Between the Pages

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Playlist - Leave No Man Alive by cassdiel

Har-ry/Har-e/ : noun : my everything by frivck

(A)

I arrive to homeroom late, the unusually long line for coffee to blame. Ms. Skyes looks at me with distaste but doesn't say anything. My usual seat next to Zayn is taken by a blonde who is nodding enthusiastically at whatever he's saying, I hadn't talked to Zayn since he left me at the bonfire, and I had little interest in doing so. Scanning the room for an empty seat, I groan realizing the only open seat is next to Harry; yet another person I hadn't spoken to since the night of the bonfire. Remembering our conversation in his car I wish I had taken all period to get coffee.

"Me," Harry looks anywhere but my eyes, playing with the sleeves of his shirt nervously. I expected Harry to ignore my question and shy away from giving me an answer. The last thing I thought he would say is that I should be hanging out with him, it was such a bold statement for such a timid person.

"You?" I bark out a sarcastic laugh, "I would ruin a boy like you Harry," In the back of my mind I realize that I end up ruining any guy I talk to. But I'm positive I'd completely destroy a decent boy like Harry.

"W-why do you talk about yourself in such a negative way?" Harry's eyes meet mine, something he has rarely done since we met, and I notice how stunning his eyes really are.

"You're a nice guy, nice guys don't handle me very well," I avoid answering his question directly, not in the mood for a powwow on why I should see myself in a better light.

"I'm not a child," Anyone else would've said this rudely except Harry, who makes it sound like an unsure statement. I sigh running my fingers through my hair, unsure of how to explain this to him without hurting his feelings. "Y-ou do that a lot, especially when you're frustrated," I shake my head at Harry, he's full of surprise tonight. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, obviously embarrassed by admitting his observation out loud.

"It's a habit," I shrug, laughing lightly in hopes of making Harry less mortified. I couldn't play with Harry in the same way I did with everyone else, it didn't sit right with me. Granted I still would flirt with him, simply to watch the way he would shift nervously and blush. But he was too nice and too easy of a target.

"You're the only person that talks to me, without insulting me," He says softly, a sad laugh accompanying his statement. "That's how I know you can't be a bad person," I feel my heart drop at his words, and an overwhelming urge to hug the curly haired boy washes over me. The mix of emotions I feel makes me panic, I was going to lose my cool. So I did the only thing I could think of - I ran, hoping to leave these emotions in the confines of the range rover.

Taking a deep breath I slide into the seat next to Harry. He's focused on Ms. Skyes who is explaining why everyone should join some new club on campus. I silently hope that he ignores me for the next fifteen minutes. Pulling out a random textbook I try to look as occupied as possible. The period goes by without me being forced into an awkward conversation and I couldn't be more relieved. During second period I sit with Niall and Louis, who fill me in on what I missed after I left. Apparently Zayn did not come back but his friend Mark did, and ended up puking all over some poor girl. Louis and Niall found it absolutely hilarious, laughing hysterically throughout their story. I laugh with them, rolling my eyes at their immaturity. We continue to talk about different things, getting yelled at the teacher a couple times.

Somehow we get back to talking about the bonfire and Louis asks me a question I didn't really want to answer, "Why'd you leave so early anyways? What happened?" I mentally go over the pros and cons of telling them the truth, and figure there isn't really any reason not to. It wasn't like they were friends with Zayn or Harry.