knew me so well, I mean, we are best friends after all.

“Thanks Kenny!” I tell her with a smile as I pick up my cup that wasn’t too hot thanks to the sleeve around it and take a small sip of the hot drink.

“Welcome, Sid! So tell me, where exactly did you go last night? You never really told me where you were off to…did you go see Harry Styles by any chance?” she asked, a small smile on her lips as she brought her coffee up and took a sip.

“Um...yeah, why? Wait, how did you know I went to see him?!” I ask, my eyebrows rose as I looked at her.

“Claire told me you went over to his place, she was there with one of his friends, Braden I think is his name, right?” she asks looking at me, a slight smirk on her face.

“Well,” I trail off with a sigh before I begin to tell her the entire reason I went over there. She wanted every detail so I might as well enlighten her; I mean she is my best friend who we tell everything to. As I told her, I noticed the smile never left her face. I even found myself smiling at the thought of him, Harry and his killer grin. There was just one problem I still have to deal with…Chris. Why does this have to be so difficult? I wish I could just simply break it off. The whole idea scares me because I know it will all go wrong somehow, it always does.

Notes

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