alaska • harry styles

Chapter 5

I was mad. I was pissed off. Anger was boiling up underneath my ribs, I felt my skin heating up as I dragged Lucas down the halls. I had a tight grip around his wrist, but I didn't bother to soften it.

How could they do something so horrible? Bullying others to make yourself feel better doesn't seem like a solution to me.

"A-ally" Lucas stuttered, his voice as insecure and soft as always.

"What?" I hissed a bit too sharp.

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. The expression on his face told that he was petrified, either of his bullies or me, yet I couldn't figure out which of the two.

"W-why did you d-do that?" he asked trembling.

"Because I won't let some egoistic people bully you" I said, the words rolling off of my tongue, "you don't fucking deserve this, okay?"

My eyes were connected to his ones, his deep and blue eyes that were full of fear. Regret, sorrow and worry were clearly showing through, even if he tried to hide, he couldn't.

If there is one thing I learned about people, it's that no matter what an amazing actor they are, their eyes will always tell the truth. Sooner or later, words that can't be spoken will come out of their eyes.

Luke was shattered glass, but nobody knew how to fix the pieces so they broke them instead.

"You know that they're gonna pick on you as well, now that you've stood up for me" Lucas mumbled and looked away.

"Do I look like I care?" I spat, furrowing my eyebrows. Lucas shyly shook his head and looked to his feet whilst scratching the back of his neck. He then nodded his head towards the hall and walked on, me right beside him.

It was obvious that the way I acted scared him, but I couldn't care less. I turned into a monster; I was cold and repellent, but I no longer cared.

People always have their reasons even though they sometimes try to hide and they also change their minds at times, but there's still a huge difference; sometimes it's not the person that changes, sometimes it's the mask that falls off.

And I think I was currently creating the shape of mine.

Once we had reached the end of the hall, Lucas and I entered the crowded classroom and chose our seats without drawing too much attention to us. As I expected, he wanted to sit in the last row and since I didn't really mind, I came along.

I watched several students entering the room. I was glad to see that none of them was Harry, but then I spotted a tall brunette that had pretty familiar features. She was the girl I bumped into before.

"Lucas... Do you know who that girl is, by any chance?" I asked nudging his shoulder.

"Eleanor" he said as his eyes followed her through the room.

I nodded my head and thanked him quietly.

I couldn't describe what's been that thing about her, that thing that immediately caught my gaze. She seemed so familiar, like I had already seen her a billion times before. But that was impossible, I don't know anyone here at all.

Eleanor took a seat in the front row, next to some girls that were currently applying make up to their faces whilst talking.

No sooner, a teacher came in to start another very interesting lesson, just that it was French this time. I hardly paid attention, I didn't even catch her name. Lucas was as interested as me; throughout the period, he was busy writing on empty sheets of paper. But my entire attention was still dedicated to Eleanor.