Chapter four.

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harry's pov:

I leave the classroom. That was to weird. Me and Louis have to work together. together. And we have to talk and everything. I'm scared. He's so beautiful and I-I can't. 'new one'  he already calls me names. Louis' probably like those popular kids. Like those guys who bullied me everyday. I hate school. I hate people. I hate myself. I hate everything. The people on this school probably already made up their minds about me. Louis' words replays and replays. 'new one'

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A long day passes. I had chemistry class, french, math and other things that I don't really like. Although I liked music class, music is probably the only thing that intrests me. I love to sing, but I don't show anything. Nobody cares anyway. Nobody ever cares.

I see my mother driving towards me. ' Hi son, how was your day?' she askes me while I get in the car. 'It was okay.' I sighed. 'Oh, did you made some friends?' she carefully asks me. 'kind of, I met Liam. We had English together.' I say. 'He sounds nice.' my mom answers. 'yeah' I say while I noticed we're already home. I immediatly go upstairs to my room. This day was horrible.  finally home. I grab the box under my bed.

now can I do it.  I have to.

no one notice anyways.

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