Unity | Harry Styles AU

XVI: is it all over now?

Volcano - Damien Rice

  The scandalous meet ups became more frequent, and more risky as time went on. Harry would ask me to go to his room at lunch almost always, and the days where he wouldn't, I would stay after school and "work" on the project.

This took a toll on the expected time the project would be finished, as we had not really worked on it in a while.

The reason for all the booty-calls varied. As the academic year went on, teachers were piling up work like crazy, and Harry was under immense stress as well as he was constantly creating worksheets and marking assignments. I pulled all nighters frequently, as did Harry. There was no time for spending time together at home, so he made me come to his room during school hours. You know what they say, if it's important to you you'll find a way, and if it's not, you'll find an excuse.

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Today was the first day of March. I was not happy whatsoever to be going to school today, because March 1st marked the day that we should be coming close to finishing the upper hall. It was no where near that point. I had stopped calling my friends to stay after school, and Harry and I had stopped being productive at those times as well. The hall looked no different than the friday before Christmas break- which was nearly three months ago.

I was under so much stress as exams approached. I tried to keep a focused mind during my classes so I could absorb as much information as I could.

During second period, I was a little disappointed that Harry had not asked me to see him in his room during lunch. I brushed it off, assuming he was just busy and went to his room anyways at my lunch break to see him.

I no longer knocked on his door, I just walked in. Today was no exception.

The art room's lights were off, and the blinds that were normally open to reveal a gorgeous city landscape were closed. Harry was at his desk with his face in his hands.

"Are you okay...?" I asked softly. Harry's head shot up at the sound of my voice.

"You can't be in here right now. Go." He stood up, pointing his index finger at the door.

"Why? What's wrong?" I questioned.

"Alaska Dwyer, when a teacher is instructing you to do something, you do it!" His voice was harsh, and unfamiliar. Harry has never gotten angry at me. He exhaled harshly and turned around to face the chalkboard so that his back was faced to me.

"O-okay. I'll see you later then." I murmured, and scurried out of the classroom, not bothering to close the door behind me.

A range of different emotions flooded my brain. Why was he so angry? I hadn't done anything wrong right?

I told myself it was just because I hadn't knocked and he was in a lot of stress right now. That had to be the only reason.

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I decided I would drive over to the coffee shop and have lunch there. I wasn't about to let a moody Harry ruin the rest of my day.

Upon opening the front door, a familiar face glanced over to me and gave me a friendly smile. It was Derrick.

He wiped his hands on the hand towel and readjusted his employee hat before walking over to me and giving me an awkward hug.