The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 49

JAS P.O.V.

I walk straight home, straight past my family into the kitchen before grabbing a carton of chocolate milk and making my way straight to my room.

Yes, yes I am in a mood.

My brain is corroded with thoughts, Harry thoughts and I don't know what to do.

Shay's advice did help, I guess.

But soon Niall got restless and it literally took me and Shay to do everything making sure he doesn't give Damon another busted nose.

I love them, the both of them really helped me out and I listened to what they had to say about it all but I still couldn't get the weight off my shoulders.

I slump down on my bed and take two huge gulps of the chilled milk before licking my milk moustache off.

Chocolate milk always helps me.

I get changed into my pyjamas which is a pair of white cotton shorts and pink vest top. I let out a exhausted sigh as I collapse onto my bed.

I soon find myself scrolling down my history of text messages.

I find Harry's name and tap on it.

*How we finish eachothers... ~Jas*

*Tacos ~Harry*

*It's sandwiches, loser! ~Jas*

*Tacos are better!! ~Harry*

*It's not even Tuesday ~Jas*

*Tacos are for any day ~Harry*

A smile spreads across my face and it almost feels foreign as I let out a little laugh.

Being with Harry just made the little things about my life a bit more brighter, it was literally like the atmosphere I was in was just more happier.

I miss him, I miss his laughs, his smile, his eyes, his dimples, his voice, his touch.

I wonder if he misses me?

Why would he?

I wonder if he's done his end of term test yet?

Did he pass?

Did we pass?

My questions are going to stay u answered if I stay like this.

I just need to talk to him, I need to tell him why I did what I did.

I need to tell him that I didn't mean it.

I grab my phone from across the bed and dial Harry's number, I gulp as I wait for him to answer.

Will he be mad at me?

The call goes to voice mail and I'm left wondering if he even bothered to answer because it was me calling.

No.

I'm not gonna let him do this!

I find myself pulling on my jacket as I run down the stairs nearly face planting at the bottom.

I don't know why I'm in such a rush it's probably because my thoughts can't keep up with what I'm about to do.

I'm going to go and find Harry and tell him, tell him how I feel.

How I feel about him.

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HARRY'S P.O.V.

The gloomy night doesn't compare to how gloomy and dull I've been lately. I decide to take a short cut to my house by strolling through the local park.