Twists & Turns (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 34- Summer

Chapter 34- Summer

Two weeks have gone by since Harry and I got in our fight. I only talked to him once since our fight and that was when I called my father the day I flew home. I talked to my dad about what happened and asked for any of his wise wisdom that he could give to me. Otherwise, I have been talking to Aunt Emily and Marie constantly. Aunt Emily and Marie know what's going on and they keep checking up on me constantly because of my fragile state and temper. They don't want me to mess up anything and they are concerned. I get it, but I need some space.

My father just said the same thing I told myself. I needed to cool down because my temper fires me up and I should say sorry to Harry sometime. My father also pointed out to me that Harry hasn't been the same since our fight and he was disappointed when I called because I didn't talk to him specifically. I did, but I didn't. I wouldn't have known what to say. It was hard enough to talk to him without dying inside. I have missed his voice even if I saw some snip-its of 1D-Day. I have missed the boys so I saw them on the live stream.

The phone call I made when I got home broke my heart. There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, but I didn't have the words to say to him. Since I couldn't do it on the mobile, I was going to do it in person when I saw him again. I wanted to say sorry and wanted to admit that I was a jealous girl because he put his arm around my best friend's waist. He thought I did something similar with Nate because we were talking in his pick-up truck.

I want to forgive him if he says sorry, but why should I? He didn't trust me when I told him the truth and he could've talked to me or Nate about it instead getting revenge. I understand that he is the jealous type and very protective of me, but I am able to handle myself. I know when I do something wrong or bloody stupid and I'm not afraid to admit I was wrong. To him, I may look like the bad guy because I started it, but I didn't do anything. Anyone can call me anything, but I don't lie, cheat, or steal. It's a part of my morals.

I decided to do something different when I got to Uni. I kept my head up as I walked to my classes and paid attention to my surroundings instead staring in a book and muttering sorry every time I run into someone. I saw different things that I never realized before. I heard the birds chirping and the guys being guys. I saw girls giggling and looking in my direction. They probably talking about me, but I didn't care because I kept a smile on my face and my head was held high while walking to my English Literature class.

I smiled when I saw Alexis walk in and sit next to me. "Hey." She whispered to me as she walked in before the bell rang and the professor called us to pay attention. Mr. Ward, stout middle-age man with a full beard, no hair to his head, ears pierced, and both arms covered in tattoos. "Previously, we were discussing about Great Gatsby. There was a quote that didn't get to define. 'Gatsby turned alright in the end; it was what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.' What is Fitzgerald trying to explain?" He asks. The class was silent, dead silent.

"No volunteers. Alright, Ms. Claysworth, what is he trying to explain about Gatsby?" He spoke to me. I don't usually speak up in class so I feel my voice in my throat. I was so nervous to answer the question and I knew the answer. Mr. Ward and I have had deep discussions of the books we have read so far this year. I think he wants me to break out of my shell and speak up for once. Am I ready to do this? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Everyone wants to be like Gatsby. Gatsby is living the American Dream and other men want to be like him and be able to live the dream." I explained.

I can't believe it. I actually spoke up this time. I haven't spoke up in a class in years and the few months that I have been here. A huge smile appears on my face and Mr. Ward is pleased with my answer and then talks about the book sections that we have read already. Lexi smiles at me and whispers to me, "You did great. I would have said the same thing." When the bell rings and Mr. Ward assigns the homework, I get up and I see Lexi pick her cello case. "I thought undergrads had to take this class." I asked her as she started to leave.