Upside Down

Everything was perfect. Everything was as it was supposed to be. But when everything is perfect, something is bound to go wrong, and it did.
Samantha Aames and Harry Styles are close to becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, when she sees him kissing another girl. Is it all just a mistake? Is he just an a**hole or is there more to the story?
*The boys are not famous*


5. He Meant It

I woke up, my eyes all sore from last night. I cried a lot. I got up I wore the same I did yesterday. I didn’t want to find something new. I just didn’t bother. After I got dressed I laid back down in my bed. I really didn’t want to go to school, but my mom was giving me a ride, so I kind of had to.

“We have to go now,” my mom yelled. I got up, again and walked downstairs, against my will may I add, and grabbed some bread on the way out. I got out to the car and sat on the passenger seat.

“So,” my mom started as we were driving, ”how’s it going at school?”

“It’s fine,” I answered coldly looking out the window. I didn’t want to talk to my mom about this. I couldn’t talk to her about Christine or Harry. I mean, I had to the other day, and Christine had almost told her everything before I got home anyway, but I really didn’t want to talk anybody about it. I didn’t want to talk about my feelings, ever. I just knew I would cry. It wasn’t something I could control. They just streamed down my face every time I just thought about my feelings.

“Ok,” she said. I knew she was hurt that I didn’t want to talk to her about it. I have been really distant lately. I’ve just been in my room watching tv, or sitting at my computer. That’s not me. I used be outside, or just being in the kitchen where my mom always is. I used to tell her almost everything. I used to tell her how my day had been. I used to tell her every time Christine and I had been fighting. But I just didn’t tell anything anymore.

We pulled up to the school and without saying goodbye, I got out of the car. I walked into to the school and waited for my mom to be gone. When I saw that she was driving home, I walked out again. I wasn’t going to school. Not now, not ever.

I walked down to the channel again, where I spent the whole day yesterday. I sat there playing with the water, using a stick, when somebody came up from behind me.

“I’m not going to give up on you,” he said. It was Harry. I knew that, even though I didn’t look at him. Not once.

“And I’m not going to forgive you,” I said coldly. I had to make him give up. I had to stop thinking about him, and if he was going talk to me all the time, I couldn’t.

“You will eventually,” he said sitting down and could hear that he was smiling when he said it. He sat down close to me but I moved away from him. I didn’t want to be so close to him. I didn’t want to talk to him. He sighed.

“Look, I know you don’t believe me, when I say I didn’t kiss her back, but I thought that if you might hear her say it, then you would believe me,” he said.

“And how are you going to get her to admit something that didn’t happen?” I asked cockily looking at him, but not straight in the eyes. I knew that if I looked him in the eyes, I would forgive him right here, right now, and that was not going to happen.

“Please, I made her admit it, and I taped it, just please listen,” I took the chance and looked him in the eyes. I could see that he meant every word he said.

We listened to the tape, and as he said, she admitted everything. I couldn’t believe it. She really kissed him, without he wanted to, and I pushed him away. I blamed him. I didn’t believe him and I still don’t, even though I know it’s true. I couldn’t take this. I had to get out of here. A tear fell down my cheek as I got up and began to run. I could hear Harry call, but I didn’t stop. This was too much. She did this to me, on purpose. How could she? Why would she do that? I stopped. I had to ask her. I walked back to the school, and ran down the halls, and into each classroom to find her. When I got the cafeteria, I found her. I walked over to her, looking very mad, I guess, because she looked very scared of me.

“Why would you do that?!” I yelled at her and she got more scared now.

“Please, let’s not talk about it here,” she whispered and looked around at the people who was staring. I still didn’t care about any of those people.

“I don’t care!” I yelled again. I was so mad that every word that came out of my mouth was being yelled out.

“I’m,-” I knew she was about to say that she was sorry, but I didn’t need to hear that now. I’ve already heard that too much.

“That’s not what I want to know. I want to know why YOU kissed Harry!” I yelled a bit louder.

