➳ claude // l.s.

XVII

i'm honestly so in love with writing this story x
& i'm so freaking happy that Louis isn't with SYCO anymore, fingers crossed for 23rd of july
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It's been a few days since Harry's parents got home and it was visibly obvious that things were back to normal. His parents' city break really helped, since his father wasn't acting like a jerk and the tension in the house lacked, thing which brought a smile to Harry's face and lifted a weight of his shoulders. He spent a little more time with them than usual, talking to them about what he did in the past week without their presence home. He was careful enough not to slip up about that incident, that felt like a faded old memory still haunting his mind from time to time just enough to remind him that it's still there. But he tried to push it in the back of his mind, and lock it in a chest and forget about it. Harry needed to push it behind so it won't bother him and allow him to act like a normal human being. It's only been a week and a little since it happened and now every time he saw Louis, he was less and less afraid of him, his stubbornness and pride taking over and trying to impose himself. And it depended if Louis pissed him off or completely ignored his whole existence. But it didn't really matter to Harry, since he lost even that slight interest in him, realizing that he doesn't need that kind of negativity in life.

    But sometimes... it felt weird being ignored by Louis. Is it because he's so used to his constant bitchy attitude? Probably.

To Harry, it has been a really boring week. Everyday he did the same thing. Wake up, go to school, come back home and hang out with his friends and then go back to sleep. It's been a little stressful since he had a lot of upcoming tests in the following weeks, so when he didn't hang out with the boys he studied.

Today it's Friday, which means he'll go partying with the boys. Most of the time, parties are hosted by Louis, obviously, since he was the most popular kid in their school, but this time it was some kid's Harry didn't get the name of, but Liam and Niall insisted he went. " Ok, but I'm not drinking. " " Come on, lad, you'll miss all the fun! " " I don't need to resume to drinking to have fun! " was the main part of the conversation between the boys. Harry didn't really want to drink, taking in notice what happened the last time he did. But maybe he'll give in to the pressure and do so, since he can't help himself when everyone around him is.

    " With this t-shirt... " Niall paused as he pointed at his ' I hate Mondays ' white t-shirt. " I don't need to say no more. "

    Liam looked at him dumbfounded, eyebrows furrowed. " Today's not Monday. "

    Niall turned to him, a pout present on his pink lips. " Yeah, but still. " he runs a hand through his blonde hair, the roots already grown, signing that he needs to go soon and redo them.

    " Alright, let's get to class. One more hour of suffering. " Harry told both of them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and pulling them in friendlily, squeezing them just the slightest.

Of course the last class always had to finish the slowest, the minutes passing like hours. Harry couldn't keep still in his seat, constantly squirming around or doodling, either way, he didn't pay attention to the teacher. At some point during the hour, he found himself biting at his nails, eyes falling on the clock pleadingly, watching as several minutes passed. It was all so quiet, the only thing heard being the clock's loud ticking loudly in Harry's ears, leaving loud echos behind them, the never ending scribble on paper, that made Harry's eyes wander around, frustration beginning to prickle. It was all like it was directed in his ears, purposely annoying him and making him want throw a book at the teacher's head. He just wanted to leave right there and then. And he even stopped writing in protest, his hands tired from all the effort, so he just took his phone out of his pocket, being in advantage since he was in the back of the classroom. The boy constantly dragged his sight up to the front, so he wouldn't arise suspicion, then quickly refocusing it on his screen.