Safe
*Harry's POV*
Chapter Two
I walked slowly through the door to math, apparently the teacher's name being Mr. Bruce. The desks were all aligned, row by row, students placing their backpacks aside on the floor and taking their seats.
I saw familiar faces, some from last year, but one in particular. I saw Josh, Josh Danes.
I noticed that he had been sitting all alone, so I walked up to him and smiled down at him while he looked up at me.
"Harry," Josh sighed, shifting to look more at me.
"H-hi Josh," I happily say, "Can I sit with you?"
Josh smirked and rolled his hazel eyes, looking at me again.
"Harry go sit over with the people more your type," He said, pointing to some kids with glasses and dressed in sweaters.
"Go," Josh pointed again, and I nodded swallowing, but I didn't go over to them, just to an empty seat where nobody was around.
I started fiddling with the zipper to my blue backpack, trying to unzip it to get out my notebook and pencils.
I heard some more people walk in, so I looked up just for a second, and I saw him. I saw Louis.
My face felt like it was in an oven, and probably redder than an apple.
I looked up at Louis who was talking to some friends, and he didn't even see me but walked straight over to Josh who greeted him with a high five. I wish people would do that to me, but they just don't give me a chance because of what I look like on the outside.
I looked away sadly, and got my notebook and pencil box out. I opened to the first page and started to jot down some lyrics. I was writing a song, but the only lyrics I had gotten to so far were: 'Now you were standing there right in front of me,
I hold on scared and harder to breathe,
all of a sudden these lights are blinding me,
I never noticed how bright they would be.
I saw in the corner there is a photograph,
No doubt in my mind its a picture of you.'
I didn't know what I wanted the name of the song to be yet, but I wrote that much of it so far, and I was going to dedicate it to someone I love once I finish.
"Ew, look its that ugly bitch Harry," I overhead that mean girl say, the one that shoved me.
Everyone around her started to laugh, even Louis smiled a little.
I turned away and started to think of more lyrics, or pretend to anyways, but she wouldn't stop talking to me.
"Hey, don't go near Louis again," She sternly said to me.
I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I couldn't cry, not here. I was a mature 15 year old boy, and I was not going to cry.
"Aw, Harry wants his mommy," She imitated in a little voice.
I tried my best to ignore her, and try not to let those things get to me, but words hurt.
"Okay class, everyone don't get too comfortable. I'll be giving you assigned seats," Mr. Bruce informed us.
"Aw," Most people sighed, but I didn't care. It wasn't like I had anyone to sit with anyways.
"Lets get Samantha up front," He said, the mean girl walking up.
