Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 4

That Monday morning on our first day of school, I was in a terrible mood. I hated these days, and the fact that Niall wasn't here to help me through it, like he had been for the past 12 years wasn't helping my mood. However, a certain curly haired boy was crossing my mind, and if I was lucky we were in the same school. I mean I was sure Harry was Maya's friend and Liam and Maya were both students at Colombia so perhaps all her other friends were too. If not at least I had Maya. Shit, Maya. Maya was still sleeping, and we had our first class in less than an hour.

I walked to Maya's room and knocked on her door. "Maya?" I asked, but only silence came from behind the door. Great. I slowly opened it and raised my voice a little. "Maya?" I asked and waited for an answer that didn't come. She sure was a heavy sleeper. I didn't have time for this. "Maya?" I asked as I headed over to the drapes to let the sun shine through the window. A grunt left her mouth.

"Sorry to wake you, but school starts in 30 minutes." I said softly. Unsure of how she would react. I still didn't know much about her, but I knew she had arrived home late last night and she probably hated me for waking her this early.

"I don't want to go!" She complained like a little child and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Cmon, it'll be fine. Besides I don't want to go without you," I tried. Hoping she would just jump out of bed and get ready. Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky.

"Good, then we can stay in bed all day and watch movies," she encouraged and as tempting as that sounded, I couldn't stay here. Absence on my first day of school was unacceptable and I needed the scholarship I had luckily gotten.

"Maya, please," I begged, him and she dragged herself out of bed.

"Fine, but only if you've made coffee," she told me, and I gave her a smile.

"Of course." I couldn't go any day without my coffee. It was essential for my morning routine, and apparently it was for Maya's as well.

I had just picked up some books from the library when some idiot ran into me making me drop all of them. A scent of a cologne I didn't know filled my nostrils, but as I looked up I didn't see anyone. Instead, I saw a head of curls running down the street towards the head building.

Harry.

With skinny jeans and the same leather jacket I had seen him wear two nights earlier, I was certain it was him.

Had he not recognized me? I wondered picking up the books from the ground. Maybe he had just been busy, and I had been in his way. After all, I hadn't been paying attention to my steps either. However I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't even have the decency to stop up and apologize. I shrugged the thoughts off deciding with myself that I was overthinking things. I would probably meet him later, and a smile crept over my lips at the thought of that.

In class though, my smile vanished when I watched him enter the classroom and our eyes met for a short moment. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. He had been crying, and I desperately wanted to know why. He looked at me for a short moment before he shot his eyes downwards to the floor as if he didn't know who I was. I looked down in a bit of embarrassment. What was going on? Why had he been crying? And why didn't he recognize me? Had I done something to piss him off? Because I didn't recall doing that. And though I might have worn an ugly work uniform last time he saw me, I didn't believe there would be a reason for him not to remember me.

The look he had given me was stabbing through my chest opening an old wound because it reminded me of my grandma. She had worn the same look lying on her deathbed. She had looked at me with fear and confusion written all over her as she didn't remember me any longer. She was terrified about what was going to happen to her. Harry looked at me with the same fear and confusion, and I refused to believe it was out of not knowing who I was. Something went much deeper, and he was hiding something I badly wanted to know about, yet a part of me felt like I needed to stay far away from him. For once, I felt like I needed to do things on my own, but part of me knew that was most likely impossible for me