➳ claude // l.s.

IV

    As Harry was in the car, next to his mother, he thinks about how regrets waking up and going to school. All he wanted to do was just stay at home and sleep. He didn't want to see Lizzie at all today, probably because she isn't over him. And doesn't want to see those annoying assholes creating chaos for attention in school. There's no other reason for that behavior, other than wanting to be the center of attention. At least his first two classes were art, so it wasn't a very stressful beginning of day. He chose art, because he enjoys drawing, even though he's not very good at it. He picked up this hobby a while ago, seeing a lot of people who could actually draw on the internet and he wanted to try to. He came to realize he actually enjoyed it, even if he sucked.

    He exits the car, slinging his backpack on his left shoulder, and darted towards the school, as the weather was cool today. The gusts of the cold wind greeted him instantly, making him shiver. He should have gotten a warmer jacket. He was a bit frustrated with himself as he noticed that the school wasn't warmed at all, yet. And he felt like he was freezing. The morning sky was overcast, making everything a little bit darker than it actually was. Harry skimmed to the class, entering the class at the same time as the bell rang. He is always on time, If there doesn't happen something on the way. Honestly this new life isn't actually very different from his old one.

    He was really upset that there were literally none of his two friends in this class. He wished he had someone to talk to. Everyone in here were literally minding their business, not listening to the teacher, action resulting in the teacher getting really frustrated. The teacher was a calm and kind one, and he deserved more respect. That was Harry's opinion, at least. But it wasn't his fault that the teacher wasn't able to impose respect. He felt a little sorry for him, as he always helped him when he was trying to draw and corrected him kindly. He treated all of his students with kindness, even if some of them were pricks.

    The first hour was kind of boring, since the teacher explained some things that Harry didn't really pay attention to. He just wanted to draw. He checked his phone, knowing that the teacher wouldn't see him, and even if he did, he wouldn't do anything about it. He feels like all art teachers are like this.

    A few minutes before the bell rang, the teacher mentioned something about pairing up. Harry didn't quite understand as he was lost in the Instagram feed. During the break, he met up with Liam and Niall who complained how the whole class all they heard was Lizzie talking and being the teacher's pet. They said they might change it for the sake of their mental health. Harry only laughed at their joke, shaking his head.

    " Your humor is so rude sometimes. " he continued, making the other two laugh proudly.

    " You must understand what we're going through mate! " Liam exclaimed throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

    Harry checked his phone clock, seeing that it was time for his next class. " See you later, guys. I have art again and we're doing some pairing up, I don't know. "

    " Your passions are so boring. " Niall joked, patting Harry on the back, making the curly haired lad roll his eyes jokingly at him, knowing he didn't mean it.

    They were actually very supportive of Harry, even if they knew each other for a few weeks now. Harry met other people, but he felt like these two were the best and chose to continue hanging out with them. Once, he bumped accidentally in Rory and Stephen and they asked him why he wasn't hanging out with them anymore, to which Harry replied: " Did I ever, though? " He knew it was rude to say, but they were just so apathetic to him. He didn't dislike them and their group, but they were uncomfortable to be around. It's just weird.