Chasing Dreams(H.S)

Chapter 4: Dark?

I went back to the classroom in search of Harry only to find it empty.I searched the hallways, the cafeteria,the gym, the storage rooms and even the janitors closets but there was no sign of Harry.Where could he possibly be gone?

He probably would be somewhere i least expect him to be because my mind could never catch up with the mysterious mind of his.

At this point i was literally desperate to find him.I tried to think of all the places where he could be but all that kept popping in my head were scenarios.
He could be killing someone in the basement or hooking up with someone in the restrooms or maybe even teaching Ms Jennifer a lesson for bossing him around or pushing someone off the roof or planning to set the building on fire.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, i undoubtedly was going crazy.
All humour aside, he really seems the type of guy to do such things and his dark personality was not helping prove otherwise.

I needed to find him.Our team needs him.

And with this thought occupying my mind, i started running towards all the places where he could have gone.I ran and ran; all i could see was the faint outline of disfigured surroundings.I ran, as if it was a race to finish, with a speed my smoking lungs could barely keep up with and something like an electric current carried adrenaline through out my hurtling body.
I started to feel a stirring excitement while I sprinted across from one empty classroom to another.

I frisked all the places but he was nowhere to be found.My eyes were desperately searching for one asshole of a man with chocolate locks and green eyes

Five more minutes of useless searching, and i gave up.I was completely out of breath as my body leaned so that my hands could meet my knees.I was a panting mess.My mouth felt parched as i gasped for air; my lungs hurting and my heart beating wildly.He must have left early because he definitely was not here.I will talk to him tomorrow and hopefully he will accept my offer.

My legs were throbbing badly and my knees were about to give up.I looked at my surroundings and spotted the library.I decided to go in there before i lose all my strength and fall to the floor.

The library was always 'my sort of place'.Its exceptionally large with so many magnificent books to offer.But nobody even knows or cares.It used to be popular when i was in grade 6th but then lots of study rooms were built around the building and they had desks and computers as well as mini laptops and couches and a small selection of books, and everybody preferred that to the library.A few people stayed back but the number kept shortening until it was just Zayn and i.Then the librarian quit and Zayn did too.But the school haven't thought to turn it into another room as they see the library as an 'extra room just in case'.I see it gratefully as my 'special hideout'.I dont know what i'd do if it suddenly became popular again but i am sure that wont happen.

I entered the library, finding it isolated as usual.I started heading towards my table.Well i call it my table because its somewhere in the back, out of sight, and well its peaceful and i always sit there.I come her and sit on my usual spot and read a book or jus let the silence engulf me in a comfortable bliss, soothing my strained mind and blocking the world out.Books had always been my escape from reality and by the entering someone else's life, to know about how the suffered, how they went through loads of shit, makes me feel better about mine and gives me a new kind of 'hope'.

I was heading towards my table when suddenly i heard a chuckle that made me jump.My heart was plummeting against my chest.

"Yeah dork, i won't hesitate to slice your throat." I looked around; my eyes searching for the owner of the raspy voice.My eyes widened as i saw none other than 'The Harry Styles' talking to someone over the phone.His back, that was rapidly rising was turned towards me.His muscles were tensed as he was calmly taking in breaths, out of anger it must be.