It's been a week since the whole party thing, and I wish it had never happened. I cannot believe I let my guard down to anyone, most of all, her. My friends have asked why I left so suddenly from the party, but I can't tell them.

I don't really know why I even went, especially when I was drunk. Suprisingly, I remeber it all very vividly--going to the hosptial, her being surprised to see me there, our conversations. A shiver traveled down my spine as I thought about what I had said. I apologized, and she forgave me, for what reason I have no idea, but then I just poured my heart out to her like some lovesick teenage girl. I've never talked like that with anybody before, not since I was a kid.

I don't understand why she would forgive me so easily. Or why she didn't kick me out of the room right when I showed up wasted. That's what any reasonable person would do, although I've learned Paisley isn't like most people.

Either way, it was a very foreign experience for me, not one I'd like to repeat. It's better when I push my feelings to the side anyway. That's what my parents always taught me to do.

I got up and showered, throwing on a black ramones t-shirt and some skinny jeans. My hair was still wet, curling up around my ears as I walked out the door.

The drive to school was short, too short for my liking as I didn't really want to be here. Getting out, I grabbed my books and headed into hell.

I walked up to the third floor and to the end of the hallway, where some of my friends were standing. We always meet at the end of the hallway in the morning and between classes.

"Hi." I mumbled, walking up to the group. They knew mornings weren't my thing.

"Hi." They all said back in unison. Liam, Zayn, Luke, and Ashton were all here already. Louis picked up Niall on the way to school, and they were almost always running late.

"So how was she?" Ashton asked Zayn.

"Who?" I asked.

"Zayn went home with a girl after that party." Ashton smirked, as I nodded in understanding.

"We had a good time." Zayn said, his eyes sparkling under his long lashes.

"Will you see her again?" I asked. I don't really know why I cared, but I was curious, and I mostly wanted to keep the attention off of my actions at the party.

"Yeah, I got her number and we've been talking the past couple days. " Zayn said. "So what happened to you Saturday night, Harry?" Dammit.

"I went home." I replied smoothly, not intending for them to know what happened at all.

"Well, you missed a lot after you left. That place went fucking crazy." Ashton said.

"Too bad." I said, not really interested in the details of what I'd missed. Louis and Niall soon showed up, cutting it really close on time. We all talked a little more about the party, and everyone mostly ignored the fact that I raced out of there drunk and frantic.

When the warning bell rang, we all went our seperate ways, me heading downstairs to my American Literature class. As I was walking, I could feel someone staring at me. I looked over my shoulder to see Paisley in the stream of students heading down the stairs.

"Hi Harry." She said, giving me a small smile. Why was she doing this? Why was she talking to me. We have nothing to discuss. I apologized, she forgave, we're done now. Just because I showed up drunk at her hospital room in the early hours of the morning, doesn't mean we're suddenly friends. We are two very different people with different groups of friends, and I'll be caught dead before I'm seen talking to her.

I just turned my head, ignoring her and proceeding forward.

It must be her first day back. A pang of guilt shot through me, but it quickly went away. She must have been released from the hospital yesterday and is now back at school.

"Harry?" She asked again, her voice wavering a little more this time. It's a shame she is so sweet and is wasting her time on someone like me. The innocence in her voice almost made me turn around, but I think I'd go off on her for talking to me here if I was face to face with her. So instead of talking to her like any logical person would, I just quickened my pace and walked to class.

When I entered the classroom and knew I was out of her presence, I let in a sigh of relief. We're just on different social levels.

I took a seat next to Michael.

"Hey." I said, pulling out my phone and turning it on silent.

"Hi Harry. What happened to you Saturday night?" Why does everyone keep asking that? Can't they just mind their own damn business?

"I went home." I said shortly, ending that conversation now. Luckily, the teacher came in and started telling us about some bullshit project we would be starting. The class went painstakingly slow, and it's a good thing there's only like three weeks of school left or otherwise I'd just leave.

After English, Paisley had long since left my mind and as I went through my next couple classes, I was just trying to enjoy the day, as much as I could, that is.

It was in fifth hour spanish that I was bored out of my mind, so I decided to give my mind a break and asked to go to the restroom. I was walking through the empty hallways when a door opened a little bit ahead of me, and the person who I most wanted to avoid was walking out of her math classroom. I almost thought about turning around just to avoid her, but then decided hell no, this isn't my problem.

She was wearing high-waisted shorts and a floral top that barely met the hemline of her shorts. When she saw me in the hallway, she started quickly walking to me, an angry expression taking over her scarred face.

