antidote; minishaw

one

Harry's hands won't stop shaking.

Whether it's from the nerves of stepping into that dreaded school, or the two cups of coffee he's had this morning along with a third in his hand, it's bad, and it's caused him to almost spill the dark liquid all over his jeans at least three times when going to take a sip.

With a heavy sigh and a soft, annoyed kick to the inside of his car, Harry reluctantly turns the key to shut the engine off and slides it out, dropping it in his school bag along with the countless books and pens that already weighed it down a ton.

He visibly winces at the weight on his shoulders as he gets out of his car and slides his backpack on, already being sore from dancing this morning, so it only added onto the ache throughout his whole body, which probably is what forces him to take warm baths almost every night.

"Hey, look, the little queer isn't even strong enough to hold his own book bag, pathetic."

Harry snaps his head to the left, towards the voice that came from no other than olajide olatunji himself, who was currently walking past with his little posse of what Harry likes to call: the junk rats.

He wants to speak up for himself, he always does, but his mouth just opens and closes, no words seeming to be able to come out in defence.

"Huh, pitiful." JJ laughs before continuing to walk along, his group following with him, but not before Harry lifts his head up and meets the cold, hard eyes of Simon Minter.

Harry doesn't know much about Simon, only that he's associated with that group, which made him an automatic dislike in his mind, though he did know that he was the lead singer in a band, and any sort of artistic talent tugged Harry to be curious about a person.

"Simon, hurry the fuck up." The tall blonde snaps his gaze away from Harry and instead jogs to catch up with his group, leaving Harry to just shrug to himself and sigh, waiting a few minutes until he was sure they were gone before he started to walk towards the school, dragging his feet with each step.

He shoves his earbuds into his ears and turns the music up to max volume, the small bit of bass from his solo music causing his whole head to vibrate, or so it felt, as he plays it on repeat and does the steps over and over again in his head, not wanting to forget anything.

Usually he'd walk into school with Vik and Tobi, his two guy best friends, or Freya and Gee, his two girl best friends, but today was Friday, and all of his friends knew Friday was a no-go when it came to Harry.

Every Friday, he either had dress rehearsal for the school play, which lasted more than three hours, or a late night rehearsal at the dance studio, which included his solo and the group dance he was in for that weekend.

Luckily, this week was a dance week, so he had no dress rehearsal to go to, but he still had to remember every step in his solo and the group dance, or else he'd get an earful from his choreographer for the group at rehearsal tonight, which he was in no mood for.

Harry skips a bit with each step now, humming softly along with his solo music as he pushes through the heavy front doors of his school, leading him into a hallway full of unhygienic, obnoxious and snobby students that he hated even being in the presence of.

He receives dirty looks, as always, at his outfit choice, but he just brushes it off, letting his music drift him into another world now as he stares down at the floor, watching his discreet feet movements that matched the steps in his dance.

He hears his favourite part of the song coming up and decides to step, then spin, a small spin that was barely noticeable, but one that disorientated him enough that he smacks right into someone, spilling his, luckily luke warm, coffee all over their shirt and his own.