Almost everybody was in their classroom. I came Jake and Luna across in the hall. They told me Myra was outside. I thanked them and outside, I found Myra; she was still crying. "Harry..." She whispered. She sat on a small bench, so I sat next to her. "Don't cry, my love." I held my arms around her and gave her a kiss on her forehead to relax her. Five minutes later, we went to class. We also have stupid classes like maths. The teacher really hates me. Myra went in the class first, I followed her. "Well well well, late again, mister Styles. What's your excuse this time?" I looked straight at him and said: "I was looking for hell. I didn't find it at first, but now I'm here." The entire class applauded. The teacher stared really angry at me; I just looked back. "Mind your attitude, mister Styles. You get another detention for this." I sighed and went to my seat. Louis gave me a wink which meant 'nice one'; I smiled back. Liam sat next to me and we talked. "Is Myra okay?" asked Liam. "Not really, it's difficult for her." "You know that you really have to start being more careful?" said Liam worried; I rolled my eyes. "Listen Liam, I don't let anyone hurt Myra without consequences, okay? George will regre this. You can be sure of that." I whispered. "You really love her, don't you?" asked Liam surprised. "More then you'll ever know." I answered. "How cute." said Liam smiling and I blushed.
An hour and a half later, the lesson was finally finished and we were free next hour. The boys and I went outised. The Skaters passed us, but ignored us. I looked at Myra but she didn't look back; she's probably scared if something will happen when she does. Actually, I'm feeling guilty. All those problems Myra has right now... It's all because of me... "Harry, your commont on professor Stewart was briljant!" ... "Harry?" A hand moved before my face which made me realise that I was daydreaming.
When we were outside, Harry was a bit... absent - minded. I guess I know what he's thinking about. He is worried about Myra. I waved my hand in fron of his face and he 'woke up'. "You're okay, Hazza?" I asked him; he nodded. "No you're not." replied Zayn. We all know him very good. We notice it immediately when something is wrong with him; or anyone else of the boys. "Harry, you know that George talks big, but when it really matters..." Started Liam but Harry interrupted him. "That's easy for you to say, Liam. And by the way, that's not even true. Everybody knows he's a fighter, remember? And he is not even my biggest problem; Logan is!" replied Harry angy. "Woah, sorry Hazza, I didn't mean to make you upset..." said Liam. "Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm just not in the mood." "It's all good." said Liam and they gave a handshake. "It's just..." Harry looked up to see if anyone could hear him. "I'm so scared. Not only for me, but even more for Myra. I'll never forgive myself if anything happens to her..." He said and he stared at his feet. I layed my arms around him. I felt so much pity for him. It's the first time I saw him so sad; he really loves Myra. He loves her more then he ever loved any other girl before. I don't think Harry realises that we'll protect him, but he'll find out.
Sorry the chapter is so short, but I'll hope you like it.
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