Harry's POV:
I sighed walking around the halls trying to find Melinda, which was not easy since there were dozen places that she could have hid, dozens of halls so we could pass each other by. I run my hand through my hair again, not really getting what got her so upset. I just told her as I felt, there was no crime in that. She was lying I knew she was, I just wasn't sure what about. I pulled a little at my hair resting my back against the wall. Where the hell was she?... I checked almost everything... Almost. Her roon. I sighed closing my eyes hitting my head at the wall. The last place I wanted to go, no... I didn't want to meet Annabelle. I really despise the girl, other than the fact that I was a douche and used her to get out of the school for the weekends. I'm not a good boy, let's face it. But I really didn't like her, something about her made me feel suspicious, like she was up to something that I didn't really know what. I pushed myself off of the wall and headed to Melinda's room. Annabelle or not, I needed to find Melinda. I ditched the elevator taking the stairs since I never liked waiting around and after few minutes stood out of breath in front of Melinda's room knocking. God, I was so out of shape.
"Yeah? Oh, you."
I rolled my eyes seeing Annabelle.
"National tragedy. Harry Styles appeared."
I mocked her tone and went inside halting and widening my eyes before turning to Annabelle who was smirking evily. I took few steps towards her content as I saw her scared, only inches away from her face.
"Where. Is. She."
I hissed word by word making my voice low. Lowest ever. Annabelle swollowed hardly and tried to act cool, though I could tell she was afraid.
"How would I know. I got to the room just before you. All her stuff are gone, she's gone, her suitcase's gone. Boo-hoo, Styles lost his nerd."
I loudly hit my fist at the wall just next to her head making her flinch.
"If she left, I am going to make sure your life is hell on the Earth as long as I can. It's a promise."
With that I left the room getting on the stairs and sitting down pulling on my hair. Where the hell are you, Melinda.. I took out my phone and quickly dialed her number, eyes wide open when she picked up. I didn't expect her to.
"Yes, Harry?"
"W-where are you?"
I cursed at myself hearing myself stutter. Get it together Styles.
"In my new room."
I furrowed but felt a relief as well. She didn't left, just switched rooms.
"Which is?..."
"Your room."
I heard her say and the line went dead. I furrowed and almost automatically went to my room. I slowly opened the door seeing Melinda on her bed with a book, studying. I closed the door eyes wide.
"What the hell?..."
I asked and saw her flinch. Dammit, I should not have said that. She straightened herself up and I sighed. Official Melinda came back, I needed to stuff her back away.
"I don't know how relationships works Harry. I don't know if I am your girlfriend actually. You called me that in front of Annabelle, but I don't know if you didn't say it just to hurt her. So if you finally got enough, it's OK if you end this. I will get it, don't worry. And the reason I am in your room is that it's the only one left spare partly, not counting Annabelle's. And I'm not living there. Especially not after what I found out about her."
