nada // l.p. [hiatus]

III. T R E S

August 23, 2013

Freshman Year

With a deep frown edged on her face and her small hands clasped tightly around her new algebra 1 text book, Lola slowly made her way into the large cafeteria.

It's noisy, and a flashback from when she first moved to town flashes through her mind, causing a cold shiver to run down her spine.

There is no place for her to sit, like she had anticipated, considering the great lack of friends she held. She decides to grab food while she's there though, quickly paying for a water bottle and an apple.

To her luck, the halls were always empty during lunch - the occasional couple or cramming students appearing to the side.

She makes her way toward the field, taking a seat on the highest bleachers. The area is empty and quiet, no one making fun of her for how she looked or the things she said.

She liked it like that - peaceful, it was the only time she didn't find herself useless.

"Oh shit - I didn't realize there was someone else here." Lola looks up, a small frown replacing the relaxed smile on her face.

The boy scratches the back of his neck, his faded black backpack hung loosely on one shoulder. He wore one of those overly priced brand named shirts, some tan slacks and a pair of black vans. There was no doubt in Lola's mind that this guy should not be seen talking to her in any way, shape or form - it was social suicide.

"Do you mind if I - if I join you?" He asks, his eyes trained on the seat beside her. Lola's eyes widen, quickly scanning the area around them as she whispers harshly in reply. "You don't want to be seen with me - you're life will turn into a living hell." The boy shrugged, plopping down in the seat beside her with a prominent smirk edged on his lips.

"I'm Cole"

January 10, 2017

Junior Year

Lola breathed heavily, her vision blurred as she cried uncontrollably, her stomach twisted into knots.

It felt like someone was twisting her insides, trying and trying to yank them out but were unable. She wanted to fall asleep, and wake up with no Liam Payne in her life again.

She wanted it so badly.

Lola clutched her pillow harder against her chest, the fabric already soaked salty as she tried to calm down her tears.

"Lola?" She looks up slowly, the blurry recognizable figure of Harry standing at her bedroom door frame. "Go away Harry, you should be in class anyway why did you come."

Harry slowly made his way next to her, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. "Lo, it's four thirty in the afternoon." Harry smiles softly, resting a hand on her back.

"Oh." Lola replies in a whisper, the realization that she had been crying over the past for about seven hours hitting her.

"Now come here." Harry whispers, pulling her fragile body to his chest as a new wave or tears over comes her, her body shaking slightly.

"Why the fuck am I crying!" Lola yelled, aggravated with herself for being so pathetic. Harry shushed her, kissing her head softly as he rubbed her back reassuringly. "Because you've kept it inside all this time, and the container you were keeping it in finally broke."

Lola rolled her eyes, sniffling as she rubbed her nose. "Such a fucking poet." Harry smiled, kissing her cheek quickly.

"You know it babe." he laughed, watching her wipe her cheek with the sleeve of her sweater. "Come on - you're mum has that thing going on tonight so I'm making you dinner." Lola smiled softly, watching her best friend walk out of her room.

a/n short but i need you guys to start understanding the relationship ship between harry and lola