Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 14

Perry's Pov:

Sitting alone in the literature class is just too boring. I wonder why Zayn did not come today, generally he never misses college. Man! I'm missing him now. I regret not listening to him. What if he never talks to me again? I can't afford to lose friendships because of those stupid messages. Tracey threw me out of her house and misunderstood me. I never imagined something of that sort could've happened between the two to us! Everything has started with those messages!

Though I was feeling much better after taking those pills which Harry had given me earlier today, my mind couldn't stop going back to those unpleasant incidents that have been happening for a month now. I am not able to focus either on my studies or on my blooming relationship with Harry. Somehow things are going out of hand and I don't know what to do. I'm getting frequent panic attacks, but I don't think it would be wise to tell that to my mother considering that she is already very worried about aunt Taylor's surgery. Oh my God, I feel like fucking dying. Putting my head down on my desk, I start sobbing again.

Suddenly, my phone starts to vibrate, making me jump. Someday I will fucking break this device. I tap on the new message.

Blackmailer- 3rd floor, Music Room. You're going to get some solid proof. Hurry up!

Me- You have so many solid proves, right? Then why don't you just tell Tracey by yourself ? I don't fucking understand why are you texting me and providing me these proves against Tracey's boyfriend. It's not my relationship, it's Tracey's! Then why me? Why are you trying to turn my life into a damn hell? Why are you blackmailing me with the video tape? You are giving me these panic attacks!Why do I feel like I am losing friends? What serious crime have I done that I deserve this much of pain?

I see my teardrops topple over my phone screen. I hide my face into my hands and start crying, tremendously. The class has possibly ended. Some of my classmates surround my desk and start asking me various questions- "Perry did you fail your test?", "Hey Perry, did someone break your heart?", "Perry, did someone pass away?", "Are your parents getting divorced?"- I know all of them are just trying to help, but all these questions are providing me even stronger reasons to for which a person usually cries.

I always used to think that maybe a break-up or the death of some close person hurts the most, but that's not always true. I have never suffered all by myself. I never had any idea of what suffering felt like. After listening to Harry's story I had this vague idea about pain and suffering. But now I know, how painful it gets and how it kills you slowly but intensely.

I grab my bag and run out of the class, pushing past everyone. I guess I am losing myself. I run up the stairs and reach the third floor. I need space and at this time, the only vacant room would be the music room. I start searching for the music room but struggle, since I have never been there before.

Finally when I find the music room, I slowly open the door to find a mirror on my right side. I look into it and startle. I have never looked so sick. My eyes were bloodshot red, my breathing was rapid. My mascara was smeared all over my face.

Suddenly I hear voices from behind the curtains hanging in front of another door, inside the music room. That door was probably open. The rest of the room where I'm standing is empty. I move closer to the curtains and peek through it. My eyes go wide from what I stare at.

It was Liam, Tracey's boyfriend Liam. He was kissing that girl named Maya. My breath is becoming more rapid and my body is shaking. I feel like I am about to black-out any moment. Suddenly I feel a tight grip on my arm, as someone pulls me to the other side of the room.