My eyes wandered around the room, absorbing every fine detail as I looked everywhere but his eyes. “Sophia-”
“Did you get what you wanted?” I asked suddenly, still avoiding his eyes. I was curious, why would he want to hurt me like that?
“What?” He asked softly. I gave myself a minute before responding, looking him in the eyes.
“Is this what you wanted, for me to hate myself so much that I don’t even know who I am anymore?” I allowed my eyes to moisten, water pooling on my bottom lashes. “Why would you want me to feel alone? Why do you tell me I’m nothing if I already know that?” My voice cracked.
“I’m sorry.” His sad eyes fixated on an imperfection in the sidewalk.
“It’s too late. I’m tired of feeling alone in such a big place, I need to leave.” I turned, heading for the door. I felt a hand on my wrist.
“What do you mean, leave?” He questioned, he knew what this goodbye meant. I gave him a sad smile, confirming his thoughts. I left him there, knowing nobody in the world was going to save me.
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10 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you."
"I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model."
"Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar.
"Y-Yeah."
"Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened.
"U-uhm, I dont have-"
"C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on.
Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright.
Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?"
"The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street.
He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry.
Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band."
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Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.