Closest To Heaven [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8: Picturesque

We just sat there examining every detail of ourselves, I honestly could not snap back to reality after my departure from it.  I caressed my bottom lip analayzing Harry's facial expression. He looked like he was in a trance laying his pupils on my existence. Only if this could last forever I thought to myself, I soon reminded myself I'm not at my house, I'm at Harry's. 

I didn't even think about the possibilities of someone in his family catching us in the act, but one things for sure, I actually wouldn't mind it too much. 

"I think I should get going, glad you're feeling better" I forced a smile towards him. 

"Thanks......for everything..Bell" He says in a deeper raspier tone then I could remember. From the way he spoke and the way he talked Harry seemed too good to be true. I just simply loved the way he made me feel.

I gave him a reasurring smile and headed out of his room. I tried to avoid contact with Anne but the awkwardness in the air, or so it seems, traveled.

"Oh, Isabella! How's Harry, did you find out what's been bothering him so much" She says sympethetically.

"I don't know much about what's going on with him, but it seems like he's doing better" I lied through my teeth. Although Harry and I shared a kiss he definitely looked quite dissapointed in himself, and despite the hint of cheekiness he displayed he did seem broken.

With that she let me go on with no other requests. I honestly need someone some sort of closure from this situation, I still feel rather horrible with myself going through Harry's belongings and reading what did not rightfully belong to me.

I furiously ran my fingers through my hair as I stomped with every step of the way. After counting so many blocks and frustation I reached my house. I knocked a little bit too loudly giving away my angry vibe. I guess my mom caught on and swung the door open with an annoyed face, "sorry" I hissed under my breath. 

This whole situation was definitely getting to me, I tugged at my jeans and flung them across my room. I plopped down onto my bed and reminisced on the times Harry would have such a lively expression on his face, it all seemed to fade as the days slowly creeped on. 

I don't even bother to text Trish or Leah. I am basically done with everything, for a quite a while. My mom was actually kind enough to fix me up some tea and set it beside my bed. I thanked her sounding a bit ungrateful.

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I walked through the empty and peaceful school hallways. I waked up late today, which doesn't usually happen, my alarm didn't go off and my mom was off to work sooner than I expected. I walked into Geometry quite lazily and didn't even bother to hand in my late pass. Something was a bit different about the class today everyone had different seats.

The teacher motioned me to a boy with brunette hair and he seemed pretty clean-cut. He also greeted me in a thick British accent. Ok what's going on? Did everyone always speak with an accent around here or am I deluisional? He whispers to me,

"Hi I'm Louis, and I'm an exchange student" The words slowly rolled off his tongue.

I stopped in my tracks immediately. He didn't frighten me at first until he said his name, Louis? Could that be Lou from Harry's letter?  I quickly shaked the thought of that out of my head and treated him like an actual new student. He seemed pretty nice and hilarious, and oustandingly he's extremely humorous. I mean I could get used to this if he's going to be funny like this all the time. 

I haven't seen Harry all day, but that didn't matter simply because Louis kept me company. He offered to take me to a coffee shop with all of his other friends. I agreed, still not paying much attention to Leah and Trish. 

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While I entered the coffee shop with Louis I saw 3 other boys. One had jet black raven hair, the other had blond hair with a brunette tone, and another with the hair color a bit like Louis'. I waved at them before approaching them slowly. 

As soon as I was about to greet Louis' friends, from my peripheral I can spot Harry strolling inside the shop.

Dear God...