The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 30- giggles

Once Louis had closed my bedroom door I fell back onto my bed. I was exhausted, that day was drama clad. First Louis, second Harry, third Louis giving me half an explanation (if you can call this a half) and then us making up. I was glad things were working out between us though, it was a nice way to finish a shitty day off with. Louis' presence was comforting, he made me laugh and smile without having to fake and think stuff through. Plus, truly knowing someone in this mysterious place helped me cope with the awful uncertainty and fear that place seemed to hold.

My head sunk down into my hands, a deep sigh escaping my mouth as my brain proceeded everything. I still had no idea where and when Harry was going to explain his motives whatsoever. Usually, I would try and come up with seemingly decent explanations to tame my wandering mind although now, I had absolutely no clue.

My head turned sharply at the sound of my phone buzzing. I scrabbled off the bed, grabbing my phone and opening the text. It was probably Louis since we made sure to exchange numbers before he left. My eyes widened.

From: Harry

Had some errands to run, i'll be back in a few days so try not to miss me too much. Thus, I'd like you to behave yourself while i'm gone and most importantly, I don't want to hear about you not eating. I'll check x

I rolled my eyes and considered ignoring the text until a brilliant idea babbled up in my mind. I could mess with him a bit, just for the fun of it.

To: Harry

And what if I don't? :P

I giggled mischievously as I hit send. That should be interesting.

My phone vibrated again and I swiftly clicked on the text. My mouth fell open.

From: Harry

Chances are you'll die. Plus, you need to learn the difference between telling and asking.

Me: Will you kill me for not eating properly?

Harry: No no no, starvation will.

Me: Phew, i'm relieved.

Harry: I wouldn't be. Starvation is one of the worst deaths a human being is ever to witness.

Me: that's some deep shit.

Harry: yeah whatever, i'm quite busy right now so we can discuss deaths later. Goodbye Gwendoll xx

Me: i'd pass, and don't call me Gwendoll

Harry: you don't like being called Gwendoll?

Me: no

Harry: why's that, may I ask?

Me: I don't know to be honest, that name makes me feel weird

Harry: interesting

Me: not really

Harry: that conversation is going no where

Me: you texted me first

Harry: right

Me: I made up with Louis btw

I had no idea why I was telling him this, I guess boredom took its toll. I knew he was as taken aback by my confession as I was because he hadn't replied right away.

Harry: that's great, what did he tell you?

Me: something like I should forgive him because he's the soundest cunt alive.. Was really touchy.