Leave Me Alone

17 year old Nichole Richardson transfers to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School to study music, but not everyone is so friendly. 18 year old Harry Styles gets a kick out of making Nichole's life hell. Will she pressure through, or will she break and return to America?


6. Refresher

My classes passed slowly as I waited for the end of the day. Every second seemed to last an hour and the hours took days. Finally, the final bell tolled and I was out of my chair in a flash, racing for the door. I wasn't eager to see the boys again, especially Harry. Just the thought of his name set a fast pace in my heart that worried me. I knew that the boy at the park wasn't the Harry I knew. My Harry was evil, dark, and sadistic. He wanted me to cry, to suffer. I knew that he had said differently earlier in the hall, but a part of me didn't trust it. I felt like it was all an act. He didn't even know you were there, that small voice said. I sighed. I'm really sick of you making sense, I thought. I sighed and turned the final corner to my locker. Surprisingly, it was clear. On a normal day, I'd be fighting through walls of students just to get my backpack out. Cautious, I slowly opened my locker. As the door opened, a folded piece of notebook paper floated to the ground. Curious, I picked it up.


I know that I haven't been the nicest of people since you moved here, or that you've ever met, but I really would like a chance to show you differently. Please. Give me a call. You know, if you want.


His number was written below that, almost illegibly. A smile played at my lips as I shoved the note into my back pocket. A problem for another day. I quickly put away my books and closed the locker door. Making my way to the exit, the halls became more and more flooded and I smiled. This was normal. I liked normal. Why did Harry have to ruin that? Why did he have to go and make me develop feelings for him. And now he liked me? This wasn't normal. It worried me. I pushed the thought aside and swore quietly to myself. Harry had driven me In today and it was much too far to walk. I knew that Fridays were always bad for Aunt Veronica, so calling her for a ride was out of the question. After this morning, I didn't feel safe enough to get into the car with Harry. I sighed and silently thanked God that I had gone with flats today. I shifted the weight of my bag on my shoulder and set off for my walk.

About five minutes after I left campus, a familiar car pulled up to my side. I peered down into the little gray car and glared at its driver. "What, Harry?" I asked, this morning flooding back to me. "Nikki, I-" I snorted. "It's Nichole. You have no right to call me that. We're not friends. We never will be." I continued walking without another word, but he kept creeping alongside me. "Nichole, I'm sorry about this morning. I lost control," he explained, pain heavy in his voice. I cackled. "You're a bully, Harry. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Make my life hell because I'm different? Scare me and make me cry? Lower my self esteem? It's what you've done for months now. Don't change now," I nearly shouted at him. The words stung him. Part of me wanted to smile and do the happy dance for telling him off. The other part wanted me to climb into the car and hold him, tell him I didn't mean a word of it. But I knew the truth. I meant every word I said. So, I ran. Away from Harry and away from my problems.

It took half an hour for me to get home and I checked my watch. Around 4:30. That meant it was about 11:30 back home in Michigan. I remembered that that was about lunchtime in my old school and immediately, I needed a friend to talk to. Pulling out my phone, I dialed a number that I haven't dialed in six months.




"Hello?" The familiar voice of one of my best friends filled my ears and I almost cried. "Sarah? Hi, it's Nikki," I said, fighting back tears. She was quiet for a minute, then I heard her gasp. "Oh my God, Nikki! How are you? How's England? Any cute guys? Amanda made me ask. We heard about your parents. We are so sorry! Amanda says hi Autumn. We all miss you so much," she said in a whirlwind. I laughed. "Hey, Raven," I greeted Amanda, remembering our old nicknames. "Tell Renee I said hi." After a second I heard squealing in the background I knew that the message had been passed. "I'm good, guys, and thanks for the condolences. I miss them a lot. England's great, but nothing tops Michigan with you guys." Again, a round of squeals came out. "And there's one guy that's totally cute, but a real jerk. His name is Harry," I explained.

We stayed on the phone for a while longer until they had to get back for class. We promised to Skype later that night and the call ended. I sighed as I dropped my phone down onto my couch. I couldn't peel the smile from my face, however. My friends always manage to cheer me up, even when they're a thousand miles away.

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