Abandoned Swing ▸ Leigharry

|Chapter 6|

Harry's Pov

"Alright class, today we're going to be talking about how the human brain works." Great. This class was so fucking boring that I wanted to go to sleep right on the desk. Some kids already took a head start and have drool hanging out of their mouths.

"There will be no sleeping in my class." Mr. whatever his name is took a ruler and smacked it down loudly which caused everyone to jump out of their seats. I smirked at his and twisted the rings that were on my fingers and watched these sleepballs get up from their nap.

"Wake up sleeping beauties. This is Science not Nap time." I raise my hand having a question and he motioned to me.

"Yes Mr. Styles?"

"Can we make it nap time? Because this lesson is boring as shit." The class sniggers and his face turns a light shade of red. My smirk grows and I watch him come closer to my desk.

"Wanna take a seat?" I joke motioning to my lap. His eyes squint at me and his face comes close to mine.

"No but I know where you'll be having a seat. In detention." He has a grin on his face waiting for me to say something but I just stare back at him. "Promise?" I ask tilting my head. The class is laughing and the teacher looks around him and they all return to being quiet again. Wussies. I would be laughing my ass off.

"Now that's 2, you know what matter of fact go out into the hall. I don't want you disrupting the class any more." he points towards the door and I'm more than happy to leave. I gather my stuff and pat him on his back.

"See ya chubby."

"Out!" I chuckled under my breath and walk out of the classroom sitting against the lockers. First day here and I'm already getting kicked out, goals accomplished. I bring my knees close to my chest and lean my head against the lockers.

I start to think about my old life back home. Where I would drink non stop and smoke until my lungs would closely give out. I didn't choose the life though. Typical me, blaming my issues on other things, but this time it was real.

How would I be able to forget about that stupid swing. Its just simple equipment that you would find in any other park but to me it was something else. It was like I lived in this other type of world that no one knew about and that swing was the pathway to it. I know it doesn't make much sense to most people, especially to my girlfriend when I talked to her about.

She said that I was just going to crazy or that the weed was getting to my head. But that wasn't it, even when I was sober I still thought these things. However maybe I do need help with this. Am I just imagining everything over some stupid little swing?

"Hey, what're you doin out here?" Her soft voice rang through my ears shook me out of my thinking stage and I put back on my bad boy act.

"Got kicked out." I watched her brown eyes roll as she slowly sat next to me. She was holding her arm as she talked to me and I couldn't help but keep looking at it.

"Why're you out here?" She sighed and looked in front of her.

"Well, let's just say volleyball isn't my best sport. Or better yet any sport isn't my best except gymnastics." She stifles a laugh and I smirk watching her smile. Her hair is up into a bun and her Carmel skin glistens showing that she just finished exercising and it makes a lump grow in my throat. I take my lip ring in between my lips and looked at the empty hallway around us.

"So, how'd you get kicked out?" She asked letting her head fall so she was looking at me. I glanced at her and cleared my throat. " I might've back talked to chubby in there." She furrows her eyebrows and a grin comes upon her lips.