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Chapter 14.
Two days.
It has been two days since I decided to just let Harry go, and do his own thing. I mean, I am kind of dissapointed, but in reality he was a complete asshole, and I was nothing to him. Why should he be anything to me? That's the problem though.
The problem is that Harry made me feel ways i've never felt before, and he constantly sends chills down my spine, in a good way of course. I can't help but constantly crave his plump lips, and have dark thoughts creep through my mind, wanting every inch of his body.
No, that isn't me. I am going to focus on school, and forget that even happened. I can find better guys, I don't need him. I do not need some psycopathic bipolar asshole. I am completely okay with the way things turned out .
Am I?
Yes.
Yes, I am. I am constantly battling with my thoughts, I want to do right, but I am finding myself in the wrong. From this moment on, I am doing what is right for me, and that isn't Harry. He is a storm i'm not getting blown into.
*
"Baby, he's fucked up." Carmen says, breaking my thoughts. I previously told her about what happend, and she was very happy with the outcome. I promised I wouldn't see him anymore, and she thanked me.
I still think it's odd how her mood with Harry suddenly changed, but I choose to not complicate things by forgetting about it.
"I am already done with this term." I groan, pulling out my notebook for literature. We have to write a short story about whatever we want. That's so preschool, but at least the work isn't too hard yet. I'm satisfied.
Carmen doesn't say another word, placing her headphones in, beginning to type up an essay for her chem class. I, on the other hand, am sitting here trying to write a short story.
I carelessly scribble a random story, and turn off my light on my side of the dorm room. Carmen gets so frustrated when I go to bed early, but I can't help it. Back home, when there was nothing to do, I would just fall asleep. So, my scheduele is constantly me sleeping when I don't know what to do.
I roll over, and stare at my wall blankly. University has just begun and in the past three weeks I have been to parties, and havent even properly focused on my work. I am done with parties, I am done with drugs and people who do them. I am sick of constantly doing things I shouldn't be doing... If my father saw what kind of guy Harry was, he would freak out.
Harry.
My mind always goes back to that toxic boy. He is literally a bomb, constantly ready to explode. I can't help but want to be as far away from him as possible, yet a part of me pulls myself towards him, ready to obliterate in his path.
**
The walk to pys-ed feels as though I am running a marathon. I need to get there as quickly as possible. I don't want to see Harry today, even though I know it will come sooner than later. I have pys-ed at 12:00pm every morning, followed by Literature at 2:15, and religion at 4:00. Some days I will have dance, like Tuesdays, Wednsdays, and Fridays.
"Hey, Baby!" Louis calls, as I step into the gymnasium. I politelty smile and wave, turning my head away from him afterwards. I try my best to walk past him without having to stop once again to actually engage in a conversation or something, because it will most likely be about Harry, and I don't want to think, see, or speak about him at the moment. "Wait up!" He says, and catches up to me, pulling my arm for me to turn and face him.
"What?" I say sharply, and he steps back and dramatically throws his hands in the air, causing me to roll my eyes at him. "If this is about Harry, then I don't want to talk about it, I don't care." I huff, and he gives me a sad look.
"Look." He says, and I roll my eyes and begin to walk to the change room, but before I can get in the doors, he steps infront of me. "Harry can be a complete dick, and I can promise you it was the drugs talking. Plus, he said he's never trying speed again..." He goes on, but I cut him off immidiately.
"Save it, if he wanted to apoligize, he can make an effort to come to me, because I don't need him making you say things." I say, stubbornly holding my ground. Actually, I am in no way being stubborn because Harry is simply being an asshole.
"He didn't." Louis says, and I am shocked at his words. Before I can ask what he meant, he says, "I noticed he was pissed off about what he did, and I figured i'd talk to you about it, he didn't make me say anything." He says, and I don't really have a response to that to be honest. I just awkwardly nod, and head into the change room.
The class passes quickly, as today we did our beep test. I got up to level 11, not my best, but certainly one of the best in the class. My teacher told me that I was one of the best in class, and that makes me really happy.
I check the time, and it is finally time for lunch. I decide to text Niall and ask him if he would like to spend lunch with me.
*Lunch?*
Immediately he responds with a 'yes' and I begin walking across campus to the local bakery. I turn the corner and I see Niall, lost in a book. I smile as he pushes up his glasses. I sit next to him, and he looks over and gives me a huge grin, showing off his braces.
"Baby! How are you?" He asks, and we have a casual conversation about dance, and uni generally. We're interrupted by the sound of people rushing and screams. Niall looks at me, and then we get up and turn the corner, to see two young men fighting. I watch one of them punch the other one in the face repeatedly, and the other one is not moving, or even defending themselves. Eventually somebody pulls them apart, and the dean comes running through.
"OFFICE." His voice booms, "Everybody don't stand around like idiots! Leave!" He yells and the two guys make their way to the office with the dean.
"That was insane!" I say to Niall, and he nods. "They could have killed eachother!" I add, and he agrees. We walk away from the scene and enter the local sandwich shop.
"How is Harry?" Niall asks. Why does everybody have to bring up Harry? Why can't he be forgotten?! I roll my eyes and try to change the subject.
"What are you ordering?" I ask, and Niall doesnt push it with me.
