Harry's POV.
It was mid-afternoon; I could sense it. And once again, I knew I'd missed the majority of my lectures for the day. I groaned at the bright, white light of the sky peeking through my half-shut curtains; hauling my duvet over my head as I tried to suppress each and every one of my thoughts and emotions. But however long I slept, and however much I tried to keep my mind on other things, my mind refused to wander from Sophia and the events that unfolded last week. I was exhausted from restless nights and sluggish days, of which I often forgot to eat through my nausea.
"Harry, can I come in?" Louis' knuckles rapped on my bedroom door a few times before I heard him twist the handle. I kept my head beneath the duvet; tucked tightly between my elbows.
"Harry, you've got post" he continued, giving my shoulder a quick shake.
"Right" I mumbled, not overly enthused to resurface and check it.
"It's from Uni. You should open it." He said slightly worriedly.
"I will. Later." I grabbed my duvet at turned myself over, hoping that he'd get the hint that I wasn't in the mood and leave me alone. But he didn't. Instead, he proceeded to tear the envelope open himself, setting out a small sigh as he read the contents.
"Harry. This isn't great, mate."
"I really don't care right now, Lou." I huffed. But despite my protest, I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry and guilt from deep within the pit of my stomach.
"Harry, you need to go and see your tutor... To talk about your attendance- or lack of." I felt sick. Sick with every overwhelming emotion possible. And the worst thing was, I had no idea how to handle any of them. Heat began to rise to my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to continue ignoring everything that was going on around me right now. My fingers were restless; heart pounding beneath my rapidly moving chest. Suddenly, I threw the duvet from me, sitting bolt upright in my bed.
"Will you just get the fuck out!" I yelled, glaring directly into Louis' eyes.
"But-"
"Fuck off!" I yelled once more, pointing my finger towards the door.
He looked hurt as he looked into my eyes, fingers still clutching at the letter, before turning his back and walking swiftly away. The door shut with a sharp bang, which resonated in my ears for the next few moments. I dropped my head into my palms, massaging my temples softly as I thought about the letter... As I resented my heart for ruling my head for the first time in my life.
Sophia's P.O.V.
"So where to next?", Jenna asked as we strolled out of a shop, numerous bags in our hands.
"I'm kind of hungry, to be honest. Anyone up for a KFC?", Connie asked, pulling her hair up into a bun.
"I'm not really hungry.", I shrugged. Alice's eyes caught mine as she glanced at me; a somewhat worried expression on her face as she furrowed her brows.
"Well I'm super-thirsty, so we'll just go there for a quickie.", Jenna laughed, linking her arm with Connie's as they turned to head to the foodcourt.
"You sure you're not hungry?", I suddenly heard Alice ask as she walked beside me,
"You look thinner."
"Is this a disguised way of you asking me if I've been eating enough? Yes, mum, I have. I told you, I'm alright." Forcing a smile, I looked her in the eyes;hoping to look and sound as convincing as possible.
