suicidal, harry styles

three

Kathy

*are you free this afternoon?*

The message from Harry pops up on my phone screen. I try to grab my phone out of my bag without the teacher noticing. She's busy with her lesson she isn't paying attention to where I sit, which is pretty far back.

*Sure am. What have you planned?*

*Nothing special. I'm about to enter your class to give Mrs. White something.*

Right when I get the text, He's in the room. I turn to the door and can't help but smile when he looks at me first. "Yes, Harry?" Mrs. White asked. "I have the forms you wanted printed, Mrs. Baire asked me to bring it to you," He reaches the front of the room and leaves them on her desk. She thanks him and he walks away. "Harry, put your phone away," He winks at me before apologizing from behind. I try not to giggle since the class is so quiet. I texted him back when she continued.

*Nice to see you again, Styles.*

I write down the homework assignment into my agenda.

*Nice to see you, Brooks. All the way in the back of the room, Huh?
Get away with anything ;)*

*Sure do. Now go learn something*
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"Harry, this is not what people call 'nothing special.' It's beautiful."
He has taken me to what he calls his 'secret hiding place.' I used to have one of those. "When I was little, me and my sister would play and have picnics here. I would push her in the lake and she'd make me apologize," I laugh. I try to lay on the tree but it's just too rough and it makes my back burn from the cuts my father has placed there. "You can lay on me, I'm softer," Well, obviously. I move closer to Harry and lay my head on his chest. He wraps an arm around me, it would hurt if I was laying on his arm. It wouldn't be comfortable either. We're so close, obviously maybe not a friendly close. I don't think friends do this. Do they? I have no idea. But since we are, I guess they do.
Harry begins to tell another story, "Gemma and I came here when we heard about my parent's divorce. We ran out of the house and found this place. We laid just like this. I thought that I'd never see one of them again. I was only seven, I didn't know I got to see both,"
There's a story I didn't know.
"Yeah, I kinda get how it feels, I thought my parents would divorce. I couldn't stand the idea then, but now I want it more than ever," Harry plays with my fingers. "You need to get out of there," Harry states. "What do you mean?" I get up a little and I'm now laying on his shoulder. "You need to get away from him," As in my father.
"I tried. He found us," I sigh.
"You're going to live with me, you and your mum," What? "Harry, I don't think we could. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything," He shakes his head, "You could never. And my family likes you," They do?
"Well, my dad's going to be gone for another day," He got up and helped me by grabbing my hand and pulling me up, "Better start now,"
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