Fireproof

8 - Alcohol? - L

Being in creative writing with Harry was kinda weird. Whenever I wanted to look towards James - he asked us to call him by his first name - Harry was in my way. That's why I ended up looking at my notebook most of the time.

I didn't go to creative writing before this because I didn't want to take more courses than I needed. This semester was the first where I had some space to fill. But I was pretty thankful for it. I thought from the beginning that this must be a great experience  and it would be one,  even with Harry in here. I just had to look down the whole time. No problem for me. I made a lot of notes because I was really interested in what James said, which made this much easier.

On the same day, I met Charly and talked to hear about what happened at Zayn's place and about the party on friday. We discussed the first thing a bit and found a solution. She warned me that nights probably would get harder and I accepted that. I would have accepted way more to hurt my friends less. Then we talked about the party. It was surprisingly easy to convince her that I would be careful, but I guess she was just happy that I did something which included fun and people at the same time.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday morning, I nearly had everything together with Niall, one lecture with Zayn and Liam and a few alone. Luckily nothing more with Harry. But sadly the lecture I had with Ziam was really intense, so we couldn't include Zayn in Liam and my game and it looked like it could only be played on mondays.

Some lectures were okay to sit in. Interesting topics or my friends made them good. But in some, I just felt really uncomfortable. It was hard to listen to the professors. Once, I needed to go outside and walk a little before I came back. The nights were even worse. But lying there for a few hours and just listening to music with someone helped. On monday, Liam was there with me, on Tuesday Niall again and on Wednesday Zayn. After midnight, when they  left, it was still hard to get some rest, but it wasn't as hard as it had been some time ago. This mainly happened because  Jess helped me so much. I had seen her on Tuesday and Wednesday and we just talked, a lot. And like every other time, I felt much better after seeing her. And Charly helped as well, of course.

But then Thursday afternoon came where I had creative writing again. Not really again; while creative writing on monday mainly was theory in a large auditorium, on Thursday it was a smaller group in a smaller room and we also could get some experience. The professor was really great, but I couldn't completely enjoy it, because Harry sat infront of me again. There wasn't  much space between Harry and me as it had been on monday.

It was not only that Harry sat right infront of me, every time I looked up, the girl next to Harry stared at him way in a manner which was way too obvious. He was handsome, no question about it, but that wasn't a reason enough to look at him like he was a god or something.

James was showing us something on the blackboard, but the girl still had eyes only for Harry. Gross. I grimaced. I concentrated on James again and saw a smirk on his face. Did I miss something? Why did he smirk while talking about prose writings? But he continued without my being able to find out why he was smirking.  

At the end of the lesson he said: "I hope to see everyone of you in my creative writing theory course on Monday. I'll be giving you information for the projects we will start with on next Thursday. Everything you need to know for them will be told to you then. Have a good weekend!"

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"Do you know where my other shoe is?", Niall asked.

We were in Niall and Harry's room and everyone of us was a bit drunk, but I guess I was still the most sober. Harry, Liam and Zayn sat on Harry's bed and Niall and I on Niall's.