Can you love a ghost? // H.S✔️

6. Louis

I back away from the blanket, not really understanding how I should be feeling. I back away so much I back into the wall of my bedroom which makes me jump.

I let out a gasp and hold my hands to my chest and look around the room. I have no explanation to the blanket or the name label. This obviously wasn't Harry's blanket, it can't be. I leave the room as fast as I can and take the stairs two at a time.

"You ok? You're as white as a ghost" my mum looks concern.

"Mmhmm yup. Fine. I'm fine" I fake smile and leave the house and wriggle the car door handle impatiently waiting to get in the car. We both get in and she stops and looks at me.

"What?!" I shout staring straight ahead.

My mum shrugs and turns the key in the car and starts the short drive to school. We don't talk the whole way there but I can tell my mum is itching to say something. Ask me what's wrong or why I'm feeling agitated.
I get out the car and slam the door shut and walk to my morning room. I sit next to the brown haired boy who's name I've learnt is Paul. All Paul's are bastards I think to myself. Mr Payne talks to the class about after school activities and that we should all try and involve ourselves in them. I couldn't think of anything worse spending more time here than I have to. The bell rings and I look at my first lesson of the day Physical Education I moan.

I find the activities hall and step in and follow the girls into the changing rooms. I get changed into my shorts and polo top like everyone else and head back out into the hall. Red bitch is giving me dagger stares so I give her a smirk and wave at her to which she rolls her eyes and sniggers to the girl next to her. Her friend Rachel.

Class is over quickly, we played netball which isn't my strong point but I sucked it up and got on with it. I stay back and chatted to the teacher as I've not met her before and after I make my way to the changing room. Everyone else has left for free period, and I'm left getting dressed on my own. I pull on my skirt and socks followed by my shoes.

I take my top off and fold it up and put it in my bag and pull on my shirt I do up the buttons and realise when I get to the top that I have two massive holes cut into my shirt around my boobs.

Fucking great I say to myself. That bitch has cut into my shirt. It's a warm day and I left my blazer in my locker. I do up my tie and am slightly thankful that I'm wearing a decent bra it's just white and lace. I pull my bag over my head and leave the changing room with my newly altered shirt. It's a good job I'm confident with my body I think as I leave the hall.

I walk down the corridor and everyone is sniggering at me. Haven't they seen a girl in their bra yet? Bunch of virgin pricks.
I walk past red bitch and knock shoulders with her.

"Oh something happen?" She questions with a smug look on her face.

I just want to punch her into next week. But I can't I need to be careful where I step. My mum worked hard getting me into this school with my past record. I stop in front of her and smile sweetly.

"Oh this?" I grab hold of my boobs and watch the disgust cross her face. "No nothings happened yet, but I can't guarantee it won't when your boyfriend sees me, he took quite an interest after the wet t-shirt competition you organised" I smirk past her before she had a chance to say anything and I head straight over to Louis and his friends.

"Woah, erm Hols, er, you know I can see your bra?" I stand in front of Louis as he's darting his eyes anywhere other than at me. He looks cute when he's trying to be discrete which he is failing at miserably.

"Mhmm, Yeah you can thank your fucked up girlfriend for this pleasure, I don't normally show off my bra until at least the second date" I wink and brush past him making sure i make contact with his arm.