I seriously didn't want to go to school the next day. I seriously didn't. I wanted to stay inside my bed be all comfortable and be happy, but no. I woke up to people around my bed just staring at me.
When I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes I looked up and the people were actually moving.
"What's going on?" One of them looked up. Louis. "What are you doing in my room?" "Umm, your sister wanted me to... umm." "Wait. Did you two--" "No! Please, no! We... just talked and..." He rubbed his head. "Did she want to borrow my pearl earrings?"
He nodded. "They're over there. Grab the smaller ones. The bigger ones are for me." He nodded and grabbed them. He went to the door and said, "I hope you don't really think this is--" "How can this be awkward? We aren't anywhere near friends."
I regretted saying that.
"Look, I really do hope that you don't take this the wrong way, but I really wanted you to get away from harry because I have feelings for you. I don't really have feelings for---"
My eyes cut him off. I was looking over his shoulder and it was my sister wrapped up in his soccer jacket. She looked cute it in because it was way to big for her, but she obviously had shorts and a shirt on.
She finally whimpered and said, "What are you saying?" She started to cry and I wanted to literally kill myself.
"Eleanor! Don't--" It was cut off by a door slam.
I heard foot steps in the hallway. I didn't have time to deal with more people. Someone came into my room. I didn't look up. I didn't want to.
"Hey." It was Harry.
He went over to where I was sitting. I didn't really want him to be with me right at this moment. He put his hand on my leg and said, "Look, I know times has been hard for you, but you have to live past them all. Ok? I mean look at me. I changed, but I'm still the same inside."
I looked at him and said, "People liked the old you better then the one you are now. I think it's time to stop impressing me and go back to the old you."
He looked at me and had hurt in his eyes. "Did Louis tell you to do this?" I shook my head. I cupped my hand on his cheek and said, "Look, I know this is hard for you, but this isn't you. You have to realize that."
He took my hand off of his cheek. He shook his head and said, "Something about you changed. This isn't you." He held me by the shoulders and said, "Who told you to do this if it wasn't Louis?"
"No one told me to do this. This is what I, myself, is thinking and saying. I'm being independent." "Well, stop because it isn't you. People change ok? This is who I changed to."
"Harry." "No! Stop!" He threw his hands in the air. "Harry." I started to cry. He didn't look at me. He knew that if he did he would be the one saying sorry.
"Please don't do this." He turned around and I looked up at him. He came up to me and kissed me deeply. After a while he was on top and one of his hands was in my hair and the other one on my hip bringing me closer to him.
He let go and said, "This is good bye."
He got up and left he room. I got up, but I didn't follow him. I just sat there in my bed heartbroken and miserable.
I drove up to school. After the incident that morning I couldn't really think of beauty. I did put makeup on so my eyes won't really be showing the puffiness from all the crying.
I went to my locker and Josie ran up to me and hugged me saying. "I just looked on Facebook and you and Harry's breakup is all over it!" I looked at her and her face changed.
"I thought you weren't really into--" I slammed my door and said, "You thought wrong."
I walked away but she grabbed me by the arm and turned me around. "What do you mean I thought wrong. Spencer don't tell that you--"
Harry barged into her shoulder and mumbled "Nerd." He glared at me with partially hurt eyes and said, "Spencer." I looked away from him and he bit his lip and looked away.
Josie looked back at me still having that strong grip on my arm. "Did you fall in love with him while you two were together? Please say no."
"I'm so sorry. I just can't help it."
I tried to walk again, but I turned and ran into Harry. I was so entangled with him that I wasn't sure where he was taking me. I heard a door close and Josie was trying to get in.
"Stay still. I'm not going to hurt you." I stop struggling and said, "I don't trust any of your words anymore."
I stepped away from him. I looked around and realized that I was in the janitor's closet. "Why does it always end in the janitor's closet? Why not an empty classroom or something like that."
"Classrooms have cameras." That made me uneasy on what he was going to do.
"Why are you worried about cameras?" He went up to me and kissed me. I wanted it to continue, but I pushed him away. I knew this was wrong. "Why are you kissing me? I thought that last kiss was--" "I know you still have feelings for me even after what I did to you. It took me a while, but that means a lot to me, but I really have to ask you this. Why do you still have feelings for me?"
I looked at him and then I realized I was staring at his lips. They were stern and straight. "I--" I looked up at him and he was yearning to find the answer. "I'm so sorry. I just can't control my heart's feelings for you."
He cupped his hands around my cheeks and kissed me again and this time I responded.
In the middle of it the bell rang. We split apart and looked at each other. "Harry?" "Yeah." "Can I ask you one favor?" "Anything."
He came up and hugged me and I said, "Please change back to how you use to dress. I actually did love the Rolling Stones. "I'll think about it."
That made me smile. He did argue about the fact that I wanted to Harry that bullied me back, but at the same time I missed that Harry. I liked this sweet Harry though.
"Harry." "Yes?" "Promise me to never change your sweetness though."
I looked up at him. I cupped both of my hands around his cheeks and I had to get on my tip toes to reach him, but I pecked his lips. We both smiled and he said, "I guess we will be known as the Good Girl that's dating the Bad Boy then." "I like that."
He kissed me deeply one more time then walked me to class. He hugged me and said, "I love you." I looked at him and said, "I love you more."