She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 1{The Darkness Inside}

HARLEY'S P.O.V

"Listen, Harley. I think you should go to school today, and not skip." Dayla said, winding her fingers into her hair nervously. I sighed, you would think one of them would get the clue I didn't like nor want to go to college. It had no fun for me, rather skipping school and spending days here in London is something I'd rather do. But, since my long gone father had one dying wish, that I attend school at the London University, I had too. 

"Oh please Dayla. You're not even in college yet. Neither is Victor. So both of you should shut up." I snapped, shrugging on my bag.

Dayla looked down, keeping her eyes trained to the carpet floor. She's always been the more mature person, the one to take care of us all. The again, she was the most shy. She couldn't direct orders if she tried, and she certainly couldn't tell me to go to school. I sighed once again, feeling bad about what I said. Ever since Dad left, I've basically been fending for the two of them - financially at least. I'd gotten a job, as a waitress at one of the more popular diners. It was a nice job, but I felt like the owners had only hired me because they felt pity on me. Dayla missed Dad so much, she tried her best to make us all do what he wanted. He was her favorite.

"Please?" She mumbled, finally meeting her chocolate eyes with mine. Not to mention, she also looked like Dad a lot. I didn't look like either of my parents, my mother had raven black hair and my father a chestnut brown. Instead of those normal colors, my hair was a deep red. Almost a color that is virtually gone out of existence. It was definitely rare, so therefore I didn't feel like dying it like most teenagers.

"Fine." I hissed, rushing out the door. Now, it may seem like I'm clearly snotty - I'm not if you get me on my good days. Just, I was fed up of meeting everyone's standards.

I rushed out of the door, huffing my way down the side walk to the university. I'm surprised they haven't kicked me out yet, seeing how I try to avoid school. People were up and down the street, it was Monday after all. 8:00 sharp, so it was bound to be very busy. My shoulders were aching when I neared the University, due to the fact people love to push me in the morning.

"Harley?" My math teacher questioned when I arrived in class just a little later than I had hoped for. This time, it wasn't my stalling. I had gotten lost on the 3rd floor.

"Uh yes?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He just waved his hand towards me, dismissing me to a random chair. I shuffled towards it, getting numerous glances. I don't remember choosing math as one of my subjects - I wasn't bad at it. Actually, I enjoyed it. It was one of the subjects I was good at.

The chair I sat in was also next to a rather, fit guy. He was my age, or older. He glanced at me casually, then focused on whatever the teacher was teaching. Okay, so he was not caring about whatever I was doing. I mean, all I was doing was getting out my notepad. He was pale, dark chocolate hair slightly spoofed up. He was indeed, extremely fit. But, it was odd. He didn't quite fit in with the crowd, but it was in a way where you wanted to know more about him.

"..now the variable a, if squared by the value 4.." I flipped through my notepad, understanding the math like how a kid would understand what candy is the best. Easy.

Every now and then, I would catch eyes with this mysterious boy, my eyes lingering a bit more than him. I didn't know what was up with me, but he was like a new toy in a daycare. Different, and definitely something you wanted to er, play with. (More like talk to.)

I was fiddling with my pen, when I noticed he was staring at me. My eyes caught with his- they were a normal blue. But, they seemed to almost not exactly fit with his features. I really didn't know hwo to explain it, but he seemed so out of place. They were a nice blue, but not his blue.