"Amber! You're going to be late! Get your ass out of bed and get ready for school! Nicole is down here waiting patiently for you!", My very disrespectful mother hollars from downstairs, being inconsiderate to my fragile morning  ears.

I groan at her tactic to get me out of bed. Why can't she just come up here and gently shake my shoulder as a polite manner of waking me up?

As I slowly begin drifting back into my rudely interupted sleep, I hear obnoxiously loud footsteps nearing my room and my eyes fly wide open.

I speedily push myself up into a sitting position in my bed and surrender my hands up in the air as my mother is now standing in front of my door with a scolding glare.

"I'm up, I'm up!", I croak.

She lets her eyes roll and as I pull my warm body into the cold air of my room, her figure disappears from my door, and the footsteps fade.

When I'm completely stood, I stretch and reach my hands to my eyes and wipe at the sleep that had taken over them before.

My feet drag to my closet and I remove black ripped skinny jeans and a Ramones Tee. From the shoe rack underneath my enormous collection of clothes, I decide on black vans and bring the chosen items to my bed, laying them down and then I trudge to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

I grab a clean towel from the rack attached to the wall by the shower and lay it down on the sink counter. For a few minutes, I stare at my reflection and observe myself. My eyes are groggy still, shirt is pulled up some revealing a little peek of my stomach and my hair is messy, but surprisingly looks decent.

Once done noting how I look when I first wake up, I strip off my Rolling Stone night tee shirt, and my pajama bottoms and then lastly my panties.

I suddenly feel a cold whisp of air on my body and it causes my stomach to twist and my spine to shiver. Suddenly I crave warmth and quickly shuffle a few feet to the shower and push back the curtain, stepping in and repeating the action of closing as I'd opened it.

My fingers push against the icy faucet, pushing it up and I step back letting the cold water drizzle until it warms up. When the temperature is warm enough, I step under and let the toasty drops of sprinkles ignite my body fresh for the day.

A pleased hum escapes my throat as I tilt my head back and allow the water to fall onto my slowly awaking face.

The shower lasts not but 10 minutes and then I turn off the water. I pull the curain once again and enter my now wet body into the steamy open again.

My feet dance to the sink and I grab the unused towel and wrap it around my small figure. With one last glance at myself, I unlock the door and move into the winter of my house. Within a few seconds, I'm back in my room and grab my clothes for today. I wander to my dresser and pull out a clean white bra with white lacing on it and a white bow between the cups and clapse it on , then force my arms through the straps. I grab my panties next, pulling them on my now towel-less body. Next comes the ripped skinny jeans which I easily draw on by shoving my legs in each side. Lastly, the Ramones tee, which I tug over my head and thrust my arms into the sleeves.

All I had to worry about now was my hair. I pace calmly to the brick red wooden desk that sits against my wall and grab the magnifying round mirror that holds itself on a stand.

I choose the far out side and gaze at my hair to see that it looks fine the way it is, though it's damp. Yeah, I'll have to do something about that, my subconcious speaks in my mind.

To resolve the small issue, I jog back into the bathroom and grab the blow dryer from under the sink, plugging it in and turning it on the highest heat, waving it above my head at all angles in one hand and with the other, I run it through my hair, making sure I reach every spot so it's evenly dry.

After about 10 minutes, I feel that it's dry enough and the waves begin to look more volumous. For additional volume, I reach into the cabinet and take my mini mousse bottle and spray some into my hand, then I rub my hands in a circular motion together and run it through my hair, sort of pushing it up while doing so.

And after fixing the hair, I move onto my makeup and decide on a simple copperish bronze color, liquid eyeliner for my eyelid to create a small wing and the bottom water line, and my favorite mascara called Power Volume from Revlon.

