For the past 4 four hours I had done nothing but think of the ways I should lead harry down, but each of these thoughts did nothing to my content instead made my heart sink.
I've had continuous lectures one after another and didn't get much time for myself, even during the lunch interlude my mind kept wandering off to the thoughts of a certain curly headed boy.
All my hours had gone awfully slow with me giving the students some written work while I spent my time distracting myself by grading the performance earlier.
I reckon it wasn't the best of distraction when harry's name came in front of me. I smiled remembering what a tremendous job he had done but soon enough his cold glare hiding the obvious hurt underneath it came to my mind and I gave up, not grading the rest.
With only ten minutes left in my last hour, the students were peacefully working on the question I had given while I was once again drifting to the image of me breaking Harry's heart even before I could have it.
The thought itself had me absolutely gutted but it was something that had to be done. I was convinced that this was for the best. I couldn't risk his life, I didn't care much for my own.
I was well established to begin again but I was also aware that harry wouldn't be able to handle it.
Glancing at my wrist watch I made up my mind: I will gather all my strength and talk to harry. Today.
I packed my stuff and threw my work bag over the shoulder and dismissed the hour by giving them some pages to read and quickly made my way to the gates of the university, hoping I'd catch Harry before he left.
I didn't have to wait for a long time as soon I saw harry's friend zayn walking toward the exit.
"Mr.Malik!"
"Oh hi Mr.Tomlinson," he said in a resenting manner which I thought was a little weird
I didn't notice the other student standing next to him whose name I recall was liam so I decided to greet him as well
"Mr.Payne," I say with a nod which he politely returns.
"Is there something you wanted to ask sir?" Zayn questions
"Actually yes, I was wondering where your friend Mr.Styles was. I need to discuss something with him"
They both exchanged a look for a second, after which liam answered.
"He should be out in a moment. He shares his last hour with my boyfriend Niall"
"There they are" Zayn pointed toward the two boys heading in our direction. Harry carrying Niall on his back, evidently goofing around. The sound of his laughter, even in the hubbub of the surrounding made my heart flutter.
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