Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Nine- Rigidity

Harry is like our own little Tarzan...

'Melony's POV'

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Mentally, I wan't prepared for tonights exchange.

LaFroye has a decent work related relationship with Mr. Vulgette... but you see, Mr. Vulgette is a very ansty guy. Sometimes if you're only two seconds late, you're bound to end up with the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead... or even jammed into your mouth like moi.

And with Harry supposedly shadowing me... Who the hell knows what will happen tonight.

I was sat on a shitty wooden stool watching Niall and Harry go at it on the air hockey table. Linnea stood beside Niall, cheering him on as he was down by two points. I had to admit, even though I have a strong dislike towards Harry, he was fairly quick with his hands and blocked almost all of Niall's attempts to score, and Niall is the best here. I've tried countless times to beat him, but I could never. Damien was always the one to destroy him, but he isn't around anymore. So that leaves Niall as the air hockey champ.

I feel my face fall slightly as thoughts of Damien consume my thoughts. I look down at my hands as my thoughts make me zone out of the room and into my own little planet. In a perfect world, Damien would still be alive. In a perfect world, we would have ran away together and escaped this stupid life. In a perfect world, I would be happy. But, perfect worlds don't exist. Hell, perfect doesn't even actually exist. Nothing is perfect.

"Mel?"

I blink a few times, coming back down from the clouds as I look up at whoever called my name. Ivan stood in front of me, a frown scrawled across his lips as he looked down at me with worried eyes.

"Yes?"

"What's going on up in there?" He asks me quietly, so only the two of us can hear as he taps on his head.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. I know he can tell, he's always been able to, but I know he won't be able to pin point my exact thoughts. That's one thing that no one seems to be able to master. Linnea is the best at knowing my thoughts, though. She can usually guess around it enough that eventually I will tell her what's wrong, but sadly, she's too obsorbed into the air hockey game.

"You're frowning at Linny..." He trails off as he stares between Linnea and myself. "You must be sad that she's moving in with Niall?"

"Yeah, sure that's it." I sigh, holding back a sarcastic laugh at how far off he is.

I've been wanting Linnea to move in with Niall since they first started dating. I can only take so many sleepless nights being filled with their wild animal calls.

I shudder as memories of those nights appear in my head, "Yeah, that's definitely it."

"Aw, don't be sad. My little chipmunk shouldn't ever be sad." Ivan teases as he squeezes my cheeks.

I shove his hands away and stand up from the stool, scowling at him.

"I'm not your little anything, and stop calling me a chipmunk, you jackass."

Ivan bursts out into loud laughter that seems to distract everyone, but Harry. A loud buzzing noise sounds from the table as Harry cheers loudly. I glance over Ivan's shoulder to see the score showing in red lights, 19-21.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Niall shouts at Harry, his mouth slack with surprise.

"Shouldn't have gotten distracted." Harry smirked as he laughed at Niall.