E̸v̸e̸r̸d̸a̸y̸ i̸s̸ a̸ n̸e̸w̸ c̸h̸a̸n̸c̸e̸ t̸o̸ c̸h̸a̸n̸g̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ l̸i̸f̸e̸.
I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I sit up and turn it off and take a shower in the bathroom. My classes don't start until 10 and it's only 7:30 so I have enough time. I quickly get out and dry my hair and brush my teeth. I go to my room and put on my tight black jeans and converse and my white short sleeve shirt with a vneck. I don't put makeup on because I don't like the way it feels and I really suck at it. I put my hair in a ponytail and grab my bag and phone before going downstairs.
I haven't seen my dad but I'm pretty sure he knows where I'm going. I walk to the car my dad bought me and use me gps to find the college. After a 15 minute drive I find the campus and park in front of the Starbucks. I walk inside and order a chocolate mint mocha and a blueberry muffin. I sit at the table in the back and eat. By the time I finish it's 9:45. I quickly get up and throw my stuff away. I look at the schedule I typed in my phone and quickly walk Down the side walk.
I don't pay attention to where in going until I slam unto someone and get caught by the arm to keep me from falling. I look up to meet the gaze of a guy with deep green eyes and brown curly hair.
He smiles at me and shows large dimples on his cheeks. "Sorry, are you alright?" He has a thick accent and he looks concerned. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Thank you. Sorry for bumping into I wasn't paying attention and I don't want to be late on my first day." He chuckles.
"It's fine, do you need any help?" I shake my head. "Um, no thanks, I think I've got it." I wave goodbye and walk off before he grabs my arm again. I gasp and turn back around. "Sorry," he says. "I'm Harry by the way." I smile. "I'm Mariah. Well, I really need to go bit it was nice meeting you." He nods and walks away.
If everyone at this school will be as kind as him, I might like it here. I walk to my first class literature. The room is full by the time I get there so I find the only open seat in the back. I sit next to a girl with black wavy hair. The teacher walks in and tells us about himself and his expectations. As soon as class ends I stand up and grab my bag. "Hey." I look at the girl who was sitting next to me.
"Hi." She smiles and stands. "I'm Valerie." I smile. "I'm Mariah." She starts to walk and tells me to walk with her.
"Are you new to the area?" I nod. She must be an American as well because we have the same accent. "Yeah, I love with my dad. I lived in South Carolina with my grandmother before she past. She smiles. "Cool, I live with some friends at an apartment by campus. I left America 2 years ago and lived with my boyfriend but he dumped me right before college. So I made some new friends and moved in with them." I nod. "Sorry about the boyfriend." She chuckles. "It's fine. I was gonna dump the douche anyway so, saved me some time." I laugh.
We walk to my next class which luckily she's in so we take a seat at the back. I see Harry come in the class. "Hey Harry!" Valerie yells. He looks at here and nods and looks at me. He looks mad then takes a sit with a bunch of guys.
"That's Harry." She smiles. From the way he looked at me In pretty sure he doesn't want her to know he knows me so I don't mention meeting him. "Is he your boyfriend?" I ask. She chuckles and makes a gagging noise. "Yeah, never gonna happen. He's my brother. I laugh.
"Sorry, that must've been awakened." She laughs. "It's fine."
The rest of my day goes good. Valerie's in all of my classes except my last class which painfully Harry is in. When I get back to my house I eat dinner and read for the rest of the night. The week goes by really fast. Valerie invited me to a party this Friday and I met some of her friends. Ashley is hilarious and has blonde short hair. I met Niall and Louis and they were great.
Valerie comes home with me to help pick an outfit for the party. "Wow, you have some great dresses. How come you don't wear these?" I shrug. I don't really like most of them. There to showy. She pulls out a black dress that stops at the middle of my thighs and has no straps with a heart neckline and a sparkly sash in the middle. I laugh as she admires herself in the mirror.
"Where's did you get this!" She practically screams. "My cousins wedding. I was a bridesmaid." She makes a shocked expression. "You wore this to a wedding! Geez! Can I have it!" I laugh. "Sure, it's really itchy in my opinion." She rolls her eyes beauty is pain." Valerie puts on tons of makeup and I curl her hair and put it in a messy bun. She puts on her black heels.
"Your turn!" She squeals at each dress I put on. I finally decide on a pale pink dress that stops above my knee but has a long vneck that shows a descent amount of cleavage. Valerie finally wins our battle of putting makeup on me. When she finishes it looks really good. I put on my white heels and curl my hair and leave it down.
The drive to the party is extra long because Valerie picks up Ashley, Lily, and some other girl I haven't met. The party house is huge and loud music sounds outside. We all get out and Valerie hugs what feels like 30 people before we get inside. There are a bunch of people playing beer pong and girls and guys grinding on each other to the music.
"Do you want a drink?" Ashley asks. I nod and she hands me a beer which I hate but drink anyway. Everyone goes around the house and I try to stay with Valerie but lose her when she goes upstairs with some dude. I walk back to the kitchen and sit on the counter. Some stuck comes up and stands between my legs before I can move.
"Get away from me." He laughs and moves closer. "What's wrong baby? Don't you wanna have some fun?" He slurs. I push him but he doesn't budge and he puts his hand on my thigh. "You seem like you'd be a lot of fun in the bedroom. I slap his hand and when he doesn't move I get pissed. "Fine, have it your way." He smiles but I don't think he understands what I mean. I lift my foot up and keep him in the balls. He stumbles back and groans in pain. I shove him into the wall and he knocks down the frames. I quickly walk out while everyone laughs at him.
I run up the stairs and look for a room to hide in. After opening 3 doors with a bunch of people making out I finally open an empty room. I walk in and close the door. I see trophies on a shelf and walk over to look at them. They all say football (aka soccer) on them. Under them has the name Harry Styles. My eyes go wide and I realize I'm in his room. Ever since he looked at me that way in Literature I've had a feeling he doesn't want me around. I hear the door knob being turned and quickly run and hide in the closet. I leave a mall crack so I can see who it is. Of course it's Harry. He sits on his bed and starts to smoke. I don't think it's a cigeratte or a cigar. I look at what it is and he has pot. Wow, that's just stupid. I accidentally knock down a jacket and instantly covered my mouth. Please, don't let him have heard that.
It's silent for a few minutes I close my eyes and stay quiet. Suddenly the door jerks open and I open my eyes to see a pissed off Harry.