Behind The Curtain (Larriet Stylinson)

Chapter Three

A/N:

I think I'm addicted to writing this story.

Lucyloo xx

Harriet's POV:~

I was awoken the next morning by the sudden, manic beeps of the alarm clock by my head. I reluctantly pushed the quilt from my legs, feeling the cool whip of air around my shins.

I turn off the alarm.

Light floods into the room through the simple lilac curtains, giving off a calm feeling for my dizzy morning head. I stagger over to the cabinet at the other end of my room, pulling open the drawers and getting a clean pair of 'Cool Harriet' clothes out. If I wore my normal clothes to school-it's bye bye cheerleading squad.

I pull out skin tight black leather leggings that shine in the sunlight, and a tight, lime green crop-top labeled with 'New York College Campus' From a cheap shop in Cheshire. Pulling up my socks, I check the time. 7:42AM.

I still got time.

I quickly pull out a script for the next big drama club meeting, where we are given parts for Romeo and Juliet-our next performance for the arena.

Every year for drama club we have a big pantomime performance of a chosen Shakespeare play. We go to the Sheffield Arena and perform in front of everyone, so luckily enough for me, no one from school sees me.

I read out my favourite line, a smile on my face as I do so "Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?" I walk around my room, raising my hand and smiling like a maniac.

This is who I am.

Snow falls gently out side. Landing elegantly on my shoulders. I notice a perfect snowflake on my coat, this must mean a good day. The snow crunches under my boots, I listen to the beat of my footsteps and watch the rhythm of my breaths as they fan out in clouds of air in front of me. So much is going on in my head from last night. Louise's words play over and over in my mind.

"See you around."

What does she mean? She can't possibly want to see me again. She's Louise Tomlinson for Christ's sake.

Why didn't I bring a jacket? It's at least minus five this morning.

I can't keep on a single thought today. My mind drifts off to Louise again. When she placed her hand on my thigh. The gentle touches. Louise.

I shake away my thoughts as I enter the school building. An instant rush of heat comes over me from the central heating.

Thank God for electricity, I think to myself.

I drag myself over to my friends, who stand in their normal corner of the hall, in a zombie-like fashion.

"Hi," I yawn.

Lucy Hemmings, Lila Payne and Cora Ball turn to face me.

"Woah," Lila chuckles " What happened to you?"

"Did you actually sleep last night?" Lucy chirps in her thick Aussie accent.

Thick, black bags hang under my eyes, I didn't put my makeup on either. My hair frizzes in a thousand different directions, guess i forgot to brush it. Whoops. At least I brushed my teeth.

I laugh, "I don't even know," another yawn escapes me.

A chorus if laughs erupt in my circle of friends. I managed to find the nicest cheerleaders to become close to.

I freeze. Out of the corner of my eye I see Louise and her 'gang' walk by, their tattoos and piercings stand out like the colour red in a sea of blue.

She looks my way, her eyes bare into my soul I'm sure. My drama is showing through. She turns her head without another thought. I shouldn't feel this pang of disappointment In my chest, I shouldn't, yet I can't get rid of it. Of course she wouldn't want anything to do with me. Me, snobby cheerleader Harriet. Why would she? I'm nothing special. Tears force their way to my eyes and i fight to keep them from falling.

I sniffle.

Her group stands across from us. I force my eyes away from her.

Keep focus on your friends.

Don't look, don't look.

My eyes flick over to her. She's already looking. I avert my eyes.

I try to make conversation.

"So...Fun cheerleading session last night..."

They all nod before breaking into deep conversation.

I try to listen, my mind drifts off to Louise as do my eyes. I watch as her mouth moves to the words she speaks. Her hair floats side to side as her head moves.

She looks to me, her eyes bright-like her personality-I think to myself.

She flicks her head, motioning towards the care takers closet. She turns on her heels and starts towards it.

"Um, I'll be right back..." I make my way to the closet. Ignoring the girls confused looks.

I push open the door. Louise sits in the far corner, her back up against the wall. She motions me over to sit next to her. I oblige.

She smiles. I try my best to avoid the cleaning tools that litter the floor. Louise stands to help me. She reaches out for me. I didn't notice the small roller ball under my foot and I slip, hurtling forwards into Louise. She grabs my under arms and we fall to the floor, knocking down many pieces of equipment.

We land with a crash on the floor. I land on top of her, her arms are around my hips and her hand rest on the crest of my back.

I blush like mad.

"Oops," I bite my lip.

Our faces are inches apart.

"Hi," she blushes.

The punk girl reaches up to brush a piece of hair out of my face. Her fingers brush gently along my cheeks.

Tingles.

I feel a bubble of laughter in my stomach and I can't control it. My laughter comes out uncontrollably, it isn't long until Louise is laughing too. I let my head drop so it rests on Louise's shoulder, I feel her chest rising and falling as she laughs along with me. She smells like perfume and ink, an odd mixture.

I sigh, she sighs too.

I crawl off of her and we sit side by side, shoulder to shoulder, on the floor amongst the mess of cleaning appliances.

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My laptop opens with a click. I open Facebook and Twitter as usual. I scroll down Twitter and retweet some stuff before going onto Facebook. My news feed is full of crap as usual. A friend request pops up.

Louise Tommo Tomlinson wants to be friends.

I accept faster than I can process what just happened.

She sent me a request? Why?

I guess we are sort of friends now.

My Twitter icon flashes.

Tommo_2412 tweeted: Who knew Cleaning Closets could make for such cute memories. #Cutecuddles.

That has to be about me.

I favourite and retweet. That won't be obvious and awkward will it?

A/N:

This isn't my best and I'm tired

Sorry :3

But hey! They're becoming closer :D

Lucyloo xx