Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


11. Changing the Past; Chapter 11; Great advice... Not

Author's note-
This chapter may be a bit boring but you'll have to read this for everything else to make sense. I'm going to try and update at least 2 chapters a week. Thanks for all those fans, likes, favourite lists and comments! <3 you all!!!!

Harry's POV

I watch as Grace walks up to the counter and Sarah arrives. I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to face a girl with blonde, curly hair and dark brown eyes. She sits down next to me and puts her arm over my shoulder. I don't pull away because she's so attractive it's so... Easy to fall for her. She starts to cuddle into me and   I automatically react by smiling at her. Suddenly, I hear a gasp a few meters in front of me and I look up to see the horrified face of Grace. Sarah is behind her and she's miming to me,
"What are you doing?" I pull away from the girl next to me and try to look at Grace in the eye but she's looking at the ground as if... Ashamed? Why would she be like that? I see that her face is full of sadness and I regret flirting with that girl. I don't even know her name. Grace turns quickly and runs out as I see a single tear fall out of her eye. I stand up and start to chase after her until Sarah puts her hand on my chest to stop me. 
"No. You've hurt her enough. We know exactly who that girl is and you've just put Grace into misery," she says and she continues to chase after her. I stand there clueless about what I should do. My thoughts are interrupted by someone saying,
"Are you Harry Styles? Do you mind if I get a picture?" I nod and I smile weakly at the camera, knowing this photo won't be very good. I'm too down right now.

Grace's POV


"Shhh. It's ok. Harry's plainly not worth it," Sarah says to me for the billionth time. I nod but continue to sulk, staring glumly at my plate of baked beans. I thought for a minute Harry actually LIKED me. But of course, he is known to be the womaniser of the group. Making every woman feel wanted by him but then skewing up their hearts and messing with their brains... the fat git. "He's a plain idiot and you know that." I nod again and try to chew the mouth full of toast I'm eating but it's as if my muslces are upset too. They won't work properly. 
"Come on. The next competition is in a day and a half. Have you even picked a song yet?" 
"I've decided. I'm not doing it anymore." Sarah stares at me as if I've said the most stupidest thing ever.
"Your joking right?"
"Nope," I say and sigh.
"But... You can't... I thought this was your dream... Harry has done a really good job of messing up your brain," Sarah says, "This wasn't all about meeting One Direction you know." 
"Yes it was."
"Yes but... Your not a quitter... Your not yourself anymore." 
"Look if your not going to reply properly, then what's the point in me comforting you," she snaps and turns away. I hear her unlock her phone and start texting. 
"I'm sorry... I just-Just hate the f-feeling that Cara cuddled him like that."
"Hmm," replies Sarah. What a hypocrite! I stand up and walk out the door. "Plate!" she calls.
"Whatever," I say and slam my bedroom door. Who does she think she is, acting like my mum. Thinking about my mum, I pick up the post card she sent this morning and read it. 

Dear Grace,

You might not get this for a while. I'm not sure how Polish post works but I'll get on with things anyway. It's really nice here, everyone seems really nice and although it has started to snow, everything is going perfectly. Now I want you to tell me everything. I want you to text me when you get this. I'll be waiting. 

Love you lots,
Mum xxx

I pick up my phone and send my Mum a text and she instantly replies. Wow, she was really telling the truth about waiting... How eager can someone be to talk to me? I turn on my MacBook and click on Skype. I suddenly get a call from my Mum on video chat and I answer it. 
"Hi Mum!" I say and wave. She smiles back and says,
"So how was it?" I look at her, confused.
"How was what?"
"Seeing Harry! You were seen with him. It's all over the magazines." 
"Shit," I mutter and my Mum looks at me warningly. "Sorry, I'm not used to you being here. But how could it have got round so quickly? I only saw him this morning!"
"You were seen leaving his flat with him. This proves how fast news gets around. You wouldn't believe what all the girls are saying around here. It's manic!" I sigh and say,
"Yeah, yeah, enough about that. I really need some advice on-"
"Look, I've got to go now. But whatever it is, make sure you stick with it and but be happy the whole time. Love you honey, bye!" And she cuts off the call. What kind of advice is that? Do I... Stick with Harry? And no doubt I will be happy... Or is she talking about... The competition? Will I be happy? Oh God, life is so confusing. What's the point in having a mum if she doesn't listen. I decide to practice for the competition and search up some songs on YouTube. This will take my mind off Harry... 
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