Lead Me To Your Heart


5. Out

The bell rings and I pull out my schedule from my back pocket. Harry does the same. We walk until we are standing just to the right outside the open auditorium doors. I lean in close to Harry and he does the same so we are both touching shoulders. I read my schedule, holding it out in front of me so Harry could see it. I glance over at his schedule and smile. Harry looks up, grinning too.

“We have the same classes the rest of the day, I can’t believe it,” Harry says as we walk to the 300s building. “I know, oh, Harry, this is Eli, my friend,” I say as we approach Eli. Eli was waiting, watching us.

“Harry, it’s nice to see you again,” Eli says, forcing a smile. “You too, Eli,” Harry says. And the look in their eyes got me curious. “Lets so before we’re late,” I say after a moment of my two friends having a stare down. “Yes, lets,” Eli says and off we go to science.


Science and the whole rest of the day were boring. Every class, I would sit in between Harry and Eli. And throughout the day, they would give each other death stares. I figured not to barge in and ask Eli or Harry later. By the time lunch had come around the rain had stopped and I was starving. But I couldn’t eat because of course I forgot money. Harry had offered me some but I refused.

But, Harry being a nice friend he is, bought me a slice of pizza. When the bell rang for school to get out, Eli had to go quickly because her mom who was in the parking lot waiting. As for me and Harry, we strolled out of class.

It was cloudy, but definitely no chance of rain. “Good first day of school, Lyka?” Harry asked, wiping a piece of hair that fell in his face. “It was fine, the only part that was amazing was music.” I say smiling. “I agree, when did you learn to play piano?” Harry asked. “Oh, way back when,” I say grinning, “but I stopped taking lessons about five years ago and have been learning on my own since,”

As we stroll, nearly everyone is out of the school. We walk by the auditorium, but stop when we hear a music. I turn to look at Harry. “Who is that?” I ask in almost a whisper. “I’m not sure, lets go see,” Harry says and grabs my hand.

He walks quickly behind the auditorium to the back door. Luckily it was unlocked, so Harry quietly opened it. He held the door open for me and I snuck past him. I walked, bent a little, over to the curtains, that were bunched together on both sides. I hid behind the right, which gave me a good view of who was singing.

Mr. Tomlinson was on the piano playing and singing to an unfamiliar tune. It was amazing. I got into it so much, I didn’t hear Harry behind me until I felt warm breath on my neck. I turn my head and sure enough, Harry was squatting down behind me watching Mr. Tomlinson.

“Oh my god Harry, you scared me,” I yell in a whisper. Harry just smiles and puts his finger to his mouth, telling me to be quiet.

When Mr. Tomlinson was done, he just sat at the piano. After a couple minutes, he got up and started walking towards us. “Run,” Harry yells in a whisper and grabs my arm. We make it out of the building before Mr. Tomlinson sees us. When we get outside, Harry and I start cracking up.

I don’t know why, but Harry’s laugh made me laugh and visa versa.

When we caught our breath, Harry and I made our way out of the school. “He’s good,” I say. “Very,” He replies. We make it to the front of the parking lot and stop. “Where are you going?” Harry asks. I point to the direction of my apartment. Harry smiles, you live in the apartments?” Harry asks.

“Yes, how did you know? Are you stalking me Harry Styles?” I gasp. Harry chuckles and shakes his head. “No no no, I saw you this morning walking out of your apartment. I live right next door. I drove though,” Harry says. “Oh, right,” I say. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home,” Harry says and we walk across the cross walk to a black SUV. He unlocks it and opens the door for me.

“Thank you,” I say and curtsy for Harry like I was a princess. Harry chuckles and bows as he closes the door once I had gotten in. He goes around the front of the car.

But instead of him being a normal person, he flung himself on the hood of the car and slid across. And instead of landing on his feet on the other side of the car, he didn’t get off in time and fell off.

 I let out a snort of laughter. Harry gets up and looks down, brushing some small ricks that got caught on his clothes. Then he opened the door and slid into the drivers seat. Meanwhile, I was laughing so hard, I was sitting in the passenger’s seat, clapping my hands and making no noise; probably looking like a seal. Harry laughed with me, turning the engine on and putting on his seat belt. As the laughter died down, Harry had pulled out of the parking lot and turned the radio on.

The familiar tune of Bruno Mars’ song It Will Rain began to play . Harry started singing, his voice in perfect sync with Bruno’s. I smiled as I watched Harry drive and sing, every so often glancing at me with a big grin on his face. When the chorus sounded, I joined Harry.

By the end of the song, Harry had pulled into the apartment parking lot. Killing the engine, Harry hopped out of his car and I did the same. We walked up the stairs to our apartments.

When we reached the top of the stairs, Harry and I stopped. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Harry asks. “Yeah, by the way, why do you drive when you could just walk to school?” I ask with a hint of laughter in my voice. “I’m not sure, but I’ll walk with you tomorrow, ok,” Harry suggests. I smile and reply, “Sounds good, meet me here at around 6:50?” I ask. “Yep,” Harry says.

“Ok, bye,” I say and I turn to walk in my apartment.

Truthfully, I didn’t want to go in my apartment. I was down right scared my dad was home and drunk. I fish my key out of my back pocket and unlocked my door. I stepped inside and looked back. Harry’s door was already closed.

I closed the door behind me and walked to my room.

So far I didn’t hear a sound, but just as I opened my door I heard my dad’s voice behind me.

“Lyka, what are you doing?” he asked, slurring a bit. I knew immediately he was wasted. I slowly turned and faced him.

His face wasn’t shaved and his blonde hair was sticking in all directions. He was in the same clothes as he had on last night and in his hand was a half emptied bottle of vodka. “Going to my room,” I answer shakily.

“I told you last night that you weren’t my daughter,” H e said. I was surprised he remembered. “You did,” I reply. “So then why are you here,” He asked.

I didn’t need him to say anymore. I knew what he was saying. He wanted me out of his home. Out of his sight. Out of his life.



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