Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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"I have detention, so see you tomorrow ok?" I told Harry where we were sitting in the bathroom with the door closed. I just had to check his bruises, full of guilt as soon as I realized how big they were. He nodded and then asked, confused, "Why do you have detention?"

"Oh, well, I got caught texting with you," I said helping him up.

He frowned, "Oh gee sorry !! I did not want to-"

"It's okay love, but now I better go," I sighed leaving him a little kiss on the lips.

He nodded as he hurried out. I waited thirty seconds, just in case, then headed for room 607. when I entered I was shocked to see Eleanor.

I joined her sitting next to her, "What are you doing here?" She winced slightly at the sound of my voice before laughing, "Shit Louis, you scared me! And Niall told me you had detention and so I decided to join you! " I looked at her, dazed, what the hell? lately it had become increasingly clingy and annoying, to be honest. I sighed and she lit up approaching me and pressing a soft kiss on my lips before saying, "I can't wait for tomorrow night, it will be perfect."

"Silence!" shouted the teacher. I gasped, giving Eleanor a fake smile, "Yes, perfect." Until Harry finds out.

***

I sighed, relieved as soon as the teacher let us out. Free at last. There had been dead silence for two hours, apart from Eleanor who kept whispering sexy things in my ear. Well, she thought they were sexy, they actually had the strange power to de-arouse me. I shook my head and picked up my bag and headed for the teacher. She looked up, eyebrows slanted, "Yes, Mister Tomlinson?" "Could I get my cell phone back?" I asked, trying to be civil. She closed her book and placed her arms on the desk, her fingers intertwined, "For the past two months you have been a nuisance, disrespectful, intractable, irresponsible ..." I looked out the window as she spoke. My mind wandered around Harry. He was so cute, which may sound like an insult to a guy, but it was the perfect way to describe him. He was lovely, understanding, sweet, lovely, and I could go on forever. I loved the way he was with me even when I hurt him. I didn't want to, obviously, and I think he understood that. He was always really tolerant of me and didn't have too much trouble when I had to be rude to him. My attention returned to Mrs. Daniels as soon as she finished speaking, "Do you understand?"

I nodded trying to sound convincing. She sighed and opened the drawer, handing me the cell phone. I nodded to her, "Thank you, have a nice day!" I said and I walked along the corridors. I practically got to the door when someone yelled, "Louis?" I turned and met a familiar figure. I didn't know exactly who it was, but somehow I recognized him. But instead of the usual sweet brown eyes, they looked angry and ferocious. I replied confused, "Yes?" He takes a step forward and before I know it he slammed into my locker screaming, "What the fuck is wrong with you ?!" I sighed, in pain, with a grim look, "What's wrong with me? What is wrong with you, you mean. Who the hell are you and who gives you the right to attack me? " "Oh, don't you recognize me? I'm Liam, Harry Styles' best friend, your boyfriend! " he grinned, "That's the person he's been crying with for the last few hours! Who gives you the right to torture him like this? " "Did he tell you we're together? What the fuck is your problem? It should remain a secret! That idiot! " I felt my fist tighten along my side.

Liam gasped, "Did I just tell you Harry cried and all you care about is your silly secret? Do you care about him, at least? Do you at least love him? "

"Of course yes!" I frowned furiously at the lack of confidence he had in me. I pushed his hands off my shoulder, where they had held me. He laughed at me, "Oh really? Because it seems to me that you are using it! " I turned and hit him on the face. He backed away in shock as I gave him a fiery look, "Don't even try to accuse me of using it! He means the world to me!"

"So stop hiding it! I honestly don't even understand why he's with you! All you can do is make him feel bad and treat him like shit. Have you at least tried to think about how it feels? Did you at least take him on an appointment? " he asked angrily. I thought about it for a moment and then bit my lip, shaken with guilt. "You see?! You've been dating for two weeks and you haven't taken him out yet! He just comes to me with tears in his eyes, saying that you always act like he doesn't exist and that you feel like a terrible boyfriend! It hurts me damn well to see him doubt himself! You take advantage of his feelings and continue to betray him! "

"It's not treason!"

I yelled furiously. "Yes it is, asshole!" snorted Liam, "You're crazy! If you loved him you wouldn't care what people think! You're just a manipulative idiot who only cares about his fucking reputation and who doesn't care about continuing to hurt the people he says he loves! He deserves someone to love him and treat him like a sweet guy like he should be treated! "

"And would you be the right person, am I right?" I commented sarcastically with my eyes in the sky. "Actually yes," he stiffened with wide eyes. I gasped, but soon grinned, "Yeah, I'd be perfect for him. Unlike you I love him, I could take him out and be with him even at school. Unlike how you do, all you do is hide it and act like it's something to be ashamed of! I honestly don't know what you find in you. " And with those words he walked away, leaving me there offended and confused. I felt my eyes tingle with tears, but I brushed them away.

***

"I got a call from the principal," my mom said as soon as I walked into the house. I ignored her, throwing the bag by the door. She glared at me, "He said you were grounded, that was the reason for your delay."

Once again I remained silent and put the phone down on the table, knowing that it would be confiscated from me. I walked quietly to my room and once the door was closed I went to the bedside table, opening one of the drawers.

I grabbed a photo, one of me and Harry taking selfies in my room. I smiled. We looked so happy! Why did Liam say Harry wasn't happy?

A tear ran down my cheek, falling on the photo. I closed my eyes and sat on the bed. Was I really an idiot? Was Harry really that unhappy? or was Liam lying? He had admitted he had a crush on Harry, so maybe he was trying to make me feel guilty about leaving him. But what if Harry had given up on me for Liam?

I couldn't have endured such a broken heart ... but maybe it would have been better for him? I was only capable of hurting him, hiding our relationship, and making him cry. Liam could have held him, kissed him and loved him, he could have made him happy unlike me. But I was selfish. I didn't want Harry to leave me. He was mine and it would remain so. Liam had better back off.