Different. H. S

Different. 10

I opened the door and rushed inside without even glancing at him. My tears had dried. I get inside my room and lock the door. I slipped down against the door. I tugged my hair in my hands and that's when I noticed that I was not wearing my dupatta and Harry saw my hair. He saw them. Damn!

Thinking about that, I don't know what I was doing out there. I don't know why I allowed myself the rest my head on his chest and he hugged me. His words replayed in my mind.

You have to be strong for your family, your Dad and for her.

She wanted the best for you.

She wanted you to make your own decisions.

The way he held me and tried to comfort me was very un-Harry thing. I had always seen him flirting with girls and annoying me but something about the way he was talking to me showed me a another part of Harry. A Harry who was nice. A Harry who was caring.

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The next morning I wake up and go to bathroom. After taking a shower I dressed in my usual attire. My eyes were red and puffy from crying all these days but I couldn't care less. I didn't even want to go to school but I had to.

"I love you Grandma." I said looking at the sky as I was standing in front of my school. My family was also very disturbed from her death. It was very difficult for them as it was for me but they somehow managed to get back to their normal life. I had lost my grandma but my Dad lost her mother. I wanted to talk to him but Mum told me not to. She said he wants some time alone and within few days he will be fine.

Wali was also very sad. It was the first time I had seen him crying. He always acted to be strong and he was good at hiding his feelings. You know man ego? They think if they cry they are cowards but sometimes it is good to cry.

I walk to my locker not noticing anyone. And I was happy that I didn't see Harry. He is the last person I want to see right now.

"Pari? We're so sorry." Ayesha says and they both hug me. I hugged them back but pulled back after few seconds because I felt the lump forming in my throat and I don't want to cry in front of all these students.

"You okay? You look so weak." Nicole says, worried. "Yes I am just give me few days and I'll be back to myself." I say and they both nod.

"Take your time and if you need us just tell us." Nicole says and I smile at them.

Yes I saw Harry is in my Maths and English class but thank to God that he didn't say anything.

I was now in the cafeteria, Nicole and Ayesha were not here yet. I was scrolling through my phone when a voice spoke behind me. "Hello Pharesa." I turn to see Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn. Harry wasn't with them.

"Hi guys." I forced a fake smile.

"We are sorry for your loss." Liam says.

"Guys I don't wanna be rude but please can we not talk about this. I hope you understand."

"It's okay. We understand." Louis gives a half smile. "Thanks." I return the gesture and they all walk away. I watched them walking toward their table. Harry looked up at them and then at me but I turned my head to see my friends coming.

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I see her talking to the lads. Her skin was pale, eyes red and puffy and she looked weak and ill. I didn't like to see her that way, not being sassy, not being classy and care free. I don't like her that way but as I said before I don't like to see girls in this type of state. I know I mess with a lot of girls but there is a part of me who doesn't like to see girls cry or sad.