Pretending. [H. S.]

Chapter Seven

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Harry's POV

I grab my stuff from my locker that I need for my homework and slam my locker shut.

I take a deep breath,  trying to calm myself but I just won't calm down.

"Fuck!", I yell,  punching the locker with one of my clenched fists and hit my bag against someone else's locker with the other.

Tears of anger fill my eyes - is it tears of anger,  really, or of hurt?

"Dude,  you okay?", I hear someone ask. I don't recognize the voice immediately. When I look up, I see Zac standing there,  his hands buried in the pockets of his damn blue jeans.

"Fuck off", I grunt without looking at him any longer and leave the school even faster than I leave it on the last day of school before summer break.

I can feel his stare in my back and it takes every single part of me not to turn around and punch the hell out of him because I know he likes Rose and she thinks he's hot. And also,  because  we all know who's the real asshole here. Or maybe Rose doesn't.

Or maybe no one but Zayn and I fucking knows. I let out an angry groan and start walking the direction of my home.

"Harry,  where are you going?", someone suddenly yells. Zayn. Great.

"Home!", I yell back.

I hear him laugh humorless and the next second,  I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Couldn't have guessed,  smart-ass", he says and it makes me want to punch something even more.

I keep walking,  knowing that if I don't,  someone will get hurt. Those damn issues haunting me everywhere I go.

"Dude." Now there's confusion in Zayn's voice.

And I can't hold it inside anymore. I turn around and shoot him a glare,  making a move with my hand that - if he hadn't stepped back - would have hit him right  in the face.

"Just fuck off, man, it's not that hard!" My cheeks are burning. I realize I haven't been this mad in a long while,  which is why I totally understand the surprised and shocked look in Zayn's eyes. He stands completely still.

"C'mon, get lost", I say again,  my voice sounding a lot weaker than I intend for it to sound. I hate being weak.

Zayn doesn't move,  he just keeps staring at me in silence.

"I said get the fuck lost!", I yell,  punching the thing that is closest to me - which ends up being a damn tree. I can feel a warm liquid on my skin but I don't care.

He  raises one eyebrow at  me. "I'll give you a ride."

"No need to get one,  thanks", I say coldly.

He cautiously puts one hand onto my shoulder and searches for my look. A frown shows on his forehead. "What is wrong with you,  man?"

I stare at him,  listing all the pros and cons of telling him or not telling him. Finally,  I decide to.

"She said I'm not worth it,  man", I cry desperately,  closing my eyes. I run my hand through my hair angrily.

The frown gets deeper. "Rose?"

"Yeah." I bite my lip anxiously. "She saw me kiss that chick... Mel... Melin... Melanie!", I whisper,  staring at the ground. "She said I'm not worth it."

Zayn pops his lips,  then pats me on the back. "Come on,  mate, we're gonna grab some beer and then you tell me why you kissed Melanie while watching The Notebook or somethin'."