It's been a strange day. I have no idea what's going on with the world anymore. Nothing really is happening, I look at the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until the last period of the day starts and the talent show. Eleanor is sitting beside me and is writing down ideas for some project coming up. I haven't really been all there since I read that letter. Harry has been in classes, at least the ones we've shared. He sits in his usual spot in the back of the room. Eyes always on me, I never look back though. In gym I would sneek a glance at him, and he would be looking at me.
He does look different. Hollow and dull eyes, with pale almost sickly skin. I felt bad for him, I have my cuts and scars now and he has nothing.
"Louis... Louis..." Eleanor waves her hand in front of my eyes and I flinch.
"Sorry."
"It's fine, what's going on up there?" She asks me.
"Not much up a ticking clock."
"Oh, so, monotone. Why are you counting?"
"After this class is a talent show, and I have to be there." I answer and look back up at the clock. 7 minutes.
"Okay, and?" She looks up at the clock too.
"And, something is going to happen." I smile at the thought. I can't believe I've turned into one of those girls. you know what I'm talking about, the ones who will do anything for the one they love. And always take them back, not saying I'm going to.
"Good or bad?"
"Good." I turn to her and see her looking some what happy. "Hopefully."
We sit there in agony as the minutes tick by, it feels like forever. Six minutes. Things start to wonder inside of my head, all the possibilities. What Harry is planning, and is good? Five minutes. Could he be planning a way to hurt me even more, is it worth it. Could he be planning a way to humiliate me? Four minutes. Then out of no where a few lyrics come to my mind.
'They say that true love hurts
Well this could almost kill me
Young love murder
That's what this must be
I would give it all not to be sleeping alone
The life is fading from me
While you watch my heart Bleed.'
"At this time we would like to say the Talent show will be gin in a few minutes. Please have a nice afternoon." The intercom shouted through the silent room.
I stood up and fumbled with my books. They nearly topple out of my grasp but I recover. What an idiot I must look like, probably a laughing stock. No one notices though, lucky me. Quickly I rush out of the room, feeling like I'm going a million miles an hour. Stopping at my locker I rush to open it, it doesn't budge. Cursing myself I turn it again, this time it pops open and I shove everything in. Shit, I feel it start to come and it's a big one.
I look through my locker as fast as I can as my head starts to split in half. The pain is horrid, pained tears start to cloud my vision. They aren't here, why do i always give my pills to Eleanor. I look up and slam my locker shut, she is at her locker. I run to her and she flinched away, far enough for me to get the pills. I choke them down within seconds. Looking up I see a few people giving me strange looks.
'What's your problem freak.'
I knew it wouldn't stay away for long. Lovely.
"Louis, was it bad?" I turn around to see Niall standing there. Eleanor is practically giving him a death glare.
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