Ch. 8
Harry's POV.
"Do you want to go back in there?" I ask into her hair.
"No." She sniffles.
I nod and we walk over to a bench.
"Harry. I've known her forever. She is my best friend. I don't know what to do." She says softly, her voice clearer.
"I'll tell you one thing, leaving England was pretty hard. I found you though, and I know we are just starting out but what if this happens for her too? You two can Skype and text and I promise we'll make trips to go see her." I will do or say whatever I can to make this.. my beautiful girl calm down.
"You're absolutely right, Harry." She stands. "Thank you. You are so amazing." She smiles and pulls me in again for a hug.
"It will be okay baby." I smile down at her.
"Let's go back in there." She says sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, it falls so I put it there this time.
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After lunch.
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Lucy's POV.
"..Yeah I know he said the homework was not going to be.." I stop talking to Cade when I see Harry walk into the room. Another class together.. yes! Unfortunately there is only three seats and one is so far in the back it may as well be in another classroom. The others are on totally opposite sides of the room. Harry chooses the one closer, it was still a few rows over and a few seats back but oh well, he was here that's all that mattered.
I turn to smile at him and he smiled and winked back, making a few of the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
"Hello class. My name is.." Our teacher gets interrupted when the door swings open. It's Mr. Marring, the principal.
"Sorry to interrupt but may I please see Harry." His eyes narrow and he looks mad. "With his belongings." What is going on?
Harry and I exchange a confused glance. This can't be good.
After they exit the room, I raise my hand and ask permission to go to the counselor. I give the new, still unnamed teacher a bullshit excuse about extra course work and he lets me go with a hall pass. If Mr. Roy was still teaching this class he probably wouldn't have let me go. Lucky for me the counselor is my favorite aunt. After deciding It would be nosy of me to go look for Harry. I went to Aunt Linda's office.
"What are you doing in here? You better get your butt back to class." She laughs and stands up. "Oh how have you been? I can't believe it will be your last year here with me." She says while hugging me, too tight. If it weren't for her assigning me the good teachers and letting me, Mac, and Mason eat in her room at lunch I probably wouldn't have survived 9th grade.
"I've been good. Mason and I broke up." She asks questions and I launch into how that situation turned out and then Harry got brought up so forty five minutes later I was on my way back to class. Aunt Linda wrote me a note and sent me back with a few papers so it looked like we actually discussed something. When I return Harry is back in his seat. I look over at him and he smiles but looks confused. Twenty minutes later and class is over.
"Hey." Harry runs up by and grabs a few of the books out of my arms.
"Hi." I reply back.
"Where did you wonder off to?" He smiles and licks his lips. Harry is beautiful, so undeniably sexy I often find myself flustered around him.
"I went to the counselors office. She's my aunt." I explain.
"Oh." He sighs. "I was in the office checking out my credits like how many I need to graduate. He asked me to bring my stuff because he didn't know how long it would take."
"So how many is that?" I ask looking at him through my lashes.
"Just three." He sighs and runs his slender fingers through his curls.
"What's wrong?" I grab his arm and pull him closer.
"I just don't want to talk about it. I feel like it makes me look stupid and I'm not." He's insecure.
"Harry it's okay I didn't think.."
"I have to go." He dodges me and follows Olivia and Mac into a Senior English class. What the hell? He was the one who brought it up first anyway.
Well alright then.
I walk in to my next class and see Louis, Niall, Liam, and Mason. Great. A class with a bunch of jocks.
I sit in the front row and begin to get out my notebook and things essential for the class, until I feel a presence next to me. I look up to see Mason. Fuck.
"Where's you're boyfriend?" He asks then laughs.
"In English. Now leave me alone." I sigh.
"Oh I heard Liv's got it this hour too, better watch out." He winks at me and smirks.
"Like I should have at the party, apparently. Unlike you, Harry is not animal." I put my head down on my desk.
"Hey what's wrong I was just joking." He says, his voice being much more caring than the prior few moments.
"Nothing it's just.." The bell rings and the teacher walks in at the same time. This was no ordinary teacher. He was gorgeous. He was six feet of pure sex.
Mason followed my eyes to the teacher.
"Don't worry I won't tell your boyfriend." He chuckles and pats me on the back. I roll my eyes and tell him to go sit down. Surprisingly he does as told for once.
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"Finally the last class of the day." I tell Liam who is walking by my side.
"Yeah I know. I'm ready for this year to be over." He tells me and I nod in agreement.
"Someone has a pretty cool aunt." I hear Harry's voice behind me. He grabs my backpack and pulls me beside him.
"He look I'm sorry for being kind of harsh earlier. I just.. It's kind of embarrassing you know? In a few months I'll be twenty, just graduating?" He asks, blushing. "But you're supposed to be the person who I trust the most right now so.." He smiles and we turn and walk into the same class yet again. I smile at him and he tells me he got my aunt to switch his last class into mine. 4/7 classes with Harry? I could definitely do that.
