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Chapter 3 - Smudged Mascara
I don't god damn care.
Someone knocked on the door once again. There would be no teacher obviously and if there is a student, I don't fucking care if she sees me smoking. They all probably think of me like that already.
"Come in! It's open." I yelled. I closed my eyes, not in a mood to see anyone.
"Uh.. I uh.." My eyes shot open hearing Harry. I immediately dropped the fag between my kness to the ground and stood on it.
"What the- what are you doing here?" I kind of whispered, pulling him inside by grabbing his shirt. Fuck, if someone sees me like this, they will probably have a reason to call me a whore.
"I um had something of yours." He said, scratching his head. He looks.. nervous? Well I just pulled him in the girls toilet.
"Was it necessary to give it right now?" I was angry and I couldn't do anything, it hurts when they call me a whore. If Louis or any of his friends me sees then I better move to Narnia.
"Actually I thought it could be something important." He said, shuffling in his backpack.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, all my eyeliner was smudged. Of course he had to see me like this, didn't he?
"Here." He said, placing my journal in my palm. It already had a saying on the cover saying 'I'm fine'. I'm ruined completely if he read it.
"Did you.." He interupted before I could complete.
"I didn't." He weakly smiled.
Obviously he wasn't interested in my life. No one is.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked after a couple of seconds.
"Um yeah." What does he want to ask me? To shut up?
"Do you have a handkerchief?" Well he didn't ask me shut up atleast.
I went and put my journal back in my bag and took out some tissues.
"Are these okay?" I said, handing them to him.
"Yeah." He said, and cupped my face with one of his hands and the other hand roamed around my eyes. I froze under his hands even though my body ignited wherever he touched.
I never planned anything like this happening to me. Not atleast with Harry god damn Styles.
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