"Shit, shit." Running around the corner, knocking myself into Louis. Both of us falling to the floor as he laughs. "Take me in a date first Styles."
"Styles!" He laughs. Their footsteps getting closer. "Doesn't sound as pretty when they say it." I tap his nose. Jumping up to carry on running. "You're dead, Styles!"
"If you need to find me, call round to your mothers, I'll be the one on the bottom!" Tripping over my foot, I watched Louis stare at me with the biggest smile.
My heart almost fell to my feet, my face was warm and I could barely fight my smile.
"Run you idiot!" He yells. They weren't as far from me as last time. I'd almost ran into the wall trying to get away from them. "Wait! I'm sorry! We can work this out! I'll pay you!"
Running into the deans office, I watched stare at me wide eyed. "Harry. You okay honey?"
"Nope. I think I'm gay-" I smack my hands over my face, screaming as long as I could mange. "Right, uhm- well, that's, that's good. No?" Throwing myself into the floor, I watched Louis make his way in.
Watching my tantrum with a stupid ass smile. "Hi Diana." She waves at him. "Hi Louis. Could you please call the nurse I think he's having a heart attack."
"He'll be fine." He waves it off, I lay flat on the floor. "Dai, I need a job." I mumbled. "I can get you a job if you need honey. There's a diner that needs a cook."
"Can I fry myself to death there?" She pouts. "I'm unsure. I'll ask for you if you like." I nod slowly. "This is very out of character for you Harry, why the meltdown?"
"Fuck you Louis, don't talk to me." He tuts. I was screaming and rolling around. I felt like I'd just had some kind of aneurism. "Harry, honey I think you're gonna be fine."
"Oh, no he's screwed. He just glitter bombed the football team." She lets out a cackle. "That's not funny. I could have you in a lot of trouble."
"Do it. Put me out of my misery." The door flings open. Tyler rushing in making me stop almost immediately. "What the fuck are you doing on the floor?"
"Your mother you stupid fucking cunt." Louis kicks me gently. "Harry. Stop."
I thought about it for approximately three seconds, wrapping my legs around Tyler's, flinging him only to have him land right on me. "Ow, really?" He looks down at me. "I was bored and alone."
"Okay I got off- the phone with um, with Adam and he said the jobs yours if you can make him food that's edible." Should be easy enough. "I can do that- Tyler! That's my dick! Get off me!"
"I was trying. I came in here because I saw you run in here and I needed to know if any of you have seen Hero." I stand up from the floor. Poking Louis in the sides watching him jump forward. "No. I think she's making clothes."
"What?" He frowns. "She's sewing and shit. She's making clothes."
"Since when does she make clothes?" Louis asked. "Since always. Where do you think all her cool clothes come from?"
"I thought she was just rich." Louis nods in agreement. "No. Literally the opposite. That's why she makes all her clothes. She buys second hand and then remakes them."
"Oh.. wouldn't that be more expensive?" Louis frowns. "No she did the maths on it. It's cheaper- she can do maths and the fact that you're both shocked at that is ridiculous. She's got the second highest grades in three states."
"I feel like I don't even know her- how do you even know all of this? You never listen to anything anybody says."
"No but I listen to Hero. She's an only child, she got here with a scholarship, she works at some animal shelter on 6th street. Every item of clothing she owns she made. She's a terrible cook and her biggest dream is to play drums in a band." Diana was smiling. "It's like I don't know who I'm friends with."
