After a few stops, Harry steps into the bus, and i wave at him, so he knows where i'm sitting. "Morning Alex!" He smiles, "Morning Harry, ready for your second school day?" I ask, and he nods. "I thought, maybe today we can hang out?" I ask, and the smile on Harry's face gets bigger. "That would be nice!" He says.
"We could do some homework at your place?" I ask, and Harry frowns. "Uh, not at my place." He says, and i look at him. Where did the smile go? Where is the lovely, and happy Harry? "Why not?" I ask, and he keeps staring down at his jeans. "My mom is having some friends over." He says. "So? We can do it upstairs.. In your room?" I ask, but Harry shakes his head. "Sorry." He says. I just nod, and stare out of the window.
"We could go to your place." Harry says, and i shake my head. "Are you mad at me?" He asks, and i look at him, he got a concerned look on his face. "I just have that feeling that your not being honest with me.." I say. "I got that feeling too.." Harry says, and i roll my eyes. "I don't understand why it's a big deal to just sit in your room for the afternoon, and make some homework while your mom is downstairs with friends." I say. "She just doesn't like it when i have friends coming over when she has friends at her place.." He says, and i look at him. "I'm your only friend Harry.." I say, and Harry shakes his head. "I can't believe you just said that." He says, and gets up, and finds another seat to sit down.
That was stupid of me to say, i know, but he's making a big deal out of it, when he doesn't need to. I'm not a loud person at all, so his mom wouldn't even hear me..
When the bus comes to a stop, i get out, and wait for Harry to get out aswell, and when he does, he walks by without saying a word. "I'm sorry.." I say, and Harry turns around. "Listen Alex, i'd love to take you home one day so you can meet my mom, just not today alright?" He says, and i nod. "What about your dad?" I ask, and Harry looks down at me. "He's at work all day." He says, and i just nod, as i follow him to school.
I sit down beside Codie, and greet her. This is the only class Harry and i aren't together in. "Where have you been living? Under a rock?" Codie says, and i laugh. "Nah, just home." I say, and get my stuff out. "I saw you made friends with Harry Styles." Codie says, and i nod. How do you know his name?" I ask, and Codie laughs. "Come on Alex, everyone knows his name." She says, and i look at her with a confused look on my face. "Well, i didn't know his name before i met him." I say. "He went to that high school around the corner right?" Codie says, and i nod. "He was the nerd.. The one everyone hates, and his dad, is the worst! One day, Harry forgot to lock the door behind him before he went to school, and his dad came to school to scold him in front of everyone!" Codie half laughs, and i shake my head. "Sorry, i don't think it's funny." I say, and Codie looks at me. "You like him, don't you?" Codie asks. "I don't like him, not in the way that i'm having a crush on him.. We're just good friends, and i think the reason why he switched schools is because of people like you.. Who laugh at him and make fun of him, when you don't even know what his story is." I say. "Oh, so you're trying to tell me that you know what his story is?" Codie asks, i shake my head. "No, but i have that feeling he has a story, and i want that his last year in high school is a good one." I say. "Whatever." Codie says. I try my best not to start scolding at her for talking about Harry like that.
I'm glad the teacher walks in, and i try to focus on her instead of Codie.
"How's your mom?" Codie asks when we walk out of class to our next period. "Just the same.. Last week she asked when you're visiting again!" I say.
Codie and i have been bestfriends since we were 9. Our moms are good friends aswell, and they used to come over every weekend for dinner, but when my mom got sick, she could't handle it anymore.
"I can come over today?" Codie asks, and i nod. "That's okay!" I say, and we walk into maths class.
No one really knows how my mom is doing.. Some people know she's sick, but most of them don't. I don't want people to feel sorry for us, that's why my mom and i like to keep it for ourselves.
