It's coming to a close to my first week of school with none other than Harold Edward Styles and I'm surprised I actually survived it. The only part however that I haven't gotten used to was how he offered to drive me to and from school. 

By offered, I mean more like forced against my will. 

This is how is went down. 

"Grace you can't keep riding your skateboard to school everyday you will get run over" my dad says from the kitchen while Harry and I are working on hamlet questions in the living room.

"I've been riding my skateboard to school since freashman year, I'm fine. Besides, we live in a tiny suburban town not in the city, I'm less likely to get run over because there aren't as many cars" I say, paying most of my attention to hamlet. 

"Your dad has a point though Grace" Harry nods. "Mr. Winston I wouldn't mind taking her to school from now on" he says. 

"He doesn't want to! He's just joking!" I yell, nudging Harry to catch on,but he doesn't. 

"No I really wouldn't mind Gracie" he says smirking a little. 

"Well it's settled then. Harry will take you to and from school from now on" my dad smiles with his hands on his hips.

"Dad! I don't need a babysitter." I grunt, giving harry a dirty look. 

"He's not your babysitter, just extra protection" he says, walking back into the kitchen. 

And that was yesterday, so that means harry is picking me up today. Great.

I went upstairs and decided on a pair of leggings and a Rolling Stones Black crop top with white chucks and a red flannel. My hair was still wet from my shower and I decided to let it air dry instead of blow drying it and straightening it because I was lazy. So it started to dry in cute waves around my face. 

I ran downstairs and made myself a bagel, before I could eat it he honked from outside. I ran to the door with bagel in hand and grabbed my book bag. 

"Bye dad!" I said before running out the door. 

"Hurry up!" Harry chuckled in a teasing way. 

"We have almost an hour! Why are you here so early?" I asked while hopping in. 

"Well.." he trailed off with a light laugh and grabbed the other half of my bagel. 

"Hey!" I say sadly, as he takes a bite of it. 

"Well, I was thinking we could go grab some coffee before school ya know?" He says with the bagel still in his mouth. "Let's make it a thing" 

"A thing?" I question as he swallows. 

"Yeah" he shrugs, driving down the street. "We go get coffee or breakfast together every morning before school, that can be our thing" 

"But we already have a thing...you come to my house after school or I come to yours for our hamlet assignment" I cross my arms. 

Is he asking to spend more time with me?

"Well this can be another one of our things. To be fair I still owe you a million years of kindness after what I did to you" he looks over, sorry in his eyes. 

"So this is you apologizing?" I ask, looking down. To be honest, I didn't expect this, if he is. I have honestly appreciated his company the past few weeks but I don't want to quite admit that yet. 

"I don't know quite what this is" he says quietly, a hint of anger in his voice. "Take it or leave it Grace. Make up your mind" he growls. 

"Coffee won't hurt" I say quickly, not wanting an outburst from him. He turns down the street where the coffee shop is and parks the car. He opens his door abruptly, and I open mine. I hurry inside with Harry directly behind me. 

[Harry]

"So this is you apologizing?" She asks. 

Am I apologizing to her?

I'm not. Never. And she will never know why. She always assumed I bullied her for no reason, but I had a secret... one that she will never know. She hurt me, of course I would never admit that. I couldn't ever admit that, that I was...jealous. 

Zach Peterson. He's the one who started it. 

I was madly, rather foolishly, in love with Grace Winston all through elementary school. Of course I couldn't admit it, because my friends wouldn't want to be my friends anymore, she was a freak, and everyone knew it. She was different though, and no one saw it because they were selfish bastards. She was bright, brilliant, and charismatic; to be fair, she still is. 

Zach of course was the picture perfect Princeton brat. With his dress shirts, sweaters, and pressed dress pants. He liked her for the longest time, and I was jealous of what I wasn't. I wasn't clean cut or had rich parents; I was just harry, and I couldn't compete with him. 

So under the influence of my friends, at the time, I bullied her. I laughed in her face for all those times she made me a present, or got me a gift. It felt good to she her sad because of how sad I was, I was sad that I couldn't ever be with her. I knew Zach was better for her. 

After I hurt her, he picked her right back up. But she was still stupid enough to keep coming back. 

It's funny how when you are young how stupid you are. You think everything is perfect in one moment, but it's not. In the end you never get the girl, you may have her for one moment you think, but in the end she's gone. 

I know Zach knows I'm back, only in time he will come back for her. 

Sometimes I wish I didn't come back to New York, but I don't really have a choice. 

She won't know that secret either, no one will. 

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-Ily xx