When I finish applying my makeup, I leave the bathroom, and head straight back into my room. I stroll to my dresser and pull out a clean pair of black ankle length socks and slip on the vans and look around my room checking for my phone and then my eyes land on it on my night table, as well as my glasses.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I walk a few steps to the tiny box and retrieve my glasses, putting them on, feeling a coldness on my nose from the object not being on my face all night. Then I grab the phone and adjust my eyes.

My feet rush out of my room as I look at the time, 6:30 am. Shit, school starts at 7 and I live 15 minutes from the school. I hop down the stairs , sparing no more time and rapidly march to my bookbag and hang it over one of my shoulders with my phone in one of my hands and my other hand gripping the strap that lays on my now tense arm because of it weighing me down.

I spot Nicole and a bright grin expresses. Her expression is neutral, with a tint of impatience. I give her an apologetic stare and she nods, letting barely a smile graze her lips. Bingo.

"Okay mom, see you when you get home from work!"

A warm hearted smile lights up her features, "Okay, sweetie! Love you, and remember I work till 12:00 tonight so I'm going to leave you some money to order a pizza."

I nod in agreement and skip out the door with Nicole following behind. Her body not conveying as much enthusiasm as mine.

Once we're in her black tinted jeep, she pulls out of my driveway and we're off to the place where intelligent people are made. Well, some people.

The car drive is very entertaining as we have small chats back and forth and blast Linkin Park in the car.

"I don't understand how you can tolerate school so much Ambs, I mean it's not even just classes you have to deal with, it's those shit faces who just can't keep their damn mouth's shut.", Nicole coldly, with true hatred, says flatly.

A nonchalant sigh releases from my partially already parted lips and I rub a hand over my face, "I'm just used to it. Doesn't bother me anymore."

She grunts, "I think it's flat out wrong."

I bow my head in quiet agreement and the rest of the ride is silent after that small chatter.

We arrive to school surprisingly in just under 10 minutes. The awkward silence is broken by my comment, "Damn, Nic! Did you over go the speed limit?"

She chuckles and her tongue playfully pokes out at me. I respond with the repeating action.

I hold my phone right under my face and stare down at the screen, as I turn it on and the time appears, 6:45.

"We still have time."

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go in!", she excitedly squeals with glee. Bi polar much?

I shake my head at her unfathomable change of mood. Nicole scrambles around the car to reach me and she joins our arms together and locks them. Her feet begin to eagerly pace to the double doors and she yanks the left door open so hard that I'm surprised she didn't rip it from its hinges. 

 Sometimes I don't understand this chick. I laugh hysterically in my head while we enter the building and glide down the halls.

I receive a few dirty looks from some people, but I easily shrug them off and ignore the resentment and continue on down the hall with my best friend.

We almost arrive at our lockers which are not too far from eachother, only two or three apart, then he shows up.

He slowly makes his way towards us and my eyes meet his, a groan leaping from the back of my throat, and I change my gaze to one of boredom, showing him that I wasn't in the mood for any of his shit and that it wouldn't affect me at all. That didn't stop him from strolling his little ass over to us, though.

He's only a few feet away from me and a deceiving grin appears on his lips.

"Hey nerd.", he spits with bitter amusement.

I plaster a very fake smile onto my face and ignore him, attempting to go around him without breaking up mine and Nicole's interlocked arms. No such luck comes to our advantage though as he blocks me from circling past him.

"Hey dumbass, mind moving so we can get to our lockers?", his devilish expression changes and he turns his attention from me to Nicole.

"Shut up, slut.", he snaps with a glare.

She is unaffected by his efforts to scare her and her eyes roll back and her locked arm removes from mine and she replaces it to her hip where she stands her ground with a sassy expression.

Damn, I really admire this girl. She reads with a straight, unwavering countenance I have no time for bullshit.

"Listen here pretty boy. You are a fucking prick who has nothing better to do than pick on an innocent girl who's done you no wrong. Just back off and leave us the fuck alone you dick!", Nicole fires back with no hesitation.

