Hurt by the lips of a liar

Chapter 4

I look up from the ground, staring into a pair of brown eyes in the distance. I gasp. There he is, the most breath-taking, arrogant and popular boy in school a.k.a. Liam. Liam Payne. His eyes shoot in mine like an arrow. His face, looking all disgusted, coming closer. His body, full of muscles and elegance, coming closer. His footsteps, full of wrecking power, coming closer. Only a matter of seconds is needed, before my back and the back of my head are slammed against the lockers. My books fall on the ground instantly and my head is pounding. What first went slowly, all goes in fast forward as my head has hit the lockers. His friends, walking right behind him, give me a filthy look. Liam’s eyes lock on me one more time, before fully disappearing in the crowded hallway. I pick up my books with tears in my eyes.

“Need some help, Charlot?” I hear somebody say and I look up, looking into some brown curls and big green eyes.

“Eh… No, I’m fine” I lie and I continue grabbing my books from the floor, when my hand suddenly touches someone else’s.

“I insist, Charlot. Let me help you” Harry says and his arms, showing me a couple of tattoos, hand me my books. “Here you go” he chuckles, and I can spot his cute dimples.

“Thanks, Harry” I say and I walk away.

I walk my way through the hall and all I can think about is Liam. How my stomach was filled with butterflies, but how my head is pounding like crazy right now. It’s weird. How can I possibly love someone that is hurting and crushing me from the inside out?

My thoughts get interrupted by the same British accent that I recognize from a minute ago. “Hi, Charlot” Harry says and his emerald green eyes look in mine.

“Hi, Harry” I say, still walking.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you a few minutes ago” he says and he nervously traces the diamond pattern on his brown spencer. He wears a short sleeved, white shirt underneath it and the bottom of his shirt is tucked in his pants.

“It’s fine, Harry” I lie “I’m used to it… It happens all the time, so there’s nothing to worry about” I say and Harry looks at me with his emerald eyes, confused.

“That certainly makes it something to worry about!” he says and I look at him. My eyes are filling themselves with tears again.

“I’m used to it Harry, I’m used to it” I say and I walk away, turning around the corner.

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Finally, the day came to an end. It felt like forever. I take my jacket out of my locker and leave school as fast as possible. I keep thinking about Liam. How his arms are shaped, how his eyes are coloured in, how his jawline is traced.. ‘and why the hell am I thinking about this? His arms, perfectly shaped, pushed me against the lockers. His eyes, coloured like a chocolate waterfall, shot in mine like an arrow all disgusted. His jawline, clenched as he walked pass me. Harry was right, I am something to worry about’ I think to myself, almost crying. My backpack bounces up and down again as I walk, making my back hurt.

‘Where is the car?’ I think as I see no car standing in front of my house. My mother must have left for some groceries. I unlock the front door, entering the house relieved. No screaming this time… it feels good.

Before I can enjoy the silence, the door slams open and my mom comes in with a few bags.

“Well, you could help me, you know?!” she says and my, sort of good mood, disappears dramatically fast. I take over a few bags and place them on the kitchen counter. “Now go make your homework” my mom says, not even saying thanks, or even being grateful for what I did.

I throw my bag in the corner of my, plain and small, room. It looks a lot like a dorm room, comparing it to my mother's.

I seize my blade and sit on my bed, turning into a ball of sadness. I cry and tears slide down my cheek. Teardrops touch my arm every now and then. I hold my blade right above my arm and slowly, but surely, the blade touches my skin. Why am I so useless? I bet no one would even miss me if I was gone… I crave the blade into my skin once again, before I notice something. Screaming getting louder, making me quite sure my dad is home. My dad left us, but only comes back when he needs something from us. I’m getting a bit suspicious, what does he want from us?

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