More Than This (Harry Styles) {COMPLETED}

Chapter 7: My English Teacher Mr. Olson

Hey guys!

Chapter 7 was an 'okay' chapter... i am dragging my events out too much... DON'T WORRY THE ACTION IS COMING NEXT CHAPTER! I PROMISE! I don't know when I will start chapter 8. Hopefully by tomorrow... I will probably be done with it by either Sunday or Monday. Hope you like it! Enjoy!

<3 Jenn

P.S.: YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO LOVE CHAPTER 8

Chapter 7: My English Teacher Mr. Olson

Harry Styles’ P.O.V.

“Hello.” Simon answered the phone with a low and serious voice.

“Hi, Simon! This Harry speaking.” I spoke into the phone, feeling a bit awkward and unnerved about the previous news report.

“Oh, hi, Harry! Did you speak with the rest of the boys yet?” Simon’s voice changed from serious to lively just like that.

“Yes, I have, and they all agreed to doing extra performances.” I said. Pictures that I just saw on the television screen were lingering in the back of my mind.

“Oh, okay. Can you and the boys come in tomorrow morning before rehearsals so that we can discuss the schedule of your performances?” Simon must have been typing on his computer because in the background, I could hear the sound of a keyboard being used.

“Oh yeah, of course.” I let out a loud yawn after a long day of negotiation and wrestling with Zayn. I was tired even though it was not even four o’clock yet.

“Thanks, Harry!” Simon said into the phone.

“No problem.” With that, the line on the other hand went dead.

I was purely exhausted. First of all, I had a restless night thinking about Emmarose. Secondly, I woke up somewhat early to speak with Simon. Lastly, Zayn attacked me, and there was a full out wrestling match. Now, my neck is stiff, and all my limbs are sore. All I wanted to do now was go up to bed and take a nice long snooze.

That is exactly what I did. I marched right up the stairs and turned straight into our room. Without a second thought, I hopped into bed and fell asleep. I was able to fall asleep easier now that I knew that I was doing something to help Emmarose. However, the burden of saving her was growing on me, and my dreams were still unpleasant. I didn’t even understand why I had this urge to help her. As I was dreaming, her picture kept on flashing through my mind as she screamed for me to help her. I was chained to a wall as I watched her die.

I woke up in a cold sweat, and I was panting. Was there something more that I was supposed to do? I looked at the clock that read 6:49 P.M. I had been sleeping for only two hours. My mood quickly changed when I smelled food that must have been cooking downstairs.

I hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, excited to see what was being prepared for dinner. To my surprise, everyone was at the dinner table except for Zayn and Matt. I was assuming that Zayn was still sleeping. When I hopped into bed, I didn’t even notice that he was there. Matt  was still out visiting some family members, I assumed.

“Hey there, Harry!” Louis looked up at me. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table eating some kind of pasta in white sauce.

“Hi.” I yawned as I said my ‘hellos’.

“Where have you been?” Liam asked, looking up from his plate.

“Um... sleeping?” My answer came out as more of a question.

“I’m off to my room.” Rebecca got up, put her plate in the sink, and stalked off to her room.

I myself was famished, so I quickly grabbed a plate and dumped some pasta onto it. It smelled delectable. Everyone else was finishing up dinner except for Niall, who, I assumed, got up for thirds or fourths.

It was just us four now, sitting at the table eating quietly.

“So how was the commotion with Zayn today?” Louis looked up from his plate after scraping off every last bit of sauce. “I heard that it was a great show!”

Everyone looked up at me, amused.

“What happened to Zayn after you woke him up with the air horn?” Niall looked at me with curiosity in his face. I guess he was too distracted by his bowl of oatmeal at the time of the commotion to pay any attention to the ruckus that was going on.

“Where do I start? Ah, well, I wrapped an air horn in duct tape to wake him up, and before he could completely realize what the loud sound was, I darted out of his room. Then, I accidentally ran into Liam and fell over, and Zayn caught up to me. Then, he began attacking me and clawing out my face.”

Before I could finish my innuendo, Niall interrupted. “WOAH! Seriously?! He actually clawed out your face?! I don’t see any scratch marks on you!”

One word to describe Niall- naïve.

“Well, no, he didn’t. But I am sure that he wanted to. Well, back to my story. Liam, then, pried him off me since it turned into a wrestling match.”

Once again, before I could finish my innuendo, someone had to interrupt. “SUPERMAN!” Louis screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Okay! Stop interrupting! I am almost finished with my story! As I was saying, since I had woken Zayn up for a purpose, I just explained the plan and asked him if he was okay with it.” I finally managed to get the rest of the story out before someone else interrupted.

“Woah, woah! He wasn’t angry or anything afterward? Knowing Zayn, he would not be too happy or pleasant if someone woke him up like that.” Louis said with complete bewilderment showing on his face.

“Well, no. He was kind of grumpy and cross afterwards, but I guess he thought it was for a good cause.” I said with much frustration in my tone.

Niall got up and, again, went for another serving of pasta.

“Oh! Before I forget, Simon told us to meet him at his office before rehearsals so that we can make a schedule of our fundraising performances.” I said, finally able to take my first bite of the delicious pasta.

“Gotcha!” Liam said, then got up from his chair to put his plate in the sink.

I sat there in the silence eating while Louis and Niall had an on-going conversation about who knows what. Carla Hersch was lurking in the back of my mind. Emmarose’s picture kept on flashing through my head. The pictures of the markings that supposedly Carla made on the bodies found during the autopsy were reappearing every time I blinked. All the evidence and information they had were interfering with my train of thoughts.

“Harry? Yoohoo!” I blinked out of my reverie to find Louis’ face only inches from mine. Startled, I pushed my chair back a little too fast.

Plunk.

“Louis! Why did you have to do that?!” I groaned as I got up from the ground and put the chair back in its proper position.

“We were asking you a question but you respond!” Louis answered with frustration evidently showing in his tone of voice and facial expressions.

“Sorry. What was your question?” I bluntly reckoned.

“We asked if you had any suggestions for what song we should do for the finale!” Louis put his hands on his hips, showing all the more attitude.

“Nope. Now that I think of it, I have no clue.” I honestly have been so caught up these past couple of days with Emmarose that I completely forgot about the X Factor finale.