Into The Night

Thirty-Five

I slammed the door, trying to distract myself. Even Niall woke up, but I blocked him immediately by saying, "For the love of God, don't bloody ask!" I yelled.

I jumped on my bed and pulled a pillow over my head. I was panicked, my heart was beating too fast and my head had been swirling with too many thoughts ever since earlier. I could not get her out of my mind and it is not a good thing!

I was yelling to my pillows, but it wasn't enough. Niall was already asking me what had happened for the nth time and why I was yelling at four AM in the morning.

"I can't —" I groaned, irritation spreading over me and I could not stay still. There's this adrenaline rush that had been there since about, dozens of minutes ago and it did not stop.

It came to the point where Niall hit my head with his pillow and I slightly came to my senses because I froze.

"Now what the hell is wrong with you?"

"My head." I replied. "T-Taylor and s-something, in — while I was in her —." I sat up, biting my lip. "I honestly feel — like I can't stay — here. Neo, first thing after this sem, I'm getting — my arse out of here."

"Why? What did you really do?" Niall asked.

Good question, what did I really do?

"I don't even want to think about it, Neil!" I yelled, "This is just — I was — mistake — I did not — even — I'm leaving — I can't — I wasn't thinking — I should not have — I told her — and she did — and I accidentally — I'm fucked, Niall. I'm very very very very fucked."

He snickered at the last part, "I hope you don't mean that literally, the image of you and Taylor---"

"Fuck you, you're making it worse!" I yelled. I don't usually swear a lot but, I felt like it's the only way I can express whatever it is right now.

And his eyes widened, "You don't mean you really---"

I don't think he's getting my point, I don't really think he's getting the gravity of the situation here.

"Holy shit." Niall muttered, laughing, "What the fuck did you do? You're not the swearing type, Harry." He even seemed amused.

It eventually occurred to me what was running through his dirty mind. Fuck, was he thinking about me and Taylor doing something?! I blinked a few times, "I did not do anything to her!"

He laughed even loudly, "Oh sorry, sorry, I just —" and then he kept giggling.

"God bless you." I muttered and lied on my bed again, trying to ease up my rapid heartbeat.

November was a month of mischief, too much of it. All those times of playing the wildest war games and all those theories about me. . . and Taylor. Honestly, I've got no idea what's wrong with these people, my friends had been asking me, the people I know, the girls I've talked to during classes, they were all asking the same thing, if Taylor and I are together but we're not so sorry for the disappointment when I always answer 'no.'

The war games had been fun, sometimes I get into the top ten, sometimes I don't. Ajax had been a close-close buddy now, he'd still invite me to that indoor dirt track every once in a while but I still decline. I watched a couple of times and it seemed fine. I am just not in the mood that much.

Their theatre practices started getting a bit more heated up, the gang had been more busy than ever apart from a couple of freelance ones such as me and Kendall.

I've been into trouble, I can't deny that. There'd been a few incidents wherein a fight goes out and I happen to be there. The intentional one was when I was too pissed with Nathan Hallows. . . I uh, got suspended for two days, and those two days consisted nothing but Niall's lections and also from our guidance counselor back home.