The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 29- faith

"To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible."

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My mind whirled as everybody's eyes were on me. I had obviously triggered something deep inside of Harry otherwise he wouldn't have stormed out of the room as if he were on fire. He had made me confused before, but never like this. All those intense eyes on me suddenly became overbearing, almost painful. I had to get out, to pull myself together as my vision became blurry. Nausea sparked in the pit of my stomach and I turned, quickly shooing my way out the same door Harry had just walked out a couple of minutes ago.

Yes, I was going to confront Louis later about that floral backstabbing, But not right now. As I stepped into "my" room, my thoughts racing in my head I slid down the door till my bottom hit the cold floor. The urge to hold my head heckled me and I found myself burying my aching head in my hands.

How could Louis do this to me? When did it start? I had known him for so long and used to tell him everything about my life, he was one of the only people I truly trusted. Yes, we hadn't really spent much time together lately due to school work and this bloody life being too stuffy, but I was still too naïve, giving him my full trust. Why was I so gullible?

And Harry, why was he always so ruthless? I thought everybody had at least a tiny spot of sympathy in them?

Before I knew it, a river of tears poured down my cheeks and multiple sobs were released from my shaky lips.

I hated my life, everybody was against me. I cringed as an image of my boyfriend throwing a party , me absent. Probably getting some with the school sluts... Did he even ask for a search team to go looking for me? What about my dad? Did he even care?

I continued sobbing into my hands when suddenly, I was distracted from my gradually increasing level of anxiety. Someone knocked on my door. I knew for a fact it wasn't Harry since he would just walk in not giving two shits if I was naked or didn't want his company whatsoever. Did I ever even want him to accompany me? Guess not.

"W-who's that?" I mentally face palmed myself for letting a chocked sob waver my voice. Where's the firm façade I had vowed to give off?

"Gwennie please open up." I recognised the voice as Louis'. It was laced with compassion. I let out a sarcastic, disappointed laugh at the irony.

"You're two faced, go away." I said the first thing that came to mind, I never thought I would've said that but I wanted him to just vanish. I wish he had never turned up here so I would've at least thought one person cared for me and wasn't pretending to.

"I'm not going anywhere till you let me explain." Louis' stubborn side took hold and I found myself half smiling. My face instantly contorted back to its monotonous shape when I reminded myself of the circumstances.

"Then you'll have to stay here for a while." I replied icily.

"Gwen."

"Louis."

"Gwen!"

"Louis!"

I could tell he was annoyed by my cold shoulder when a long sigh left his lips. There was a silence for a few seconds and when I finally thought he got the hint and left, he spoke.

"Gwennie, please just hear me out. You needn't give me an answer right away, just hear me out and take my words into consideration, okay?"

His words were desperate and just because I was well familiar with Louis' ways, and knew he indeed wouldn't leave until I opened the door I did just that. And to be honest, I was a curious girl. Louis was well acquainted with that and knew I would want an explanation. That's why he came.