Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 7

Songs:

Secrets: OneRepublic

Superstition: Stevie Wonder 

Ro's POV

It was finally Friday, game day. First game of the season to be precise. The school was decorated in our school colors, blue and white. For the fifth day this week, I was going to meet, Harry to tutor him. He wasn't as bad as I thought he was, well that was in the morning. By the time we were in music class, he was back to his normal, grumpy self. It bothered the begeezuz out of me, but I never let it show as much, anymore. Getting me angry was probably his goal and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

As I made my way up the damn bleachers towards the hunched over figure sitting in the center, I held onto the railing, taking each step slowly and carefully. Harry sat with his feet propped up on the next plank, a book in his lap and a camera in his hands. He looked semi normal, not like the jackass I was going to have to deal with later on today.

"Morning," I called out, stomping my feet to irritate him even though it scared the crap out of me.

"You fucking scared me," he complained, setting his camera down to rest on his chest by the strap around his neck. "What the hell is that?" He pointed to the plastic, blue cup in my hands.

"Cheerios," I informed him. "Want some?" I handed him the cup, which he took. "Let me get you a sp- Harry, eww," I squealed as he ate some with my spoon.

"What?" He asked through a mouth full. "You said I could have some."

"Yeah, but I was going to get you a spoon," I squirmed as he tried to hand it back. "Keep it."

"Where the hell were you going to get a spoon from, it's not like you carry-" He stopped mid sentence as I pulled out a baggie with plastic spoons. "Why?" He rolled his eyes when he saw me pull out a jar of peanut butter. "You're so fucking weird, why the hell do you have spoons and peanut butter in your backpack?"

"I love peanut butter and I obviously need a spoon to eat it with," I said matter-of-factly, knowing it would annoy him. "I'm not a savage," I smiled before I licked some of the peanut butter off the spoon.

He just rolled his eyes and continued eating the cereal. "Why are you meeting here instead of the courtyard?"

"It's game day."

"Isn't the game tonight?" He asked with food in his mouth again.

"Don't speak with your mouth full," I scolded, he mumbled a sorry before continuing to chew. "I know the game isn't until tonight, but Gabe and Collin have to do a quick practice on game day mornings, and I always come and watch," I informed him. "It's a tradition."

We sat in silence as we both watched my brothers and he continued to eat. He started making certain comments, but I quickly shut him up, not wanting him to ruin my concentration. Just as I was about to ask him a stupid question, Louis, Liam and Niall appeared, frantically looking for, Harry. I offered them a good morning, but only, Niall responded with a small smile. The other two sort of ignored me.

All of the sudden the deafening in my ears began, again. It came and went this entire week, along with my dizzy spells and what not, but this was stronger, sort of like the episode I had last week. I covered my ears, hunching over, fighting my need to scream from the pain I was feeling, not wanting to call any attention to myself. Like last time, I could only hear, Niall's voice. It was low and he sounded upset but I was too wrapped up in my pain to make out what he was saying.

When I looked up, Niall was the only one left standing there, the other three were nowhere in sight and my hearing was starting to return. His cheeks were red, probably from the cold, but it also seemed like he was flustered. He walked over, sitting down next to me where, Harry had been sitting earlier.