Broken

Louis

"Mate is it true you passed out at football practice the other day?"

"Yeah what happened?"

The guys at my lunch table bombarded me with questions as soon as I walked over to them.

"Someone said it was because you haven't been eating, course I told 'em that was shit though because only girls do that."

"Girls and fags." Everyone at the table burst into a fit of laughter.

'Harry wouldn't say anything like that' I thought, pretending to laugh along with the guys.

'Shut the fuck up, you don't even know him that well' came another voice in my head.

"So really, what happened?"

"I'd just been pushing myself pretty hard that practice and I didn't have any water, passed out from dehydration." I lied.

'I wouldn't have to lie to Harry.'

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Instead of sitting where I usually sat in history I decided to sit next to Harry. The girl I normally sit next to always copies off of me anyway. It was completely reasonable for me to move, its not just because of Harry.

'who the hell am I trying to convince? of course it's because of Harry.'

When Harry got to his normal seat he looked at me, then around the room, probably making sure he was at the right desk. Then a confused look appeared on his face, and he looked at me again.

"Wh-why are you sitting here?"

"Do you not want me to sit here?"

"No its fine, I I just wondered why."

"The girl I usually sit by cheats off me," he looked disappointed. "plus I told you we should talk some time, so why not now?" he smiled.

"O-oh okay." He sat down and we started discussing how boring our teacher was.