So people actually read this, which is cool.
And I have another update, which is cool.
But Wattpad was being a butt last night and wouldn't let me put it up. So you get it this morning. Enjoy!
(The title of this chapter sounds really ominous. But it's not.)
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The rest of group passed a little faster than before. At least I had Dan and Niall to listen to.
When we finally got out of there, everyone was sent to the canteen. All the groups got out at the same time, so it was a mad rush to see who could get there first. When I was headed to the door Dan caught my attention and explained that we didn't need to rush, they had friends to get us a table. Apparently, they had closer room and were some of the first people in there.
So we took our time and slowly found our way to where the canteen was (Niall and Dan leading the way because I had no clue where to go).
"Over here, Harry!" Niall exclaimed, skipping over to a table with a few empty chairs. There were a lot of people already there.
I stood awkwardly to the side as Dan took a seat next to Niall.
"Well, are you gonna take a seat, mate?" A kid across the table said. I just shrugged and looked at my feet, again, awkwardly. "C'mon, you can sit next to me." There was an empty seat next to him so I slowly made my way over.
As I took the chair, Niall introduced me. "This is my new roommate!" A chorus of hellos greeted me.
"So did you just get here yesterday?" The guy next to me asked. He was the only one who really said anything to me other than Niall and Dan. I nodded and he grinned, "Cool! So what're you in for?"
I gave him a look and just shrugged. "Oh my god, don't tell me your mute. I'm so sorry! I didn't know, I swear, if I would've I wouldn't have asked-"
I violently shook my head. "M'not mute." I whispered.
Relief flushed his features, "Oh thank god! I though I'd just tried to get a mute to talk!" He ended up laughing and his face turned a bit red. I smiled a bit and shook my head, reassuring him. "Good," He smiled. "So what are you in for?"
I just shrugged. I really didn't like talking about it. Plus, he could tell others and they might make fun of me like others had. If they really needed to know, then they would eventually find out right? I doubt secrets stuck around in this place for very long.
"Oooooooohh. You're just really quiet huh? Don't worry, we'll fix that." He shot me a grin.
At that time a waiter-y type person came up with a trolley full of trays. Each one had the exact same food on it. On the shelf below it were those little plastic cups that had different pills in them. Really? Was the only thing I came here for was for them to drug me?
"Hello, lads! How are you all today?" The cheery man asked as he started passing around the meals.
"Hello Ed!" Everyone cheered.
He placed a hand over his heart and wiped away a fake tear, "Aw, I feel so loved."
"You are loved, Eddie!" A kid jumps up and hugs him, a giant smile on his face.
"So are you, Michael." Michael released Ed with a sad smile before he sat back down. "Well, we have the usual today." He said to the whole table. "Turkey sandwiches." He set out a cup of pills in front of everyone, along with the plates. "See you guys tomorrow, alright?"
"Yup! Bye Ed." A dark haired kid said. Conversation steadily returned but I just picked at my food. Time had passed quickly and a doctor came in telling everyone to hurry up, we had to leave in about ten minutes.
"Harry!" Niall called from across the table. "Harry, do you want your crisps still?" I shook my head, I wasn't really hungry so I hadn't eaten much of my food. He smiled, "Can I have them? Pleeeeeeaaaase?" He was begging me, draping himself over half the table.
"No, you can have 'em." I said, tossing the bag to him. It hit his face before he caught it with his hands.
"Oh my God! I love you Harry! You're the best mate ever. Seriously, I'm so glad you're my roommate." Niall ripped open the bag and stuffed quite a few in his face at one time.
"You just made a huge mistake, mate." The kid next to me chuckled, shaking his head.
"Why? It's just a bag of crisps."
"Yes, to you it's just a bag of crisps, but you just fed the king of food. He will never let you live this down. It's like feeding a stray puppy. Once you have, he'll always come back for more." He seemed serious, but I could tell that everyone else was amused. "You will never eat a full lunch again."
"It's just one day..." I mumble.
"That's what you'll tell yourself for now, Harry. Just you wait and see." He let out a loud laugh. I just rolled my eyes and pushed my plate away. "Hey mate, don't forget your pills." He said putting the cup back in front of me. I sticky my tongue out at them and scowled. "C'mon, we all have to."
I pouted and turned to him, "Please, no."
He shrugged, "I'm not in favour of the drugs either, Harry, but we all have to take them." He gulped down his pills, drowning them with water. "Mmm, delicious." He smirked at me. "You should try them."
I frowned at him, "They're not sweets."
"Oh, but sometimes they taste like them!"
I looked back down at the tiny cup and squirmed in my seat before shooting him another glance. "Really?" I asked quietly.
"Definitely."
I picked up the cup, glaring at it before stuffing the things down my throat. I choked them down, forgetting my glass of water, as the kid patted my back at the horrid gagging sounds I was making. The dark-skinned lad on the other side of him smothered a laugh. As soon as I could breathe again I stared at the lad next to me, wide eyed.
"You lied to me!"
"That I did, but it got you to take them, right?" He grinned at me, and stood. "See you lads tomorrow!" He sent a salute and sauntered out the doors with that wicked smirk still on his lips.
He tricked me!
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Yay! That was kind of a crappy chapter, but oh well.
Funny story time! I was on YouNow yesterday because Dan was doing a live show, and he was telling us about something Louis had done. Apparently Harry did something nice for him earlier this week and he is now encouraging us all to be like Harry Styles. I don't even know why, but there you go.
Leave here today and be 'calm and carrying' like Harry Styles. Wise words from Danisnotonfire.
But yeah, thanks for reading.
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