"Harry, you jerk." She choked out, stopping us both in the middle of the hallway. It was kind of hot when she was angry. In a cute way.

"Paisley, we have nothing to talk about." I smoothly replied.

"Oh, okay. So you're just going to run me over with your car, then come to see me drunk in the early hours of the morning, and we'll have a real emotional conversation, and then when we get back to school you're just going to ignore me?" She fumed.

"Yes. We went through everything we had to. It's time for us to both move on now." I said, trying to push past her to get to the bathroom, but she grabbed my wrist, holding me in place. Her touch sent a strange tingle through me that would really be best for me to ignore.

"No, Harry. We cleared all that up, but that doesn't mean we can't be nice to each other. That doesn't mean that we can't say hello or even acknowledge each other. I think we've been through enough to at least allow that, don't you think?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing on her forehead.

"No." I answered simply, getting out of her grasp and heading for the bathroom. She looked even more angry now, and even a little...upset, as I turned the corner.

"Harry Styles, you are the biggest asshole I've ever met." I heard her say, before she was out of earshot. I just kept walking. We have no business being together. It makes no sense. She's the kind of good girl we make fun of, and we're the bad boys their parents tell them to stay away from.

Although, I didn't really expect her to call me an asshole to my face. God knows I am one, but her words still stung a bit as I let them sink in. It doesn't matter what she thinks of me. If I ever want to get over this, I have to stop associating with her. The more I see her, the more those images will burn in the back of my mind.

I went to the restroom and did my business, prolonging my actions as to not have to go back to class. Better to waste time here rather than sit at the back of a classroom pretending to listen.

After Spanish we all headed down to the cafeteria, and I headed straight to the table. All of us sat at a long table near the center of the commons. I sat right in the middle between Liam and Zayn.

"Hey." I said, taking a seat.

Everyone said hello, some of them going up to get food, others just talking about random shit. I opened the bag of chips I got at the vending machine between class and looked around the room. I immediately saw Paisley sitting at a round table not far from ours. She's probably been sitting there all year, and I'm just now noticing her for the first time.

She was sitting amongst all her friends, her eyes peered towards her food as she smiled at someting someone at her table said.

"Who are you looking at?" Liam asked, nudging my shoulder beside me.

"No one." I said, tearing my gaze from her and bringing it back to the table. Liam sensed my hesitation and turned away, starting a conversation with Luke on his left.

Throughout lunch, the blonde across the room who I had argued with in the hall hours earlier kept catching my attention. She looked so intriguing for some reason, sitting with her friends and enjoying her lunch. Her hair falling over her shoulders in loose curls and her mouth turning slightly into a smile whenever anyone would speak to her. She looked happy to be back.

I don't know why at one point I can yell at her and tell her I don't want to speak to her again, and then the next I can't keep my eyes off of her. I don't understand how she could be so forgiving and accepting. If someone does me wrong, they'll hear it from me, but with her she'll just tell you you're an asshole and move on.

The lunch bell rang and everyone started to disperse, heading in their different directions. I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder as my feet carried me over to her table. Why, I don't know, because she had already left.

The two girls seated there looked at me uncomfortably as I approached them. Will I ever get a look that tells me someone is happy to see me?

"Hi. Does one of you have Paisley's phone number?" I asked the two girls. They looked to each other as if wondering if they should give out the girl's phone number. "Well?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeah." One of them said, ripping a slip of paper out of a notebook and scribbling her digits onto them. "Here." She said with no emotion, her judging eyes letting me know that she knew I was the one that hit Paisley.

"Thanks." I said, grabbing it from her and heading off to my next class. I'll just text her, apologize for my behavior in the hallway, and that will be it. I told myself.

Why I feel the need to apologize for being my dick self to her, I don't know, but that girl makes me feel and do weird shit that nobody else can draw out.

I took a seat in the back of the history classroom and pulled out my phone. I quickly typed in her number and typed out a message.

To: Paisley- Sorry for yelling at you.

A couple minutes later, my phone still hadn't lit up with a text, so I assume she isn't going to reply. She's probably pissed at me and as done with me as I should be with her. Finally, at the end of the day as I am walking out to my car to leave school, I hear a little chime.

From: Paisley- Who is this? It took her long enough to reply. Who was I kidding, she's a goody-goody, the kind that doesn't text during school.

To: Paisley- Harry. I sent, waiting to see what she would reply to that with.

From: Paisley- Oh. Well, its okay. But you really should make up your mind as to whether or not you are going to be nice to me. I read it and immediately knew she was right, I needed to figure this shit out.

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