Fireflies

Chapter Two-Harry

"Excuse me?" We asked in sync. She has to be kidding. I'm not baby sitting Mr. Perfect. Penny can't pair me up with him. She sighed. "You two are polar opposites and you both need to expand your horizons. "Penny, I get what you are saying. Really, I do. I just don't want to be stuck with Mr. Perfect until he gets that life isn't just books." I could feel his face changing with every sentence. "Harry, it's not just for him." Penny said. "Mrs. T not to be rude, but I agree. I don't want to be attached to a guy who doesn't even know simple division." My fist tightened. "Take that back pretty boy." I growled. His head lowered. "Sorry." he barely mumbled.

"Stop it! The both of you are going to work together on a mural and I want it at the end of this quarter. Got it? Great. Get out of my class." I snatched up my sketch book and stormed out of the class. Niall was jogging after me. "Wait up!" He yelled. Huffing, I turned and saw him right behind me. "Look, just paint something and leave me alone." I said turning around. He grabbed my arm and turned me around. "Look, I don't want to this either but I need a better grade." A small line formed where a smile is always plastered. "I can help you with your math." He offered. I smirked at him. "I don't need anything from you." I went to turn around but he yelled at me. "Whatever but I need you."

I tensed up. "After school meet me at the skate park." I said at him before walking away. The bell rang through the halls.

School finished and I jogged down the stairs. He stood there with that spoiled birch around his arm. He laughed and smiled with his friends. They all admired him. No one is ever that happy. He's whole perfect persona can't really him. At least not all of him.

Throwing down my board, I skated off. The skate park was my only safe place. I sat on the curb and listened to music while looking at the math homework. Damnit. None of this makes sense. I shoved my books back into my beat up bag. "Algebra was hard for me too." I jumped and turned to see Niall. "Come on Mr. Perfect, we got work to do." I swung my bag around my shoulder.

We walked through town until we reached a coffee shop. "Why didn't we just meet here?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Cause had to meet someone at the park." I lied. "You're lying." He deduced. I scoffed and trudged into the alley. "W-What are we doing here?" he asked nervously. "See all the graffiti?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. What do you think it means?" I asked pointing to one. "Um. It looks like a bunch of fireflies in a field." I huffed. "That's what it is but what does it mean?" The patience in my voice was wearing thin. "Um, that fireflies are pretty at night? I don't know!" I groaned. "You are worse than I thought." I said rubbing my temples.

We walked out of the alley and a red pickup pulled in front of me. "Shit." I whispered. Niall started freaking out but tried to act cool. "Hey Hassan!" Zany said hopping out of his truck. "What do you want Malik?" I groaned. "I'm busy." I said. "Looks like you and me are something in the past. You have a new blonde boo now huh?" He sneered. I laughed. "He isn't my boyfriend. Not my type." Niall was looking at me and Zayn with wife eyes. "Neither was I at the time." He said tugging lightly at one of my curls. "Anywho, what are you doing here? Trying to impress Blondie here?" I cringed. "Look I was showing him the graffiti. He is a close minded idiot and I am trying to get him out of his own ass." Niall huffed but I ignored it. "We are leaving." Zayn pushed me against the wall and I cringed. "Without a kiss goodbye?" My breath started to get short and my heart started getting faster. His lips were right above mine. "Get lost." With that he let me go and me and Niall walked away. "See you soon Hazza!" He yelled at us.

We reached the park and Niall lost his shit. "WHO WAS THAT?! IS HE YOUR EX?!" I smirked at him. "You sound jealous." I teased. Red crawled across his pale face. "NO!" I rolled my eyes. "Look. Just don't worry about him. He's an ass." Niall started to calm down. "Wait you're gay?" Idiot.

"Sorry Mr. Perfect, we don't want you associating with any one suspicious, now do we?" I yelled. He just looked at me. "Whatever. Get lost." I said. "Um, I didn't mean it in a bad wa-" I screamed at him again. "I said get lost!" His mouth dropped slightly but he just walked back to his car.

Skating home was always fun considering my home isn't very far. There was this little girl that always waved to me in a window. I waved back. A band practiced in a garage. Sometimes I would stop at the candy shop at the corner. Being home sucked. I lived in a falling apart trailer. I didn't have heat but I didn't care.

I got in the shower. I was freezing as usual. My torso still had the bruises from Zayn. Down my side was a long cut. I rinsed my hair and washed over my scars. Most of them weren't from Zayn...

My couch seemed more uncomfortable then usual. Zayn kept popping in my head. His smile that I love and his laugh that scares me.

"Useless! You are useless!! You are lucky you have me! You are nothing without me, Harry! Are you listening?" He pulled on my hair forcing me to look at him. "Hazza why are you crying? I love you!" He looked at me as I sat on the floor. "Don't you love me?" His voice was sincere. "Of course I love you Zayn!" I said as if it was obvious. His hand came and smacked me up the head and I fell to the floor. "Then why can't you do the one thing I ask?" I looked up at him. He kicked my in the ribs. "Hazza, you just have to give them the money and they will give you my pills." He leaned down and rubbed my curls. "How about this, if you get them for me, I will split them. They will take all the pain away, okay?" I nodded. He kissed my head. "I love you Hazza." He whispered. He left my house and me lying there. "I love you too." I said as he slammed my door.

My whole body jolted up. My shakey hands ran through my hair. I wobbled to the bathroom where the blood covered razors sat on my sink. I reached for them and cut into my wrist. It made me focus on that pain instead of the memories of him. I slashed into myself several more times till I was satisfied. I took out a pack of cigarettes a lit one. I inhaled the smoke and sighed. Jesus, I'm fucking stupid.

My phone buzzed. I looked over. "Josh Calling..." I quickly picked up. "Harry?" He asked. "It's me. You got some?" I asked rubbing my arm. "Yeah, tomorrow meet me at the skate park under the big ramp. Be careful, Zayn is on my tail dude." I shivered and inhaled my cigarette. "Just as long as I get my Shit, I couldn't care less." I declared. "Alright. At 3:15. Be any later and I won't be there. Got it?" "Yeah." I said. He hung up and I groaned. I don't have enough money. All I got is thirty and I need fifty. Mr. Perfect! Maybe he won't be such a pain after all..

AN: Oh god I am horrible. I hope Zayn still loves me!! Anyway! Please comment what you think! Feedback would be great! So that plot is finally taking off and I will be updating soon!!