Awkward(Harrys Styles fanfic)

Allison was known as the awkward girl in your math class. She is constantly picked on by the jocks and cheerleader, thanks to her brother Niall. She cant wait til the school year is over so she can go to music camp to do her passion which is singing, but what happens when Harry Styles, the school's star quarter back, is there too. Will he turn her summer into a living hell or a summer to remember?
*I'm also going to upload this on wattpad so if you happen to stumble upon it, it is not being copied.*


14. Chapter 14.

     Ally's POV

                     I was now in one of the stalls, weeping my eyes out, something I promised not to do, when Patricia called.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hey Ally, how's camp?" Patricia's usually grumpy voice was now replaced by a brighter tone.

"Ummm..." I hesitated. How was camp really going? Well I wouldn't say it was good obviously....but it wasn't bad either. Sure it would be nice to date either Rider or Harry but things don't always go as planned. I'm one of those people that without dram in their life I'm hopelessly bored.

"Okay, I guess." Not good, not bad, but in between.

"Oh....." Patricia's voice trailed off.

"Yeah so how about you? How's your summer?" I asked, trying to drive the attention away from me.

"Oh you know.....I just sit at home on the computer, eating ice cream, and rolling in money."

"Wait, what? Rolling in money?" Her words took me by surprise, she doesn't have a particularly wealthy family. So how can she be 'rolling in money'? She probably spilt Monopoly money on the floor and is literally on the ground rolling it.

"Okay, you're never going to believe this!" She didn't wait for me to reply before continuing. "My dad won the lottery!!!" She shrieked, stinging my ear drums. I didn't have time to react before I could hear a faded voice calling out my name.

"Ally?!" The muffled voice became more prominent as it stepped into the bathroom. I glanced down at the ground from my spot on the toilet to see a familiar pair of shoes pacing around.

"Hello?" Patricia's faint voice asked from my mobile device.

"I'll call you back." I whispered harshly before hanging up.

"Ally?" Harry's voice echoed through the vacant tiled room. I let out a sigh, well there's no point hiding now.

"Yes?" I said rather casually like it was completely normal to hide in a bathroom stall for hours and not even use the bathroom.

      Harry's POV

"What are you doing?" I asked, approaching the stall that I recall hearing Ally's voice come from, and I could see her feet.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm using the bathroom." She said sourly like I just asked the stupidest possible question, but I knew she was lying.

"No your not."

"Okay fine, you caught me. What do you want?" She asked coldly.

"I want to talk to you, and not to a stall door." I couldn't help but smile.

"Bathroom stall doors get lonely too, maybe they want to be talked to." She growled, why was she in such a bad mood?

I sighed, she's stubborn. "Please."

"Fine." She snapped, coming out of the stall. Her hair was a mess, and tear stains streaked down her cheeks.

"Ally, have you been crying?!" I asked, suddenly becoming worried: cupping her face in my hands.

"No." She said sarcastically.

"I'm getting real tired of your shit Ally, Why are you acting like this?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't meant to disappoint you, clearly you don't have the same concern for me!" She yelled in my face, I could hear the hurt in her voice.

"What are you talking about?!" I yelled back.

"Uggghhh, your so clueless!!!" She pushed past me, but I grabbed her wrist; pulling her back.

"I can't fix it if you don't tell me." I said more calmly.

She paused for a moment, tears brimming her eyes. "Kiley."

"Kiley? What about her?"

"You kissed her, you dumb fuck!!" She smacked me clean across the face, clearly losing her anger. I massaged my cheek with my hand.

"Oh my god...I'm sorry." Her voice shaky, she cupped her hands over her face.

"It's okay." I assured her, wrapping her in my arms. After a few moments, she did the same, hugging me tightly.


"Yeah?" She hummed, her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"Can we start over?"





Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...