Hopeless

Fourteen: School trip

Tuesday:

I basically didnt move from bed all of Sunday and skipped monday, I just felt meh... I tried to text harry but he wasnt replying, I redyed my hair being tired of the light colours going to a jet black which I didnt love but it is what it is. I had a school trip,which was the only reason I was going into school, we were going to the national gallery in London and I was late meaning I was running through the crowded halls, we needed to meet before hand in the art room before going out to the coach

"I'm here" I say out of breath getting to art, my hands resting on my knees as I am trying to catch my breath
"Full house, let's go" miss Clark walked everyone out the room and I followed everyone at the back slowly catching my breath, I take my seat and grab my headphones knowing nobody would sit next to me

As we were about to pull off but the doors reopened and someone else gets on feeling the seat next to me move and a backpack put by my feet. It was harry.
"Hey" I say lowly, he nodded "I'm sorry for snapping" if this doesnt work I dont know what will "it had been... a strange night" i admitted, my shoulder starting to heal
"Its okay" his voice was quiet and raspy, he picked up his bag handing me a cold can of the green ultra monster making me smile "thought it would cheer you up" he said coldly, like he didnt know how to show true affection? "I was going to get you the loco one but it had passionfruit in it"
"Thank you," I smiled, opening it and taking the first sip "today is going to drag like a bitch"

I must had nodded off because I wake up as we come to a stop
"Half way point" harry commented, I lifted my head off his shoulder not realising I even put it there in the first place
"Hop up, I want to stretch my legs" i say groggy, we get off the bus and I stretch out "I'm gonna get some lunch, want anything?"
"No thanks" he pulled out a cigarette lighting it and stretching slightly too, I nod and walk off .i grab a sandwich and a bottle of water hesitating before grabbing harry a sandwich I think hed like, paying and heading back out to harry

"Here" I hold out the sandwich, he just gave me a why look but I just hold it out further for him, we sit on the curb as we eat not talking much

. . .

The energy was still off between me and harry, as we walked around the gallery but he stayied close to me as we walked around. We went out for smoke break while everyone else was being shown some blah blah whatever
"What's that" harry frowns going to move my jacket assuming to look at the very irritated cigarette burn on my collar bone but I step back
"Nothing its fine" i step back, pulling my jacket close to me
"For christ sake will you stop saying its nothing, something happened I'm not stupid ivy" he snapped but not in anger

I never realized how strange it is for harry to say my name, I said his name alot but it kinda hit me that he never says mine, "I'm sorry I didnt want to raise my voice" he sighs gripping the bridge of his nose squeezing his eyes closed
"Its okay... I got into an altercation with one of the bands singers, I sorted it"
"May I?" He asked catching me off gaurd a little, I nodded, He moved my jacket and tshirt seeing the burn
"It bled like a bitch" i tried to make light of the situation

"Who" he said bluntly. He was pissed
"Just-"
"A name" it's like something switched
"Daniel jenson" I say quietly, he took a drag from his cigarette and nodded several times, looking at the floor thinking "dont do anything" was all I could think of to say, he doesn't respond which does not fill me with confidence

We got some free time to walk around London a little meeting back at the museum at 4, we wondered out way down a cobble street and found a cafe to warm up in and have a coffee because I was so tired after all the walking
"Go sit, I've got this one" I say nudging harry
"No, I've got it, you me a sandwich earlier" hes so stubborn so I dont argue it, going to find a table against a wall or a something