Hurt by the lips of a liar

Chapter 7

I walk towards my locker, crossing my fingers that Harry won’t be standing there. Fortunately, he isn’t standing against my locker or anywhere near it. I open it and throw some of my books in it so my bag won’t feel so heavy. The moment I slam my locker closed, my heart skips a triple beat or something.. at least it feels like it..

“Hi” he says with a smirk plastered on his face. Great. Now that Harry is near me, he will probably ask about lunch. Just great.

“Hi” I dryly say and I try to walk pass him, but I fail as he grabs my arm. Geez, he is pretty strong for a nerd…

“Have you thought about what I asked? Not like.. ehm… you need to answer right now or something..” He says and loosens his grip on my arm. Just in time, because I was starting to think some football player swapped personalities with him. Like seriously, he never showed this side of him before. He was always very quiet and obedient.

“What did you ask? I don’t know what you mean” I lie and he immediately lets go of my arm. Probably embarrassed because I just humiliated him a little. Well, I don’t care because it’s not like he suddenly became my friend since he helped me to pick up my books from the floor yesterday.

“Well, I… I hope… I… I’ll see you around, Charlot.” He walks away, his cheeks wearing a brighter shade of red than a freaking tomato. Oh wow, that was some awkward shit…

I am actually already regretting my actions towards Harry from seconds ago, because I feel incredibly alone now. I just stand here in front of my locker. Frozen. Not willing to do anything. I look up, being reminded about who I actually am and what I mean to anyone: nothing. There it is. The familiar feeling of my back getting slammed against the lockers. My stomach fills itself with those stupid butterflies the moment Liam locks his brown eyes on mine. It takes a moment for me to realise that he is holding my wrists in his hands, holding them besides both sides of my head that rests against my locker. His breathing gets heavier, while mine stops completely. His breath tickles against my neck and ears.

“I hate you.”

 I swear that even the people on the end of this hallway can hear my heartbeat. Even when he says hateful things to me, doesn’t matter how many, I still love them. Just as long they come from his lips, it’s okay.  But only his and his only. He slowly lets go of my wrists and his arms slide down my arms, which I am still holding up a bit. My eyes flutter open as his lips move up to my ears again.

“So much.”

He leaves me with his words and walks away. Here I am. Standing against the lockers, not being able to move.

I decide to walk away after I get some strange looks from other people, probably wondering what the hell I am still doing in front of my locker. Suddenly, I get snapped out of my frozen state.

“Hi.” Well isn’t that just great…

“Hi” I say, trying my best to smile at Harry, but I fail miserably.

“So, do you want to grab some lunch?” he says, shyly I notice. Can I say no and run away, or walk away without saying a word? Or could I pretend I didn’t know he wanted to grab lunch together? As if my thoughts are heard, he speaks. “And.. ehm… then I mean us. Like together?” shit. There is no way I can just walk away now…

“Sure” I say, actually surprised that I just accepted his offer. Not that I could get away with it anyway…

“So, can I get you a sandwich? Or a pizza maybe? I don’t know what you like..” he rambles nervously. Why is he so nervous?

“A sandwich is okay for me” I say and we walk to this place next to school. It’s a nice place actually. It is small, but very cozy. There are round tables on the right side of the small restaurant, which is the glass wall. It gives you a beautiful view of the surroundings, so we decide to take place at one of those tables. I follow Harry as he walks to the back and choses the round table in the corner.

“After you, ma’am” he says and he gestures to the chair. He gently pushes my chair to the table and I sit down. He sits down as well and I can see he is nervous. He probably never had lunch with a girl before, but neither have I with a guy.

“Which sandwich are you going to choose?” I ask Harry while I skim through the menu.

“I don’t know actually” he says, his voice a little raspy. Probably because he is nervous, I guess.

“I think I’ll go for the sandwich of the day, it looks delicious” I say and I close the menu. I look at Harry, who is still deciding which sandwich he’ll choose. I look to my right and stare at all the beautiful things to see that are on the other side of the glass wall. I suddenly get snapped out of my thoughts by a voice. It isn’t Harry’s, so it’s probably the waiter’s voice.

“Have you made your decision?” he kindly asks. I say what I want and so does Harry. They serve our food surprisingly fast and we are both eating in no-time. Harry and I talk about school, our interests and how delicious the food is.

“I guess we should go back” Harry tells me.

“Yeah I guess” I say and I stand up. “I had a nice time actually” I add and I put on my coat.

“Yeah me too” he says shyly and he chuckles as he looks at me. “I really liked it.”