Silent Cries H.S {AU}

Chapter 3

"Sad people love the rain, because they are no longer crying alone."

                                                                                                            -Unknown

The first week had been very uneventful, I went to classes, sat alone in the library at lunch, Harry talked to me when his bitch wasn't vying for his attention. But thankfully, it was Saturday morning, and I rolled out of bed at somewhere around 5 o'clock after hours without sleep. It'd been a few days since I actually slept, and I knew soon I'd begin my micronaps. But it didn't phase me as much as it had when I was younger. I had embraced my insomnia years ago.

I changed out of my shorts and tank top and put on ripped jeans and a random hoodie, jamming my feet into my old worn converse. I pulled my hood up and grabbed my beats, pulling them on and turning my music up loud as I slipped out of the house.

I walked down the streets, sighing in relief as one of my only friends appeared to comfort me, rain.

I tilted my head back a little as the icy droplets fell down from the heavens, smiling to myself. Rain had always been one of my favorite things. I remember sitting on my dads lap watching storm clouds roll in, he'd point to clouds as lightning struck making sure I got to see it. My mother had always sat inside, glaring at us through the glass as I giggled and actually was happy.

But those days were gone, and now all I had left was the rain. A lifelong companion. The one thing I could count on the bring only the best out of me. Although there wasn't much good.

I made it to a park soon, and found myself a little bench in the middle of it. I happily claimed it as my own and laid out, closing my eyes and lacing my fingers together, feeling the gentle pitter patter of droplets while I listened to some Alice Cooper.

But my peace wasn't long, as I was soon interrupted by someone gently shaking my shoulder. Peeling my eyes open, I found Harry above me, holding an umbrella over us as he bit his lip anxiously. I pulled my beats down and only then realized that the rain had turned into practically a torrential downpour.

"I saw you come out here a few hours ago, and I thought you were dead and got scared." My eyebrows furrowed.

"Hours?" He nodded.

"Come with me, you're gonna get sick and your lips are turning blue." I nodded slowly, still out of it as he took my hand and ushered me close to his warm build, leading me towards where I was guessing he lived.

I let my eyes close and continued to hold his warm hand, head resting on his shoulder as he led me towards a large house with a pool in back. The second I stepped inside, I was enveloped in intense warmth and Harry disappeared to find some towels. He returned quickly, wrapping them around my soaking form.

"Why were you out there in the first place?" He asked, still seeming shocked that I wasn't dead.

"I like the rain." I replied shortly, hearing his annoying bitch of a girlfriend in the other room.

"What the hell did you run off for so fast?" She snapped, freezing as she stepped through the threshold into the kitchen.

Her eyes narrowed on me, and in moments she was standing in front of me with a scowl.

"What the fuck are you doing here, emo?" I rolled my eyes, my teeth still chattering.

"Leave her alone, Macy-" Queen Bitch raised her hand, motioning for Harry to shut up, and then slapped me.

"This is my boyfriends home, you're not welcome to come and cut yourself here." I glared at her and punched her square in the face.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." I snapped. "I'm not here to dance on his dick, so crawl back into hell and cool it." Harry snickered and hid it poorly, but she seemed so stunned at my words that she shut that cock sucking trap and scurried away with her tail between her legs.