Look at the Signs

Chapter 4

"You and Harry actually hung out? Like just the two of you? He didn't beat you or anything? Just hung out?" Liam asked me as we walked to our lockers. I put my maths book and a couple of other books away into my locker before I answered Liam. 

"Yes. I said this at least three times now Liam. Are you paying any attention?" I asked him. He chuckled and nodded his head.

"Yes. It's just. It's a little unbelievable if you ask me. I didn't even know you two got along. Last I remember you hated each other. Something must have had changed that night at the bar." Liam laughed. I tensed up at bit. He still had no idea about that quick sloppy kiss Harry had shared with me. Or that Harry had mentioned I was cute. I didn't quiet know how to tell Liam or Niall about that whole situtation. And I didn't know how they'd react to it either. So I just kept quiet.

"Nothing happened. He just. I dunno. I guess he doesn't really have any friends since Zayn left. And well there I was sitting alone because my two friends decided it'd be nice to ditch Louis." I brought up raising a brow at Liam. He shrugged.

"Hey, I was with Danielle. And if I had known Niall was going to leave, I would have cancelled plans so you wouldn't have been alone." He smiled and patted my shoulder. He was lying. Completely lying. He wouldn't give up a night out for a good fuck let alone give up a date with a very beautiful tall woman like Danielle. 

"I highly doubt that." I snorted and closed my locker. 

"Hey, it is true." He said as if what I had said hurt him.

"Oh shut it." I snorted. Liam rolled his eyes, but shrugged non the less, probably knew I was right that's why he didn't put up a fight. Liam and I began to walk to our first class and on our way there I had bumped into Harry. He pushed me off of him out of habit almost causing me to fall on my already sprained wrist. I caught myself just in time. He didn't bother to say sorry.

"Watch where you're going next time yeah?" He spat. I gave him an incredious look. Alright. I just felt stupid now. I felt my face heat up and I nodded.

"S-Sorry." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to give me an apology. I guess I can put aside us being friends. I looked up at Liam and he was glaring at Harry.

"He's a prick. Thought you said everything was cool between the two of you?" He asked me. I didn't answer him right away, still in a daze from Harry.

"I- uh. I thought so too. I guess not. It's okay though." I stuttered.

"I can have a talk with coach if y-"

"No, no it's okay." I said with a dismiss of my hand.

"Are you sure, because it's really no-"

"It's fine." I said with annoyance in my voice. "I really don't need anymore people hating me. Really, just leave it be." I told him. He raised at brow at me, but eventually let it go. We got to class a minute before the bell rang, and Liam and I took our seats. 

Class went by quickly to my surprise. A lot of my classes did in a matter of fact. I was in my last class before lunch. Harry was in my class. I was distracted quiet a bit in that class. Not because of dazing off and looking at Harry, but because Harry and one of his stupid friends continued to throw paper at the back of my head. I dealt with it at the end of the class though. I waited out of the class until Harry came out. I grabbed a hold of his arm and tugged him so he'd turn around.

"What?" He spat at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Really? You're just going to pretend that us hanging out never happened? That we actually got along yesterday?" I asked him curiously.