never let me go..

chapter 3:

The bell went for first period and I made my way over to the music rooms. I loved music. It was the one thing I could do that would make me forget about everything. It was my daily escape and I loved it. Harry was in my music class and he was an amazing singer, and when I say amazing I mean AMAZING. He had the best voice in the class along with his mates Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall. They were all great guys and we were pretty close. I didn’t sing though I played piano. When me and harry were young me and harry used to put on little shows for our parents. He used to sing and I used to play along to the piano. Those were the days that I missed.

“And Hayley your up” my music teacher called out to me. I got up and walked over to the piano and started to play a Coldplay song called the scientist. As I played, for some weird reason, I always closed my eyes. Force of habit. I finished the song and opened my eyes and everyone applauded me. I took my seat next to Harry and he patted me on the back. “Good on ya Hazel Hayley” he said whilst nudging me playfully on the shoulder “you haven’t called me that since we were 7” I smiled back at he and we both laughed at his nickname for me. “Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall you’re up” Mr Gregory called out. The boys all stood up and sung one of my favourite songs. Chasing cars by the snow patrol. They all sung it perfectly, but there was something in the way that Harry sung the song to me. It was magical.

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I felt his eyes stare into mine when he sung those lyrics. I was frozen. I couldn’t look away. His emerald green eyes were hypnotizing me. Dammit Harry. Why do you have to be so perfect? They finished the song and everyone applauded them. They sat back down and I have Harry a side hug “nice job curly” I said messing up his perfect chocolate brown curls. Damn he was perfect. “Thanks Hayley” he said flashing that perfect smile at me and fixing that perfect hair. Stop it Hayley he’s your best friend. Nothing else right? “Hayley? Hello? Earth to Hayley?” Harry said while waving his hand infront of my face. Oh crap. Was I staring? That’s embarrassing. “Oh… sorry I was just… umm” I rambled on “I get it I’m just irresistible” he said like he was the king of the world. He was right though he was irresistible. “In your dreams Styles” I said just as the bell rang. I got my stuff and headed to 2nd period.

I walked into ancient History and took my seat next to Ellie. “hey what happened to you yesterday Hayley?” she asked “I looked at my feet and I let a tear roll down my cheek “hey Hayley it’s okay, you can tell me anything” “I… I just can’t believe it happened…” “Hey, come on we will ask Miss if we can go outside for a while “O-okay… thanks Ell” “It’s alright”

Me and Ellie went outside and talked about everything and what happened. I was a mess. I really didn’t want to go back to class so I went to the front office and asked to go home because of family issues. She called up mum and she came to pick me up and I went home. I was up in my room all afternoon crying my eyes out. My phone kept buzzing but I ignored it. An hour later I went down stairs and saw mum sitting on the couch reading old letters dad had sent us form the army. She had tears in her eyes. I went back upstairs and looked at my phone. 6 missed calls and 4 new messages. All from Harry.  

Message 1: hey Hayley where are you? You’re not in class, what’s up? Xx

Message 2: Hayley where did you go? Are you ok? <3

Message: 3: Hayley seriously where are you and why aren’t you answering your phone? Please answer xx

Message 4: Hayley... are you ok? Please answer <3

I decided to call him. We talked for ages and told him where I was and why I wasn’t replying. He told me to meet him at the park so I met up with him. I had a quick shower and put on a pair of faded blue denim jeans and my flowey white top and slipped on my converse.  Quickly blow dried my long brown hair and walked out the door.

“There you are! I was starting to think you weren’t coming?” he smirked pulling me into a hug. I just broke down in his arms and cried my eyes out. “Hey it’s okay Hayley” he said while rubbing my back. “no I don’t think it will be” I said shaking my head and looking into his eyes “yes it will be” he said “you never know he still could be out there somewhere, he is a fighter and he is strong and just know wherever he is he is thinking of you and your mum and that he loves you very much okay?” “Harry thanks so much” I said hugging him. We walked off and sat down under the same tree we used to play in when we were younger. “The good ole’ tree” Harry said as we sat down underneath it. “Yep, those were the good days hey curly” I said nudging his shoulder. We reminisced for a while before we started having a normal conversation. We were talking about who we liked. At this point I knew I had feelings for Harry. I always have I was just too scared to admit to it because it would completely ruin our friendship if he didn’t feel the same way, which I’m sure he didn’t. He was the school heart throb and he always had a girl wrapped around his finger.

“Hmm… I don’t fancy anyone at the moment…” I lied and he looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes. “C’mon you gotta fancy someone” he said hoping I would change my answer. “What about you Mr Styles?” I said hoping for the right answer. But then again what was the right answer? “umm… well I do fancy Chantelle, and I’ve been talking to her for a while now… we kissed last Saturday and I think I really like her… should I go for her?” my heart dropped. I was disappointed. But then again I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I should be happy. Right? “I reckon you should go for it” I said smiling “okay well… should I ask her out to dinner tonight? Or is that too forward?” he asked confused “wow haz…. Your whipped” I said “shut up and help me” he said laughing and playfully knocking our shoulders together. “Fine, where were you thinking of taking her?”

 I quizzed him for about 25 minutes and he finally called up Chantelle and asked her out. A part of me hated that he was going out on a date but another, bigger, part of me persuaded me to be happy for my best friend.