“Because I wanted to get back at you!” she yelled back, and I could see that she was as shocked as I was. After a while, when I finally understood what she had said, I could answer her.

“Get back at what?” I asked silently and confused. What could I possibly have done that hurt her this much. So much that she had played my friend for God knows how long. So much that she waited all this time to get back at me. I really had no idea.

“You stole my boyfriend,-” I cut her off.

“What? When?” I yelled again.

“Remember James?” she asked cockily. James. Who was.. Oh.

“I didn’t steal James. He fell for me, and I rejected him,-” this time, she cut me off.

“That’s not what he told me,” she said. I raised my eyebrows. She really believed him instead of me. We were best friends, and she believed her ex-boyfriend.

“And what did he tell you?”

“He told me that you had told him that you couldn’t live without him, and you loved him!” she was yelling again.

“He was lying!” I yelled back and then she looked really pissed. She came at me and tried to punch me in the face. I took her hair to keep her away from my face. She was not going to punch me. I pulled her head down to the floor and sat on top of her. She tried to hit me

again, but I averted. She had really pissed me off, so I tried to hit her back, but she hit me first, and that did not make me less angry. I hit her face over and over again, as my tears fell down my cheeks. How did everything end up like this? I could feel I was being carried away, but I still tried to hit her. I kicked and screamed. I was just so angry. How could she do this? How could she believe him over me? How could she? I didn’t do anything and even so, she still blamed me for everything that had happened. It made no sense.

“Relax,” he said. He sounded worried. It was Harry. Again. Did he stalk me? Well, maybe he just followed me, when I began running, but still. It’s kind of creepy. I still kicked and screamed. I was ready to go crazy on her. She ran over to Harry and I and began to hit me again, when some guy came and pulled her away too. Harry carried me out to the hall and I saw teachers run into the cafeteria, but they didn’t see us, because Harry was hiding us behind the lockers. After the teachers were gone, we ran out of the school, hand in hand. He had put me down, and was a bit more relaxed now. I was still really upset but I didn’t kick and scream anymore.

“Who is James?” he asked a bit shocked, when we got out to the car and drove off. I understand him, I was shocked too. We used to be best friends and now we were fighting over a guy. She had hurt me, and I had obviously hurt her. Without me knowing about it. I mean, she could just have told, and we should have talked about it, but it’s a bit difficult when I don’t even know about what was going on in her head. I had no idea, that she was that good an actress. Oh, that’s what she should be! She should be an actress. She is very good at it! I mean, I was her best friend, and I didn’t know anything about it. Oh, sidetrack. Sorry. Maybe I should answer Harry now.

“No one,” I said coldly. He must have heard us talk about James, but I really didn’t want to talk about him now, He was history. I didn’t mean to take it out on Harry, but I was just still really upset with Christine and what she had told me. She thought that it was my fault that her and James broke up. She thought that it was my fault that he had a crush on me. He was the creep. He always flirted with me when Christine wasn’t there, but I was a good friend and told him to stop, and then he just told Christine all those lies. And she believed him. I sighed and looked down at my hands in my crotch.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Where are we going by the way?” I asked, mostly because I was trying to change the subject. I think he noticed because he was smiling when I looked at him.

“We are just going for a little ride,” he said. I think he knew what I was trying to do. You know, change the subject. I think he got it, because we didn’t talk about it anymore.

We were driving and driving on this narrow road. It was very narrow, so narrow that two cars couldn’t fit on the road. Then suddenly we stopped. In the middle of nowhere. Seriously, there isn’t a soul here. Not even a tree. But it’s beautiful. It’s quiet and calm and there isn’t a soul nearby. It was just Harry and I. He looked at me and laughed a bit, before

he got out. I got out too and Harry walked over to me. We sat on the hood of the car and talked. I told him about James and what had happened between Christine and I. I told him everything. He leaned closer  and I could see that he closed his eyes. Here we go again. He was about to kiss me. Our lips finally met, and they danced synchronically with each other.


Everything was great now. I had Harry, and that was all that mattered. I was happy.

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