Roommates [h.s]

Four

E d w a r d s

The walk to class was quiet as usual. My mind kept drifting off as Harry spoke to me. I was trying my best not to let my emotions get to me this morning only for the sake of myself and him. I didn't need Harry knowing about my inevitable feelings towards him.

He already had enough on his plate. His father was always calling him and complaining about God knows what. He'd need someone to hold him afterwards. It pained and sickened me in the worst way because his father was giving him shit over probably nonsense. Harry never really told me why his father was giving him hell, and I never bothered to pressure him into telling me because I knew Harry would eventually come around and tell me.

I just always wondered why Anne never butt into this. Didn't it occur to her that maybe his father was being a little too tough on him? It made me furious but of course I had to die down my anger because Anne was just like a second mother to me.

Harry and I's mothers were extremely close as we begin to grow up together. I remember when I was around six years old, leaving my house to see a little boy with curly wild hair and deep prominent dimples and wide green eyes with this huge backpack way too big for his body on his back, getting into a van and driving to school.

I also remember that same day seeing the same boy my age in my kindergarten class. At first he was quite shy and hard to talk to. When I learned he was from England, I instantly took a fonding of him because I'd always wanted to travel to England.

I knew we would be become the bestest of friends after I saw him clumsily trip over a wire and double over in laughter. He was my best friend since then.

Class felt like it was dragging as our professor continued to explain. Harry's fingers trailed over the top of my hand, tickling the skin, my mind only on the way his skin felt against mine.

I looked over to him and narrowed my eyes at him playfully. "Harry pay attention," I hissed quietly. He only grinned at me and smirked as he continued to trace delicate figures. I huffed and turned back to the teacher, a smile on my lips.

It was until a brunette with wide blue eyes and a soft smile walked in, her fingers trying to keep her bag strap onto her shoulder. She looked around till she faced the professor, smiling more widely. Our professor stopped her lesson and smiled unknowingly at the stranger. "May I help you, dear?"

"Uh, is this English class? I'm sorry I'm a transfer and lost my way," I scoffed to myself and turned my gaze to see Harry looking at her with curious eyes. His fingers had stopped their tracing and were in his lap. My throat tightened and my jaw clenched, turning away from his as well.

"Yes this is English class dear, and it's alright, you're still into the middle of the class take a seat," I muttered incoherent words to myself for no one to hear, narrowing my eyes and glaring them at the notebook in front of me.

"Vi, you okay?" Harry's quiet mumble made me soften my features and I just nodded. I knew making a big deal out of him eyeing the beautiful brunette was a little over the extent, but it hurt. It really did, because I was overly in love with him, and he was clueless. My heart beated erratically for him. And he didn't have a clue. I wouldn't blame him though. I'm nothing like her. She was flawless. Dark hair with big wide blue eyes and a smile that could charm anyone.

She had a shot at him.

I wouldn't be surprised if her personality was even more beautiful. Maybe Harry needed that. Maybe he needed someone amazing to take care of him. I was nothing more than a best friend to him, but it was alright. I could bare the pain as long as he's happy. I would never be selfish enough to take happiness from him.