Again

Chapter 31.

"I thought he drives a motorcycle?" Emma asks, as we wait behind the glass doors of our school. I shrug. The fifth period just finished and I'm on the edge to see Harry again. It feels like a free fall without any security that would assure my safety.

I convinced Emma and Heather not to come with me outside, but they insisted to stay at least near me. And I'm certainly not against it. I grip the handle of the door way to hard, my palms sweating in anxiety. I wish I could have it under control and I wish I never kissed him. This is my own fault, I thought I would be strong enough to not lose my overnight build self-control but I'm not. And the worst part is that my lips now longer for the moment of his lips on mine again.

"There he is," Heather whispers and I can feel her hand on my shoulder. Her brown eyes show her usual softness and I smile. The car parks and a familiar figure gets out. I smile and walk outside. The air smells like rain and leaves which makes me inhale deeply. Students walk across the place, talking and laughing with their friends. Some listen to music while sitting on the benches around the school eating or studying.

There he is, in a red jumper and a white shirt. The only resemble he has to Harry are the black jeans. I make a confused face, to which Andrew laughs and pulls me into a big hug. I wrap my arms around him, smiling into his chest. Excitement and disappointment run through me and for a moment I don't know which feeling is heavier. Why is he here? And what if Harry gets here any given moment and makes a scene? He might tolerate Andrew, but you'll never know with him.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, I don't want to sound impolite but why would he come to me while I'm in school?

He grins at me, turning around and reaching into the car. While reaching he pushes the sleeves of the jumper up and I think I saw something black. My eyes grow big when he turns back around and I see him with my backpack. The familiar eyes are even more vibrant under the few sunbeams that make it through the heavy clouds on the sky. It's like the clouds suddenly decided to leave.

I take it, pushing one strap over my shoulder. "Thank you. But where did you get it? I thought.."

"That Harry would bring it?" he finishes the thought I was too embarrassed to finish. I should be thankful that he brought it to me, he saved me from a tensed and awkward talk. But my heart still gets heavy at the mention of his name and I can feel warm and familiar burn of a blush on my whole face. He seems to notice and grins slightly.

"We randomly met and he asked me to. He said he had other stuff to do.."

"Asked? Or more like demanded you to?"

The corners of his lips twitch up, little creases appearing around his eyes. "More likely 'left me no other choice'," he laughs. "We are being watched by the way."

I frown, turning around to follow his eyes. I burst into laughter when I see Emma twisting her hair while trying to act casual as she notices us starring and Heather not even trying to hide it. "I think you're doing a great job in impressing."

He snorts. "It's not like they haven't seen me before."

"Well the only times they saw you were in either drunk or in a hospital so.."

"Speaking of Hospitals," he begins and I can feel my face falling. He notices, but too late. "Look, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But he's not feeling very well.."

"Did you visit him?" I ask, confused. If I recall correctly he is one of Harry's friends. Well, maybe not friends, but he knows him. I kind of imagine their group as two gangs.

He shakes his, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jumper. "No, Niall told me. He thought that because I know Harry I may have your phone number," he explains, and the blood comes rushing back into my cheeks.

"Look, I won't ask you about Harry or why he had your backpack. But give me at least the chance to tell you that he's really not the right guy to associate with. He's bad influence."

I gulped down loudly. "Yeah," I look away. "I figured."

"Hey," he whispers and I can feel his hand on my shoulder. It's a calming feeling, nothing like the feeling of Harry's skin on mine that shots waves of electricity through my whole body. It's friendly. "How about we talk about this over lunch? Tomorrow maybe? I think Finn would love to see you."

"I don't think he would, we kinda of aren't friends anymore..."

The corners of his full lips dug upwards. "He asked for you, Mia. And you wouldn't want to miss the chance of lunch with me would you?"

I laugh and he squeezes my arm again before removing it back into the pockets of his jumper. I nod in agreement, before he hesitantly moves forward and wraps his arms around me. I hug him back, his hug comforting and warm. He smiles again before he climbs into his car and drives away. And as I look after the car I turn my head towards the sunbeams letting them warm my face for a few moments when I suddenly feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

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A/N.: who do you picture as Andrew? Love you all! XO