Oblivion [H.S.]

E l e v e n

Monday morning. Also known as the day Harry despised the most. It meant twenty alarms, ten cups of coffee, bad hair day and one tired, effete Harry. Sunday nights of his usually consisted of cuddling with Sophia with a good movie until they fell asleep, and he wasn't very good at going to bed early so that he wouldn't be as tired the next day. But this day was even worse. He had stayed up with Sophia late, again, and he had never felt more miserable in his entire life. Partying on a Sunday wasn't Harry's thing. Sundays were more of an inside-day where he stayed inside with a book or a movie and some hot drinks perhaps. He thought he had deserved it from the long and exhausting week he had just had.

Nevertheless, he got out of bed, put on a light purple knit sweater since he was feeling a little cold that day, and it was rather gray and rainy outside. With that he wore black jeans as per usual and some boots. His hair was a mess, so he tied a brown bandana around his head with patterns on it. His locks had gotten so long at that point that he didn't know whether to cut it or put it in a bun or just leave it as it was. Apparently according to Nick, his friend from uni, every girl that went on Northcliffe University loved his long, curly hair, and always whispered when he walked past them. Of course, Harry's eyes and ears were only focused on one girl, so he didn't notice. Frankly he thought it was a bit uncomfortable that girls were staring at him. He kind of panicked and felt like locking himself inside the toilets forever. Nick was extremely jealous, but Harry assured him that it wasn't anything to be jealous of.

His anxiety had gotten worse as he went to uni. He had thought it would get better, as well as his mother, but it hadn't. Claire found it awfully tough to see Harry's smile fade every time she asked how school had gone. But the thing was, whenever Louis was around, his anxiety kind of subsided. Like Harry had never tasted a single drop of anxiety. He was braver and dared to do things he wouldn't usually do. That was why he was able to go to parties and public things with Louis. Louis was like a guardian angel that Harry could feel safe around, and protected, because Louis was always there for him, and always helped him out whenever he couldn't breathe. Like oxygen, he helped Harry breathe again, because he knew he was always safe when Louis was there. So when he found out they weren't going to attend the same school, Harry was at the edge of falling.

But he managed to go to school almost every day either way.

He ate his breakfast, which was a dry bagle with nutella on because he wasn't exactly feeling very healthy that day, and coffee. His car was standing right outside of his door luckily, and he still had 45 minutes until his first period started. So he went out the door with his coffee in his hand and pressed the "open" butten on his remote to the car. Opening the door with one hand, he put the coffee down in the cup-holder and sat down, immediately cringing because, well, the leather seets were freezing. The heat automatically turned on, and sent shivers down Harry's entire body. A smile found its way onto his face, and his reflexes put on Ed Sheeran's album. "One" played in the background as Harry watched the orange and yellow autumn leaves dance around in the air above the ground outside as he drove.

When he arrived at Northcliffe University, he noticed he still had half an hour left until his first class started, which was French. There was a couple of students strolling around campus already, probably studying for a test or maybe just preparing for the day. That was what Harry liked to do. He liked to walk around campus before school started, just to clear his mind from all stress and anxiety thoughts. It had really helped him.

Campus was a nice looking area with statues, fountains, a tennis court, benches and lots of beautiful, all coloured flowers. They had started to wither, but in the spring and summer they bloomed strongly. Also at campus, there were a study hall and two libraries. One of the libraries was like Harry's home at uni. He could go there whenever he wanted, and no one talked to him, and he didn't have to talk to anyone either.