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Chapter 11

The roast is unbelievably good; I have to stop myself from moaning.  

'Lylah, what do you like to do in your spare time?' I look at Liam to see him looking at me as well as everyone else, I try to ignore the feeling of the walls closing in on me and focus on answering the question 'uh..I-I...just read, watch TV or go on my laptop.'

He smirks 'not an outside side person?' I smile, clearly embarrassed and shake my head 'no, not really.'

'Whys that?' my throat goes dry and I turn to harry. He didn't tell them.

Should I lie? Although I feel like I'm finally making progress in making friends and I don't want to lie the first time meeting them plus I'm the worst liar, people are always able to see right through me.

I stare at harry and concern is written all over his face, I can everyone's eyes on me and I swear I can feel bile rise to throat.

'Do you want to tell them?' harry whispers, a million thoughts run through my head and people around the room  know there's something were not telling them, it's too late to make something up now 'could you?' Surprise takes over his face but he nods and slightly smiles 'of course.' 

I don't want to be here while he's telling them; I hate the pity on people's faces and the judgmental looks. 'Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?' harry shakes his head and gives me directions to the bathroom.

As soon as I leave the room I feel like I can breathe but I instantly lose that feeling when I picture the reactions of everyone. Will they treat me differently? Will they even want to hang out with me anymore? I'm overreacting right? Yeah of course I am.

I find the bathroom and lock it once I close it behind me. I lean over the sink and take deep breaths, you're okay Lylah, just keep breathing.

I turn on the tap and wash my hands. I think Harry's friends are different, well at least I hope they are. Everyone I've told has left me behind and I don't want a repeat of the past. 

I dry my hands on hand towel next to the sink but my attention gets turned away at the knock on the door. I hesitantly unlock the door and sigh in relief when I see Mia.

'You okay?'  I think for a second before nodding 'I think so' she nods and places down the cover of the toilet seat before sitting down on it. 'When Liam asked you why....you turned to harry...instead of me, you've never done that before...'

'I'm sorry Mia, it was rude of me to ask for Harry's help, I just...I don't know why I did that when we've been friends for ages. I'm so sorry. '

She laughs, I'm so confused. 'Lylah, I'm not mad at you! I think it's a good thing; a step forward if you like. You've never really turned to anyone of your friends but me, you don't trust anyone. But you trust Harry.' A smile forms on her face and I can't stop myself from blushing.

'That doesn't mean anything!' A cheeky grin forms on her face and I can tell what she's going to say.

'Ly this is a big deal! You met him what? Like a week ago and you already trust him, that's never happened before with you! I see the way you two look at each other, you can't tell me nothing's going on there.'

I smile and rub my hands down my face 'I don't know Mia, he's the first guy that's ever given me attention, maybe I'm just confused.'

She frowns 'err what about your friends Rick and Tim?' I roll my eyes 'that was different.' Her eyes widen 'that's the bloody point Lylah! He is different from the other guys you know' I lean against the wall and cross my arms.

Before either of us can say anymore there was another knock on the door 'can I come in?' I know that voice from a mile away, Harry.

 'Come join the party' Mia says sarcastically and I just shake my head at her.