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fifty-eight

Harry didn't come to his classes the next day, nor the day after that, nor the one after that.

I tried my best to convince myself that it wasn't a big deal anymore, and that surely it didn't concern me anymore, but I couldn't help but grow more and more worried as the days passed. I could just hope that he'd made up with Niall, so that he would've had someone to side with him when things got rough - as they clearly did.

I started checking if he was there as soon as I entered the classroom, a wave of disappointment - in the whole situation - hitting me as soon as I realised that he wasn't. I almost asked Niall what had happened, but then I reminded myself that it was no longer any of my business.

When the fourth day since our argument came he finally entered the class, a bit later than usual, but still unbothered as ever. He opened the door without knocking, making the teacher stop in his tracks with the chalk still held between his fingers, and calmly made his way towards the desk next to Niall's, not even sparing a glance to the rest of the class.

I stared at him for some more seconds, but then I decided to go back to listen to what the teacher was saying, not wanting to get called out. It really shouldn't have mattered that much, but to me it felt like the aura of the classroom had shifted in the second Harry had set foot inside.

"I'll have you know, this is starting to become pitiful" a voice next to me said, and I turned my head quickly, finding myself almost glaring at the baby blue of Ella's eyes. "Just saying" she added as soon as she took in my reaction, her eyes widening. "If you're that upset about having argued with him why don't you just go there and talk to him?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to" I said in a whisper, sending a quick glance in the direction of our maths teacher to make sure he was too distracted to pay attention to us.

"Then why do you keep looking at him as if he'd stolen part of your soul or something?" She murmured back, giving me a little shrug.

I repressed a chuckle at the absurdity of her words. "I don't do that" I replied, but I couldn't help but send a little glance in Harry's direction again. "It's not that easy" I said with a sigh. "It just wouldn't work between us. We clearly have no future."

"Why does everything always have to be so deep with you?" Ella replied, tapping the back of her pencil on her desk. "Just have some fun in the moment and call it a day."

"That would just be a waste of our time" I said, furrowing my eyebrows, not understanding how she could be so careless at times. I wasn't the kind of person that enjoyed having some quick fun with someone, just to forget them and move on a couple of months later.

She rolled her eyes. "Are you actually telling me that any time spent with someone like Harry would be time wasted? He could literally come here and ask for a pencil and not even that would be time wasted."

"That's... different" I said, turning my head and starting to pay attention to the teacher again. In the short time I'd been distracted he'd already changed topic, and I started flicking through the pages of my book to discover that he was explaining.

"So you're done with him for good?" Ella asked again, not understanding that I was already done with the conversation, and I glanced at her again.

"I guess so" I replied, shifting my gaze to the teacher again just to realise that he was sending me an admonitory glance. "Why?"

She gave me a little shrug. "Well, Aiden and I are going to a party tonight, do you want to join? It's better than lying down on the bed of self-pity you created for yourself the whole night."

"I don't know" I said, uneasiness evident in my voice. I'd never had the best luck when it came to parties. The idea of going to one without Harry by my side scared me a little bit more than it should've.