Bloody hell, mother of Mary!
I am so so so sorry guys! I've left you all waiting for almost two months! I am so sorry, I can't explain how sorry I am! The first week of this holiday I had to go to hospital (personal reasons), then I wasn't allowed access to my phone or internet for 3 weeks!
When I finally got my phone back my mum had booked a weekend holiday with her friend and her kids so I wasn't able to update then. Others times I either wasn't really in the mood for writing or my internet would freeze up so basically this holiday really hasn't gone to plan and it's been rather annoying because I've had so much lined up for you guys!
But I've put a reminder on my phone for every Wednesday now so no matter what you should (hopefully) get at least one update a week.
That said I am going back to school this week coming (on Thursday) so the first few weeks may be delayed due to getting into my school routine and homework but I promise after I've got that under control most of my attention will be on this book!
Okay, thank you all for being so patient and I honestly wouldn't mind you virtually killing me!
Okay well, HERE YOU GO
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
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Harry woke up with a shooting pain up his backside, he groaned in annoyance and rolled off the sofa with a thud before realising that wasn't the best of ideas due to already having an aching pain. He groaned before picking himself up, along with his phone. He tried to switch his phone on only to be greeted with the 'dead battery' symbol.
'Bloody IPhone's.' Harry grumbled before lazily walking into the kitchen and looking up at the look which hung above the table and chairs. 'Shit!' Harry exclaimed realising the time was 9:45am; he'd already missed all of first lesson and part of second lesson, by the time he'd got dressed and walked to school it'd be half way through first brake.
Harry ran up the stairs, skipping one step at a time only to trip at the stop. Harry shook his curls before going into his room and putting on a t-shirt and some skinny jeans. He knocked on his mums bedroom door, hoping she'd give him a lift only to be greeted with silence. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion -- normally his mum was a light sleeper. He popped his head around the door only to be greeted by his mums neat and tidy bed.
Harry groaned finally realising his mum never came home last night.
'I'll be home at eight.' Harry mimicked his mum from yesterday before feeling a little guilty. He shrugged it off before jogging down the stairs and out the door (after putting on his shoes)...
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Harry got to school just when he expected, half way through brake. He made it to his usual place, at the back of the field, hoping that Stan, Louis and Zayn weren't there to make his mood worse than what it already was. He wanted to thank Louis for helping him yesterday but he didn't want to do it around Stan and Zayn.
Harry felt insanely bad for being really late. He'd never been late, he was always an hour early at Cheshire but things had really changed since then.
Harry smiled to himself a little as he saw that the trio were nowhere to be seen and collapsed onto the grass. He rest his head on a tree trunk and shut his eyes, mentally reliving his Skype call with Nick.
*Flash Back*
'I love you Harry, more than anything; you know that right?' Nick told his boyfriend, a slight tint of love clearly showing in his voice. Harry blushed and nodded,
'And I you.' He replied,
'I can't wait until I can hold you in my arms again.' Nick sighed, 'I miss our cuddles and kisses.' Harry's bottom lip stuck out a little before he replied,
'Me to Nikki.' Both of the boys had sighed.
'You know what I miss the most?' Nick had said, Harry raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue....
*Flash back over*
After that Nick had gotten a little sexual, causing Harry to either blush, laugh or get horny.
Soon after Harry's thoughts of last night the bell went, signalling third lesson. Harry breathed in, waiting to be confronted about being two and a half hours late! He bit his lip before making it to Math.
Harry was slightly surprised when the teacher didn't ask why he'd not been in for the past two lessons; making Harry believe that the school's system was already worse than what he'd previously thought.
The next two lessons whizzed by and before Harry knew it, it was second brake. He went to his usual place hoping for the second time no one would approach him. Half way through brake, when Harry was contemplating who was hotter; Jensen Ackles or Zac Effron, he felt a presence sit next to him. He raised his eyebrows before looking beside him to see Louis, sat on his bum, knees in the air and feet on the ground.
'Erm, hi.' Louis said awkwardly, Harry bit his lip; not knowing what to say back.
'Hi.' Harry spoke quietly, there was silence for a moment; neither one of them talking to one another, allowing an awkward sense of air to settle around them. 'Erm, thanks for yesterday, you helped quite a bit...' Harry thanked Louis, looking at him. Louis clenched his teeth together before standing up,
'Oh shut up. I should've just let them kick your ass nerd.' He spat before walking off, leaving Harry stunned and confused.
Harry walked to his last lesson (Music) in silence, still confused about his encounter with Louis. He walked into the room before taking his seat and waiting for lesson to start.
'Oh Harry, thank goodness; you're in!' The teacher sighed in relief as she walked in. Harry smiled lightly but was slightly creped out by his teachers enthusiasm. 'How comes you weren't in earlier?'
'Err, late night.' Harry told her, she nodded,
'I bet, I'm guessing the girls where throwing themselves at you.' Harry was about to tell her that he was gay but she added 'Lucky girls.' Making some people snigger and Harry shudder.
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After a long hour of Harry's teacher undressing him with her eyes Harry eagerly ran out the room, running home; hoping he'd be able to talk to Nick again (they'd planned a Skype call for four and Harry was determined to make sure he was come to answer it).
As Harry got to his door he began to rummage in his pockets, looking for his keys.
'Shit.' Harry mumbled under his breath, realising that he'd forgot his keys and knowing his mum wasn't in. He rung the door bell, just in case, but (just like expected) there was no reply. Harry groaned before sitting on the step, deciding that he'd have to wait until his mum got back; hopefully that was soon...
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Okay, DONE !
Was it okay? I'm going to try and update again tomorrow, I'll write the chapter today and post it tomorrow.
You better feel lucky, I'm missing X-Factor to write this next chapter (I'm recording it though so it's all good ;P)!
Btw I haven't proof read this chapter yet, I just want to get this out for you guys! I'll most likely goanna do that today or tomorrow to.
XOXOXOXOX
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