Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Harry's POV.

*Beep, beep, beep*

I woke up with a groan, followed by slapping my pestering alarm off the side table, hearing the plastic smack against the floor. I laid on my back for a bit, staring at the ceiling. Squinting my eyes, I tried to somehow let them adjust as if they'd just perfectly begin to see again. I can't go another day with those damn glasses. Feeling my head start to hurt from the brightness of the white surroundings, also known as the walls, I reached over to my small side table once again, retrieving my glasses and placing them in front of my eyes, tucking the ear pieces behind my ears. I let out a long, exaggerated sigh, and sat up slowly, bringing my legs over the side of the bed and letting the tips of my toes touch the floor. My eyes fluttered closed again as I felt the cold air hit my bare legs and chest and I bit down on my lower lip. I heard my mum downstairs, probably preparing breakfast. Her heels were loud, clicking against the marble kitchen floor. I pressed my feet to the floor and grasped my lower lip with my front teeth even more securely, feeling a wave of cold rush through my body, the hair on my back of my neck raising slightly. With shivering legs, I stood up, crossing my arms over my nude chest, trying to provide myself the slightest sliver of warmth.

After my morning shower I stepped out of the bathroom, my wet curls sticking to my forehead, letting drops of water roll down my face. I dropped my towel, once again feeling insanely cold. I tensed my whole body, even though nobody could see me, my insecurity over my body took over and I immediately reacted in such ways. Quickly, I grabbed a pair of boxers, pulling them up my legs and next a white collared shirt, pulling it on and buttoning up the middle with one hand, and putting on my glasses with the other, everything becoming much clearer. Once I buttoned my collared white button up, I let out a small huff, slipping on a dark forest green and tan sweater vest. My hair was slowly beginning to dry as I rushed over to my bathroom, stopping in front of my mirror. I gave myself a few seconds to inspect myself, turning my face a few times, letting my eyes scan over every flaw, then brushing my teeth. I began to brush my hair back, parting it to the side and geling it up to stay that way. As I turned around infront of the mirror, I realized my khakis were still on the bed and I stumbled out the door, stubbing my little toe on the corner of my bed.

"Ah, shit.." I muttered, reaching down to rub it, easing the pain.

I finally stood up straight after my small toe stubbing scene, snatching my pants from the bed and having a small struggle pulling them up. I pulled the khakis up slightly high, tucking in my white button up underneath, but leaving my sweater vest alone.

"Harry!" I heard my mother call from downstairs.

"Coming, mum!" I responded, stuffing a few last books into my bag then lifting it, throwing it over my shoulder and putting my other arm through the second bookbag strap.

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"Alright dear, I'll be home a bit late tonight so you can either walk home or maybe ask Zayn for a ride..?" My mum spoke sweetly, looking at me with soft eyes.

I nodded slowly, opening my mouth to respond to her.

"I'll figure it out... bye mum." I quickly mumbled, stepping out of the car, my bookbag on my back.

My mum gave a small wave and drove off as I dropped my head, trying to quickly make it to my locker without any problems. I heard a few snickers from some football players, picking up my pace. But I wasn't fast enough. I felt a strong grip on my shoulder and I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for them to maybe lay off.

"Hey, mooch." He spoke in a low voice, wreaking of spear mint.

"That's not my name..." I mumbled quietly, opening my eyes slightly as he turned me to face him, looking me in the eye.

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