An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 17! xx :)

Obviously I told him what had happened. He was sympathetic, as I'd expected. He was supportive, as I'd expected. He was something else though, something was bothering him, and I honestly couldnt figure out what it was. Yes, I can't read minds but usually, I knew if something was wrong and if not that I could at least give it a pretty accurate guess. But now i was seriously stuck until the point where natural instincts kicked in.

"Right, what's wrong with you?" I asked stopping half way along the pavement.

"What?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he turned around.

"Somethings bugging you." I said crossing my arms, refusing to catch up with him. He groaned and walked back over to me.

"Look, I'm fine, the main priority right now, in my eyes is you." I very nearly blushed when he said, and mentally scolded myself, I do not blush around Harry.

"Harry. The last thing I want to talk about is my problems. Please, whats wrong?" I asked him, suddenly turning serious at the fact that he didn't sound keen on telling his best friend what was bothering him. He scratched his neck and shifted awkwardly on his feet. He made that 'pfffffft' sound people make when the sound irratated about something.

"Ok. I didn't really want to bring it up but I just..." He trailed of, looking away from me.

"Just what?" I asked nervously, he told me everything, so this had to be pretty damn big.

"Yesterday. Did I...do something...or were....?" I froze then, I for whatever reason had manged to convince myself that he wouldnt bring up the awkward situation we'd had. Then i blamed myself for forcing him to tell me.

"No." I insisted hoping we'd leave it there.

"Right...but something bothered you then?" He clearly didn't believe me. I hardly blamed him, i was a terrible liar and i never looked at him properly when i was hiding something, right now i was gazing at a stone.

"Pippa."

I glanced upwards for a moment and unfortunatley caught his eyes on mine, now it was impossible to even consider looking down. I made a 'Mmmm.' sound so he knew i was paying attention.

"What made you run into your house yesterday?"

"Oh God, did i actually run?!" I asked completely startled by the fact.

"Yeah.."

"Bugger." I cursed, running my hand through my hair, I actually ran away from him? No wonder he thought something was up.

"Pippa. Tell me." He said sternly, refusing to look anywhere but my eyes.

"You kissed my forehead." I said flatly and finally managed to look away from him, I spotted Abbi by the gate and called over to her before leaving Harry to stand there looking at the air where my face once was.

I walked to our temperary form with Abbi, avoiding her questions about why i wasn't with Harry, i just said he wanted to talk to one of his mates about something, luckily she didn't know me well enough to object to my lies. We walked into room 4a, it was a room where special need people went usually but yeah we were borrowing i guess. I hurridly sent Luke a text just check on Mum, he replied with 'Still asleep, dont worry ok?' So i took his advice and sat at the back of the room next to Abbi.

Harry walked in the room right before a teacher did, he walked over to the table where i was sat and sat opposite. I frowned, i'd hoped he'd avoid me..apparently not.

"Ok, everyone I'm Mr Blackfield, I will be your teacher for the next few weeks, now instead of moving to different rooms for every lesson we will have all of our lessons in here, like you did in Primary school." He droaned on about where we could go and other stuff, took the register and started a Maths lesson, i hated Maths...so this day only got better.

"Pst...Pippa, what have you got for number five?" Abbi whispered elbowing me gently. I glanced down at my book and looked at her apologeticly.

"I'm on number two.." I mumbled, like i said i hated maths. She widedned her eyes at me and nodded towards her answer for the question i was pretending to be stuck on.

"Thanks." I whispered, scribbling down her answer, along with the next two questions. I focused on number five, but my brain wouldnt put two and two together, i couldnt figure it out. Abbi stood up and said something about needing the loo. So i was left alone on a table with Harry, i pretended to be deep in mathmatical thought so he wouldnt talk to me. He nudged my leg with his foot, i continued to look down. He nudged me again, i looked down. Nudge, look, nudge, look, nudge, look, nudge look. He wacked my elbow from underneath my chin, suddenly my face became in contact with the desk at an an alarmingly painful rate. I yelped out in pain, causing Mr Blackfield to look up from his laptop.

"Everything alright over there?" He asked questioningly.

"No!" I yelped, bending over and clutching my head in agony. I heard a chair move and footsteps approach me.

"What's wrong Pippa?" He murmed quietly to avoid any more disturbance.

"I slipped and hit the table." I lied, now feeling close to tears. He told me to go to the medical room and explain to the nurse too. I steadily stood up and walked slowly out of the room, I looked back through the small window in the door and noticed Harry's face staring after me looking incredibly guilty. The medical room was next door thankfully and i walked inside, nearly walking straight into a small plump woman with rosey cheeks, a very sterio typical school nurse.

"Oh my! Sorry darlin...My god whats happened to you?" She exclaimed sitting me down on the bed, i told her i'd slipped and she quickly got me an icepack, pressing it against my head. I gasped feeling a throbbing pain in my head building stronger.

"Well, you've really knocked that, lie down." She instructed, helping me back. I lay back, closing my eyes with the chill resting on my head. I drifted slightly, more going light headed than falling asleep.

"Pippa, hey Pip come on?" I squnited, trying to put the voice to a face. I pulled the ice from my head, and slowly sat up. My vision became clear and I jumped of the bed instanty.

"Mum?" I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

"Looks like were all in the wars huh?" She mumbled into my hair. I pulled her back and looked at her, coloured cheeks, smiling. She was ok. I beamed at her happily.

"Do you feel better?" I asked feeling her forehead, she swatted my hand away.

"Yes, i woke up about half an hour ago, I've showered, eaten, taken asprin and some other medication thats meant to be good for stuff like this." She said, feeling my forehead instead.

"You look bad now not me!" She chuckled, sitting me back down. She put my bag and coat on the bed next to me.

"Come on, I've spoken to Mr Blackfield is it? Anyway, you're going home. I've sighned you out so come on let's go." She took my bag and coat and within ten minuets we were home again, and I was sent to the sofa. The house was covered in balloons and banners, the table had party food on and champagne, and in pride of place was the cake.

"Honestly Pippa, what are you like?" Luke asked chuckling at me.

"My head hurts, go away." I mumbled throwing a pillow at him. He laughed at me again and handed me a paracetamol and water. Mum suddenly ran in the room, her smile spreading from ear to ear.

"Mum?" I asked frowning at her.

"Paris has been discharged early!" She chirped happily, I smiled hugely and I heard Luke gasp too, we all headed towards the door as quickly as we could.

THANK YOU AGAIN TO EVERYONE READING, JUST LIKE TO SAY THAT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A LOT MORE INTERESTING! COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS!:D