For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 4.5

Harry's POV:

"Ugh," i grunted.

"I still can't believe we're doing this. It's pathetic, really."

"Loosen up,Harry," Louis said, patting my back. "Who knows? Maybe this little adventure might just surprise you," he added.

I could not possibly think of how an old school could surprise me.

"So let me get this straight, lads" Niall asked,"We're gonna live at the school?"

"Yes, they have a special guest house reserved for special guests and Simon has already arranged it all for our needs," answered Liam.

Pfft, as if it was really gonna suffice. When we got to the school, the dean greeted us immediately. I have to say it did surprise me that behind him were at least a dozen men wearing black suits.

And the fabric glass, probably bulletproof, gate walls were quite impressive too.

"Good Morning, boys. I'm Dean Clinton. Welcome to DAMA, one of the finest music schools in the nation." I groaned, "Of course it is," then put on my sun glasses. Louis hit me by the hand and Liam gave me the 'behave' stare. Whatever, Liam.

The dean blabbed on about a lot of things that made no sense to me at all. How old the school was, how many great artists came from here and studied here and practiced here.. blah blah blah. I only caught on when it was time for him to show us around the school. I just yawned half the time and Liam would give me a scolding stare along with it. This was so boring.

"Can I go to my room now?" i impatiently asked. "Harry!" Liam scowled. "It's no bother," said the Dean, "We'll be escorting you to the guest house just after i show you the school's cafeteria".

I laughed, "Oh good. Niall would love to know where that is," i joked. But no one seemed to be amused. Niall just shook his head and turned away from me. What? Now I can't joke around a bit??! Ugh!

When we got in the cafeteria, i expected people to scream, but instead we were welcomed w/ what almost seemed like a riot. When we got closer, the room fell silent and I saw what they were all circling around. It was a girl. She was curled up in fetal position on the floor covered in what looked like yogurt and honey.

I ran towards her, by instinct, i guess. And Louis followed. Murmurs filled the room as the Dean ordered the students out the cafeteria. I carried the girl in my arms. She wasn't crying, she never opened her eyes. But her face, the structure of it.

 It looked.. familiar.