Fireproof

11 - Emotions - H

Harry's pov

I was woken up by Niall playing something on the guitar. It was a sweet tune, probably something new he was working on. Murmuring a good morning, I slipped on fresh clothes, a pair of sneakers and headed into the new day. I had barely seen Louis all week and that was what I wanted today as well.

He was present during breakfast and I had hardly eaten anything so I couldn't leave as soon as he sat, like I had been doing since Saturday. It was Thursday now, the more tiring part of the week being over.

I managed to blissfully ignore him throughout breakfast, heading towards my first class which was psychology. I had it with Zayn, and he wasn't that great of a company because he was mostly of the observant type, but it was much better than being alone. Still no one had said a single word about the incident on last Friday. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal to them, but it certainly did matter to me. It was not like I had spent the entire weekend replaying everything that happened in my head.

Or maybe I did.

I made a few notes and doodled some cartoons on my notebook, exchanging glances with zayn every now and then. The class was rather quick, because I didn't let myself think. No thinking is good. Atleast that is what I believe. The next two lectures went by similarly.

The last one was creative writing, which I was least looking forward to. Because of Louis, or because of what he might say.

But this time, he didn't apologise, like he had been doing all week. He had apologized a few times, three to be exact, once before the class on Monday and twice in the corridors.

No, I had not been thinking about it all the time, certainly not.

The first time he apologized, there was a hint of sincerity and guilt in his eyes but it faded as his attempts increased. I had firmly told him that day to let it be, but apparently he didn't. I did appreciate his efforts though, but I wasn't going to give in, not so soon. Louis had this effect on me, his apologies left a weird feeling in my stomach. Something I was yet to decipher.

Today James was talking about some project which was going to be worth half our grade. This meant that it was definitely important. So I listened attentively, trying to focus on James and not Louis.

What is Louis doing to me!

"Okay so please pay attention to what I'm saying right now. You have to work on a project this term, which will be worth half your grade. You have to write flash fiction which is a medium of brief and enclosed stories. Its average word count ranges anywhere from five to 1,000 words, but you may extend it upto 1500 words. It isn't just a pared-down short story. Its focus isn't necessarily on plot or characters, though it should still have both. Instead, the emphasis is placed on movement: each sentence must peel back a new layer that wasn't visible at first"

"Each of the group has to choose an emotion and build a story around.
For example: happiness, jealousy, sadness, emptiness and the list goes on."

"And one more important thing would be that you will be working in pairs. Unfortunately, you cannot choose your partners. I have already decided that." Everyone groaned. 

"Please understand that this just a part of the process. Now I'm going to call out the names." He went on to call out several names, half of which I didn't recognize. But I could see the stress building on Louis' face. Maybe he was dreading the same thing I was. And then the inevitable happened.  

"Harry Styles, you will be pairing up with Louis Tomlinson"  and he went on. 

Now Louis and I had to pair up for this project. How incredible.