"I'm just sorry, for ever letting myself think I deserved to be happy"
Harry changes into someone he doesn't even recognize. He changes into a boy named Marcel in hopes of feeling what he thinks he deserves.
Miserable.
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"Yeah, then I bet him to a pulp"
The people around Stan act as if they're praising him and I watch in amusement. "Even with a broken foot? That's so brave"
His eyes move to the brunette girl who had just spoke and he nods his head in confirmation. They continue talking about what Stan had claimed happen - due to the fact he had a big bulky cast on his foot - and a small smirk of smugness graces my lips as I look down at the food I'd been playing with this whole lunch period.
The story he had been telling was that he was helping me with weightlifting, and I clumsily dropped it and so apparently he 'beat me to a pulp'. I couldn't help but feel even more satisfied at the fact that he felt the need to lie about what actually happened. I don't care that he won't ever get to know it was the nerd who caused him pain, as long as he got a bit of what he had coming.
There were almost about twenty people at his table and I could just feel how much ego was radiating off of him at the attention he was getting. It was clearly the popular table which contained of all the jocks and a few cheerleaders here and there. But I noticed the three guys who were furthest from Stan, completely ignoring the others conversation.
I recognised them as Liam who once tried to help me, Zayn, who also attempted to help me, and Niall who I've noticed is always with at least one of them. They all seemed to be in their own world, ignoring the bull shit that was just pouring out of Stans mouth and I let myself praise them for that small fact alone.
They seemed to be the only ones who had actual common sense among the large group of morons, and then there was Louis who was a complete wimp. He didn't know how to stick up for himself, he was so helpless and he just let everyone walk all over him. No offence, I mean, maybe he did have a reason for it but it just annoyed me.
I know for sure that he's not the jerk he makes himself out to be. He's proven that by all the sympathetic looks he's thrown my way as well as the time where he first talked to me. He did seem quite normal for a moment - nice, and genuine - then as soon as he knew Stan was near he turned into a complete ass. I don't know weather he does it just to fit in with the crowd but there could be another reason so I'll stop thinking about what it could really be.
My train of thoughts are broken when a voice interrupts. "Hey, you're in extension music right?" I look up to see Niall. When did he get here? I shake my head before speaking. "Uh yeah" I stop when I realise I had used my normal voice, instead of a nasally sound out came a deep raspy one. His eyes widen slightly but I cover it up with a cough. "Uh yeah, I am"
"I was wondering if you could give me your notes. Me and my friends were away" he motions to the other two boys who are watching the exchange hopefully "so I thought I'd ask someone who was most likely paying attention."
I raise one eyebrow at him as he finishes, shaking my head in annoyance before opening up my bag. After a moment of shuffling a few things around I look up to see his gaze lingering on my hand and realise he's looking at the cuts and bruises on my knuckles. Before he can question it I quickly pull my notes out from that day. "Here, just give them back tomorrow" I rush, picking all my items up before rushing out of the cafeteria.
