Chapter 2 Harry's p.o.v

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I run till I meet the end of the hall. I skid to a halt and put my back to the wall and slide down to a sitting position. I bury my head in my hands and cry till my head hurts and I can cry no more. I sit there staring into the darkness of my hands, thinking about the situation. In the distance I hear footsteps and whistling. They come closer and closer till the whistling stops and person comes to a halt right in front of me. I look up to see Niall with a sympathetic smile on his face. "What's wrong mate?" He asks with his Irish accent."Is it 'cause I ate all the chicken wings? I can get some more Harry! " He chuckles at his own joke. It puts a smile on my face, but dissapers as fast as it came. I shake my head and cover my face with my hands. Niall squats down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I look at him, he is as serious as I've ever seen him. "We're on in 30, you might want to clean up." He stands back up and walks back the way he came, whistling an Irish tune. I get up and follow him, wiping the tears and snot off my face with a tissue I found in my pocket.


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