3. The Party
"So when do classes start?" I asked Emily.
"Tomorrow." she replied.
"Okay thanks." I smiled.
"Hey uhm Erin, If it's too personal you don't have to answer, but why are those scars on your wrists?" she asked,
"No, no, no it's fine a lot of people ask me that question well.... uhm... in highschool I was bullied and one day I got some messages that weren't very pleasant like: 'go kill yourself' and 'you're a sad excuse of a human' and 'you are so ugly just kill yourself' plus 'you're a whore' ect. One day I passed by these girls and they gave me a gift, so I opened it and inside there were razors, I ran home crying and I got so upset I decided to use them." I cried just remembering all the hateful things they had said to me.
"I'm so sorry." she cried.
"Wow...that's horrible." that damn raspy-husky voice.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I yelled.
"Because I came to invite you guys to the party tonight." he replied.
"We should go!!!" Emily yelled.
"Uhm..... I don't think it's a good idea." I replied.
"Come on, I will keep Harry away from you." she begged.
"It's not him..... it's just bad memories." I sighed.
"Wow, you must have had a rough life." she said.
"Worse than you'd think," I sighed "But I'll go." I fake smiled.
"Yay, perfect!!!" she laughed.
"So babe you're going?" Curly asked.
"Don't call me babe, only my boyfriends can, and you're not my damn boyfriend!" I laughed.
"Oh but soon...." he sighed.
"Uh no, never in a million years!" I sighed back.
I hate Harry Styles.