The Only Cure

Chapter 5

Harry's POV:

I already knew, i was late, but i thought she would wait for me, just like the other girls.

Hardly managing to remember her dorm number, I closed my eyes, trying to call it to my mind. After 5 seconds, an image of a door, on which the number "57" was written with bold letters, became satisfyingly lucid.

How i regard this college with disgust. The students are so nave, afraid of everything, and oh, so human. But, that lass, whom i would kill to know, was the utmost exception.

And, If you dislike the people, you dislike the place as well. To be utterly honest, my brain would never perceive the intended meaning and the value of these foolish drawings hung on the walls of these revolting hallways. Do they even consider this as art? I strongly believe that they should see the demoniac, black and dark, perfect pieces of art at our asylum.

"Everybody has a disparate way to see something; Someone's attachment is the other's aversion. "

A knock. Another. And another.

No sound of footsteps, no sound of the doorknob being twisted, not a single wave of sound.

"How could she leave? She promised me!" i yelled at the top of my lungs, receiving odd looks from the students around. Not being able to think of another way inorder to calm down my anger, i threw a punch on the wall, which made a rush of pain shoot through my body, from the very tip of my hair, to the very tip of my toes. It hurt so much. My knuckles were scraped against the hard wall, but it also felt relaxing, as applying cold water to a burning wound.

She doesn't know what she's doing.
She doesn't know what it means to mess with Harry Edward Styles.

Harry's phone buzzed, sending viberations to his thighs, causing extreme annoyance. To get rid of the feeling, he answered the phone in a blink of an eye, and the familiar, harsh voice filled his ears within seconds.

"Be at our place in five minutes."

Disobeying his master would be like committing suicide. Although their usual meeting spot was miles away, Harry had to be there.

Narnia's POV:

Emily and Niall insisted on accompanying me to my dorm.

The streets which were fulll of life just a couple of hours ago, were completely abandoned. The sound of my boots clicking against the ground was the only sound breaking the silence, which was somehow peaceful.
With every step i took, my concentration started to drift away from the reality, making the clicking sound fade away inchmeal. Wandering in my mind for a couple of minutes, not sure about on what to concentrate, it preferred a very strange topic to focus on, the robber. His strong arms, his tempting smell, his deep, british accen- STOP.
I shouldn't be fantasizing about a merciless robber, instead, i should help the others to catch him.

With a shake of head, i was brought back to the cold arms of reality.

"So, we can only see eachother on Fridays?" Emily said, saddness filling her voice, and her eyes as well.

I gestured a weak smile and rubbed her forearm as an attempt to comfort her, and said, "unfortunately, yes."

"Oh, cmo- " Niall was about to say something, but his ringtone broke in on his words, i could tell, he doesn't have a good taste in music. He raised his finger, a scowl drawn on his features.
"Just a second." He answered the phone and turned away.

Some people believe in the sixth sense. Well, i don't know if it was the sixth, the seventh, or the eighth sense, but i felt like something wasn't going to go as we expected.