"I started getting these hopeless desires for him. I crave for his love. Wait no, that cant be it. I cant fall in love with the Chief Officer's son, especially if i'm the prisoner."
"Robin? You called?" I asked him politely as i entered in his office. Now that he's cleaned up a bit and arranged the room, it gives me a feeling of home which is ironic since this room is plastered in the middle of a building full of agony.
" I want to tell you that your mother called and she got an email from your Psychology teacher that you are borderline of failing that class and she has offered extra tutoring after school."
"But wouldn't it mean that i might miss coming here with you?" I said while playing with the zipper of my sweater.
Robin shrugged "You need that extra help that you could get, coming here won't get you that A that you need."
I exhaled deeply. I don't get why I'm almost failing, I've done all my work and passed most of my tests; Ed is failing that class and he doesn't even get tutoring which makes no sense.
"Harold, we'll discuss it further during dinner with your mother, now, its time to leave."
I frown at that statement because it meant that i had to wait another day to see Lou.
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Next day
School has been a drag, as always; getting dumped in the trash by Nick and his asshole friends is, or course the highlight of the day. Miss Flack talked to me about the tutoring but i denied. She seemed nearly devastated and almost begged me to approve but i just didn't wanted to stop going with Robin to see Lou—.. I mean Liam and have a nice chat with him. I went to my locker and out dropped another note which said..
Im always one step forward xx :)
And i bet they are.
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<Louis' POV> days later
The feelings for Harry grew day by day and i might have a teensy weensy attraction for him in a non friendly way. He will always come to my cell everyday and chat for hours, while Niall was out in therapy. We became close like peas in a pod; brothers from another mother.
I remember when he was shy around me, but now, even when he snorts, theirs no hidden feeling to it. He told me that he has trust issues, and i take the conversations lightly with him, even though he seems comfortable around me, and i feel the same when I'm around him. He doesn't care what I've done or what i can do, all he cares about is me in general which makes me have butterflies is my stomach.. As cheesy as it sounds.
I was in the art room painting but its difficult moving around to get more utensils while theirs chains wrapped in my ankles. I begin to trace shapes lightly and start to draw figures. I concentrate real hard and almost break a sweat. Zayn was sitting next to me drawing, or should i say tagging which actually looked like a dying cat in the pavement but i don't blame him.
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