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*


2. How Could She?

“Don’t-” I began, but quickly stopped my self. What? Christine? He was kissing Christine? How could he? How could she?

“Christine?” I asked shocked. I really was. How could she do this to me? She knew how much I liked him. I knew she was jealous, but I didn’t think she would do this to me.

“Sam, I’m sorry,” she said. I could feel the tears trying to escape my eyes, but I didn’t allow them to leave. I wouldn’t waste my tears on them. I deserve better than them. I stormed out of the school and I could hear Christine running after me, but I didn’t stop. I ran and ran, until I was out of breath. I stopped and looked back. I couldn’t see Christine anymore. She must have given up. Good. Because I wasn’t going to let her get away with this. I wasn’t going to forgive her. Ever. How could she? For some reason I wasn’t as mad at Harry, as I was on Christine. Well, don’t get me wrong, I’m still pissed on him. But maybe it was because I have known her my whole life. I haven’t known Harry for that long. Well, that means, I’ve known him the most of my life, but he didn’t know me. I’ve always had this little crush on him, and Christine knew that, and still she kissed him. I was so mad at her. Good thing she’s not here, I would’ve punched her. Right in the face. I could really use some ice cream right now. I love ice cream when I’m sad. When I fell betrayed.

I walked along the road, just walking, not knowing where I was going. I was about to look at my phone when I remembered that it was my purse and Christine had it. My mom must be so worried. Maybe I should go home. But where was home. I didn’t know where I was. I had just run, I didn’t see where I was going. I tried looking around, finding something familiar. But I didn’t recognise anything. I found a bench and sat down and I finally let the tears escape. They ran down my cheeks. Uncontrollably. I laid down on the bench and fell asleep.

I woke up and when I opened my eyes I saw a boy looking at me. I jumped up, and as an reaction I punched him.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly said and tried to help him, but he just backed away from me still holding his nose, and I understand him. I would back away too if someone had just punched me in the face.

“Is there something I can do?” I asked, trying to make it better. I mean, it’s not very good when you hit someone in the face.

“No, not right now,” he answered a little mad.

“You shouldn’t be the one who’s mad,” I said being mad too.

“You punched me.”

“You were staring at me while I was asleep.”

“I was checking if you were alive,” he yelled at me, still looking down at the ground and holding his nose. I saw blood drops dripping down. I can’t believe I did that. Oh my god. He was bleeding, because of me. This was not my week.

“Why wouldn’t I be alive?” I yelled back.

“I don’t know. You were just laying there, and you looked dead,” he yelled that last part.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” I asked as I saw more blood dripping.

“No,” he yelled. He took his hand in his pocket and then he found some tissues.

“Would you stop being mad?” I asked irritated. I mean, I wasn’t mad anymore, and he scared the hell out of me. He didn’t answer, he just tried to wipe the most of the blood away. He sat down on the bench and I sat down next to him.

“Why were you sleeping on the bench anyway?” he asked quietly. I don’t think he was mad anymore.

“I don’t know where I am,” I answered sadly. I was still really mad and sad about what happened.

“Well, where do you live?” He asked looking at me.

“I live on Birdbrook road,” I said, looking at him too. He gave me a smile which I returned.

“I know where that is. Should I walk you home?”

“If you want to,” I said. He nodded and got up. He was actually really nice. I got up to and we began our journey.

We talked about everything. I told him what had happened yesterday and he was really understanding. I liked this boy.

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