For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 6

Liam's POV

"Have you boys seen Harry all day?", I asked the 3 at lunch. It was the second day of school and so far, we haven't been into much trouble. But I haven't seen Hazza since last night at dinner.

The boys and I didn't all have the same class schedules, unfortunately. But all our classes started at 10 AM, so we all just walked to campus from the guest house all together. Except Harry, coz his start at 9. We only have one class together and that was Physical Education at 3 in the afternoon, it was the only class we had that lasted for 2 hours. I didn't think a music school still needed that subject though.

Niall and Zayn had their first class together at 10AM, and so did me and Lou. While Lou and Harry had Vocal lessons at 11. We all had free time from 12 noon to 2 in the afternoon though.

I looked at them as I took my seat across Zayn and Niall, beside Louis. They all just shrugged.

"He didn't turn up for the Vocal lessons class we had together. Disappointed a couple of girls too," joked Louis. Zayn laughed and high fived Lou. "Last time I saw him he was still in his room," said Zayn.

I let out a loud sigh and got up from my seat.

"Where are you going?", asked Niall. "Off to give Harry a piece of my mind." Louis shook his head the moment I let out my words. "Go easy on Harry, Liam. He is still adjusting and trying to get a hold of things." I couldn't help it. Whatever came over me I just rolled my eyes and stormed out the cafeteria and went straight to the guest house. I burst into Harry's room. He was lying in bed with only his boxers on and was sound asleep.

"Harry! Wake Up", I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Harry!". He slept all too soundly. I looked around the room for anything I could use to wake him up.

On his bedside table, I saw some of his fans had brought him flowers in a vase. I bet he didn't even notice them. I grabbed it, threw away the flowers and poured all the water directly on Harry's head. To be honest, I thought it wouldn't work. But his body snapped up the second the water touched his skin.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?!", he shouted, his hands up in the air.

"Stop slacking off and get to class, Harry." I said as calmly as I could.

"You could've ruined my hair Liam! Bloody Hell!"

He stood up and grabbed a towel to dry his hair. I rolled my eyes at how squirmish he'd suddenly become. "You haven't had a decent shower in days, Harry." He grunted.

"And let's face it," I added, "At least now you smell nicer."

I put the vase back on the bedside table and stomped out his room. I heard him grunt again and groan in anger. As I slipped out the door, he cursed me the loudest he could. That actually amused me.

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Harry's POV:

"Of all the nerve Liam!", I yelled again as he stomped his way out the room.  I threw the used towel over my bed and grabbed another one from the nearest chair and decided to just take a long, well-deserved lazy shower.

I already told them I didn't want to be here and they expect me to get up early in the morning and be excited for class?? Their so called 'guest house' makes my small London flat look like a mansion and the room they gave me here is a complete mess. And don't even get me started with the food they serve in here. No wonder those students were in a riot the day we arrived.

I went into the bathroom and bathed for who knows how long then dried off. I didn't really care if I was going to be late for class or whatever. I wrapped the towel around my waist as I walked across the room half naked to get to my trunk full of clothes. I hardly unpacked.

I pulled out a white v- neck t- shirt and a pair of jeans and some clean underwear then put them on. I didn't really mind dressing down for this lowly school. I sat back on the bed and pulled out a pair of black converse sneakers to use. 

When I got up to the mirror to fix my hair I suddenly noticed my satchel placed neatly on top of a couple of books with a note stuck right out just for me to see.

"Here's your class schedule, Harry. You forgot to get it from Liam last night after you stormed back to your bed after dinner. And Niall and I took the liberty of organizing your things for you already so you won't be in a fuss. Give the school a chance pal. See you in class! -Louis".

Louis and I haven't really talked much anymore. Yet he never really forgets to take care of me at all. I know I've been giving him and the rest of the boys a headache since all this started. But I couldn't seem to help it. I felt awful yelling at them and ignoring them really but, to tell you honestly, even I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

"It's time you go and find your way back to being yourself again Harry," I remember Simon saying just before the car left. I'm still me! Why does everybody keep saying I've changed?! What changed?! And if I have changed then why don't I feel like I did??

I shook off the awful thoughts and tried breathing in where I really was now.

I looked around and there was just no way I was going to sulk in here alone the entire day. I took the books, carried my satchel and looked at what class I was up next, Composition and Music Production 2pm. This was pathetic. We have people to do this for us! I'm a performer, not a lame old lyricist or DJ.  (Sigh) "Give the school a chance pal," Whatever. I'd rather be stuck in a dumb classroom full of people anyway than leave my body here in this ugly room to rot.

This was such a petty excuse for a school. I made my way out the door, shut it and searched for the room I was supposed to have been in 30 minutes ago.

This was going to be fun (-_-)