CHAPTER 25
The whole day I stayed in my room just staring at the ceiling and thinking.
I kept my door locked so my parents wouldn't walk in on me and then start bombarding me with questions.
Carry asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her, maybe it would get my mind off of things, but I had said no.
I didn't want to risk seeing the boys there or anyone else. I hadn't spoken to Chelsea since she blew up at me yesterday.
She normally would text me in the morning saying like 'Wake up brat' or something.
She wasn't calling me a brat as an insult, but it was just a thing we called each other.
She didn't text me that morning. I thought about listening to some music right now, it would help my mood.
Maybe if I listened to Ed Sheeran or something, he always calmed me down. I sighed feeling a little better and I sat up, about to go get my iPod, when I remembered my mom took it from me.
I groaned feeling worse then before. I grabbed a pillow behind me and buried my face in it before letting out a scream. I looked up and stared at my wall.
Why me? That's all I had to ask. Why didn't I act earlier? Why did I wait until Harry was at his breaking point to finally tell him?
I did the same thing on Sunday. Carry texted me again that day and asked me if I wanted to hang out, but I told her I just needed some alone time.
Carry, being the nice person she is, understood. I remembered I still had homework to finish and I grew even more annoyed.
Around ten o'clock (in the morning) I threw my legs over the side of my bed and dragged myself over to my desk.
I pulled out my English homework and stared at the paper before finally starting.
It took me about two hours to finish all of my homework and I still felt like a piece of crap.
I sighed and walked back over to my bed before falling on top of it. My phone buzzed and I looked over to see a new text message from Carry.
Check your Facebook page, very bad
I frowned, but got back up and walked over to my laptop and pulled up Facebook.
I scrolled through my page and didn't see anything bad. I frowned, but then my eyes landed on something Hailey posted on my page.
Anyone else hear that Rosie's the mystery girl? What a bitch, letting her friend go through all of that
I just shook my head. I wasn't going to let her get to my head. I got up and was about to slump back over to my bed when I froze.
How did she know I was the mystery girl? I quickly sat down and messaged her back.
How do you know I'm the mystery girl?
I waited for a reply and just stared at the screen, my eyes burned from keeping them open without blinking for so long, but I needed to know.
She replied and I jumped on it.
A little birdy told me
I frowned. That didn't help me at all, the only people who knew I was the mystery girl were Carry, Chelsea, and Harry.
I'm pretty sure none of them would've told her. I just rolled my eyes and logged out before closing my laptop. I wasn't going to let Hailey get to me.
The next morning I groaned when I realized I had to go to school. I was feeling like absolute shit today.
There was a sickening feeling in my stomach. Not like throw up, but I think I was scared. Scared to face Harry and see what his reaction was.
I was really hoping Carry was right and that Harry just needed some time to think about it.
Maybe he would pretend none of this happened and go back to his normal self. I highly doubt that, but I can hope can't I?
I felt my heart beat faster and faster as I approached the school.
The morning air was crisp and the dew from the trees dripped down on me, but I didn't even flinch. I was too focused on the school ahead of me. I stopped before I walked up the parking lot.
Kids were climbing out of their cars or their friends' and walking up the steps together. I saw Hailey and her little 'group' behind her.
They would sit on the stairs in front of the school and watch everyone go by, judging each and every one of them.
I took a shaky breath and glanced over to the corner.
I saw Louis wave good-bye to the other lads as they climbed out of the car.
Then Paul drove him away. I watched the boys as they walked up to the front steps. Harry was finally comging back to school today, but he didn't look himself. Hailey said something to Harry and she smiled at him.
He just stared at her then walked up the steps and into the school with Liam, Niall, and Zayn following behind him.
I looked over again and saw Chelsea walk into the school. Hailey just watched her go in, but didn't say anything.
Knowing Carry, she was probably already in the school, she was never late. I took a deep breath. I'd have to go in sooner or later right?
I was trying to think of a way to avoid Hailey and her crew.
I looked over towards the direction of the backstage door and thought about going in through there, but then I realized that it would look suspicious if I just walked out of the auditorium into the crowd of students going to their lockers.
I sighed and walked right up to the steps. I didn't even give Hailey a second glance, but I felt their eyes on me.
I was about to go inside when Hailey called my name making me curse under my breath.
I turned around and gave her a look.
"I don't have time for your games Hailey," I muttered. She gave me a smug look and stood up. Before she could say anything I quickly walked inside the school not wanting hear her stupid remarks.
As soon as I walked into the school all eyes went on me. I stopped and looked around feeling very insecure with everyone looking at me.
I quickly walked towards my locker. Chelsea's locker is right next to mine and I walked up next to her. She froze and turned towards me.
"Hey," I said. She didn't respond. I looked at her confused. She was giving me a glare. "So you finally told Harry?" she asked. "How did you know?" I asked.
She scoffed and looked around as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The whole fucking school knows," she said. I frowned and narrowed my eyes.
"How does everyone know! I only told....Harry," I suddenly came to realization. I slammed my locker shut and stormed down the hallway not even caring from all of the stares I was getting.
I saw Harry leaning against his locker while Niall and Liam were chatting away next to him and Zayn was laughing at something Niall had said. I walked right up to Harry.
"We need to talk," I said. Niall, Liam, and Zayn grew quiet when they saw me. Harry looked up slowly and narrowed his eyes.
"We have nothing to talk about mystery girl," he sneered when he said mystery girl. I bit my lip and glared at him.
"Harry I didn't want to hurt you," I said. "Well you did," he said. I frowned. "Let me finish," I said. Niall, Liam, and Zayn had walked away by now and it was just me and Harry.
"But you didn't have to tell the whole school!" I said. He rolled his eyes and pushed past me.
"I thought I told you to never speak to me again," he said. I felt the tears well up again in my eyes.
He looked at me and I swear I saw sympathy flash in his eyes, but he turned away and quickly ran off to find the others.
Throughout the day I noticed Harry wasn't receiving the hate anymore, but I was. He made the story seem like I was the bad guy which I guess I was.
All throughout the day people started calling me a cold-hearted bitch. Chelsea wouldn't talk to me. Everytime I tried, she rolled her eyes and walked away.
In biology I sat down next to Liam. He didn't say a word to me. I sighed and just paid attention to the class, which Liam and I normally never did.
We'd normally talk in hushed voices since we were in the back, and point out all of the hilarious things that Mrs. Peterson did.
In the middle of class Liam nudged me. I looked up at him.
"I'm not mad at you, you know," he whispered. I stared at him and searched for answers in his big brown eyes. Was he lying? I didn't think he was, he seemed sincere.
"Thank you," I whispered back. He smiled sadly at me and we both turned back to look at Mrs. Peterson only to be bored to death.