Wherever You Are

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

A paper note?
A paper note in my locker?
A paper note in my locker from Harry?

This is getting weird.

"I need your help. It's urgent."

It doesn't seem like Harry. But he didn't come to school today. Or is it from yesterday? Why would he- oh! Shit! Maybe... no, why he would ask ME help for that?

I wouldn't take him out of trouble with some guy that wanted to stab him.

— Hey everyone! — I turn around and I see Pamella standing on a table — Since it's my birthday, there's party at my house tonight, show up around 6 pm. Bring friends, bring friends of friends and bring yourself of course. — she flips her hair and holds Sydne's hand to jump out of the table.

Liam appears opening his locker, which is next to mine — Are you going?

— Going where? — As I didn't know.

— To Pamella's party.

— No, I'm going to stay on my pretty little couch.

— You are not!

— I am, look at me! What am I going to do in a stupid fancy party on crutches?

— Have fun!

— With crutches?

— Yes, with crutches.

— I am not.

— C'mon!

— Liam...

— C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! — he starts jumping holding my arm.

— Be careful, my wrist.

— I'm sorry — he gently holds my wrist and kisses it. — Will you come?

— No.

— Bella!

I turn around and I start walking towards the front door.

— Where are you going?

— Home. — I say already walking.

— On foot?

— It's 10 minutes, Liam. — I say still with my back turned to him.

— Not with crutches.

I turn around.

— Sarah gives us a ride, I'll call her — he says as he walks to me.

He puts a arm around my shoulders and starts walking — Let's go.

— What would I do without you, Liam?

— Eat, shit and sleep. — he looks at me laughing.

— That would be great! — I smile to him.

— Hey Liam, Bella! Wait! Aren't you forgetting about me? — behind us, Steve complains jokingly.

We turn around and Liam says — What? No, I was just saying that we had to meet you? Isn't it, Bella?

— Yes it is. I can assure it to you, Steve. — I shake my head saying yes.

— You two are rascals!

We three laughs.

[...]

When we end having lunch, Sarah turned to me.

— Aren't you going to see Harry upstairs?

— Harry is already here? — I hope not to look as startled as I was.