My breath catches, shocked by her straight forward statement. Harry looks taken aback as well and for a second, there is a pained glint in his eyes, but it recovers quickly and his lips purse into a hard line.

His glare returns and he snarls at Nicole and turns in the opposite direction, pacing away from us.

I turn to her with wide eyes, "What the hell was that?"

Her expression softened as she turned to me and explained, "He's a dick and someone needs to tell him. Might as well of been me."

I furrow my eyebrows, still in awe, but push away the nagging question of what had just happened and resume to our lockers.

After removing our textbooks and binders that we needed for our first period, we departed with a short goodbye.

I sauntered down the hallway in the direction Harry stormed off and when I was at the end of the hall, I entered the last door on the right which was my first class of the day, Honors English Literature.

And guess who just happens to be in this class for first period, too. None other than Harry Styles.

I exhale an already exhausted breath and walk to the center of the room in the front and stalk down the aisle in which my seat is, right in front of him.

Once I get to my seat, I hear someone clear their throat and I look up into the eyes of the guilty.

He dismisses a smirk and reaveals an evil look in his eyes. Freaky.

I sit down as swiftly as I can and force my undivided surveillance to the front of the room where the teacher, Mr. Kandor, stood from his desk chair and stepped to the front center.

He greeted the class with a welcome back from the weekend and a good morning as everyone grunted with distate in response to his kind address.

With that aside, he began teaching a new lesson for the current week and my regard was on the lesson for the whole hour. Not even Harry's snarky comments distracted me.

Too bad, so sad.

I  was relieved though when the class was over because then I was able to move on the rest of the day without this irritable boy trying to disrupt me from what's important.

For the remainder of the day, the classes seemed to pass by in a breeze, possibly being the reasoning that Harry only has first period with me and lunch so I didn't have to tolerate his blatant negativity all day.

Lunch was a burden as well with Harry and his moron friends bugging the shit out of Nic and I. My relief was just increased when it was finally over and I could head back to my next class of the day, already being half way through most of them.

Nicole has three classes with me and lunch so I had the opportunity to see her quite often throughout the day. And conveniently, her and I shared the same last class, Honors Math.

By the last 15 minutes of class, I was completely worn down and unmotivated. My strength and enthusiasm had died and I was now ready to leave this place.

Luckily, the clock flew as the wind and sooner than later, Nicole and I were speedily racing down the halls, ready to escape this prison.

We managed to exit without having any run ins with Harry, thankfully. Our feet became steady and we treaded to her jeep and secured ourselves in.

About five minues after we'd left the school, Nicole spoke up for the first time, "I'm craving coffee. Want to stop at Cup O' Ccinos?"

My eyes light up in animation and I hastily dip my head up and down.

"Alright, coffee it is then!"

At the next corner, she takes a turn and then starts heading in the direction of the blissful cafe located right around many clothing shops.

In 10 minutes, we've arrived at our destination and I anxiously jump out of the vehile, slamming the door behind me and enter through the door to cute little coffee shop.

Nicole rushes in after me and gazes at me with an odd expression. I ignore it and skip to the order line and wait until it's my turn.

After the two people that had been in front of me ordered, it was mine and Nicole's turn.

I decide on a Peppermint Mocha Cappuccino with some whipped cream and Nicole orders a Pumpkin Spice Latte and a coffee cake muffin.

We grab a two seated table by the window once our orders have been taken and she talks about her brother who'd graduated high school last year and how he's developing in college, while waiting for our coffee.

It only takes 5 minutes and our items are brought out to us by a friendly looking waitress who politely sets my cappuccino down in front of me and Nicole's latte and muffin in front of her. The waitress stands with her hands by her side, showing off a warm smile and then she proceeds to the back of the cafe.

I sip on my toasty cappuccino and turn my gaze to Nicole.

"So, guess what?", she utters with a serious tone.

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A/N: This is the first Chapter of my Harry Styles fanfic inspired by 50 Shades of Grey! Enjoy!