8. Chapter 8
I woke up in my bed and Harry was sitting on his, his face in his hands mumbling something to himself.
All I could hear was "stupid" "why would he" and sniffles.
"Harry?" I whispered.
He looked up. He looked horrible. He usually looks so handsome but he looked the exact opposite. His cheeks were covered with fresh and dry tears and he had nasty bags under his eyes like he didn't sleep at all.
"Yeah boo? I mean louis...sorry" he croaked.
"You okay?" I asked softly.
"Yeah yeah...um..why wouldn't I be?" He said as he shot me a fake smile.
"I don't hate-"
"ALRIGHT UP! OUTSIDE PEOPLE MOVE IT MOVE IT!" The chief interrupted.
Me and Harry went outside.
"Since you said you....since last night I um..found some guys to hang out with...so...you don't have to be around me as much.." Harry said sadly looking down.
"Hey Harry!" A dark haired boy called from across the courtyard. He waved his hand to tell harry to go over there.
"Well, thats one of em'....Zayn" Harry said as he walked closer to the Bradford boy, father from me.
I observed Zayn. He was a clear bad-boy. He had tattoos everywhere I could see, and had his ears pierced one, two....four times, and a few piercings in his nose, including a snake bite. He was VERY intimidating. Then I noticed myself. Huh. No wonder Harry would rather hang with him than me.