Stole My Heart

The pain I felt that day I ran away still pondered my mind. Did I make the right decision? Did I have to leave to make sure Niall was mine? He promised never to let her take him. So why didn't I believe him?
The pain I felt lying on the park bench. In the cold. Feeling unwanted, unloved and lonely. Why didn't I go home?
So many questions were needing to be answered, but I couldn't answer them. They were questions to stay unanswered. For I didn't have an answer. I was so confused of all the past events. Meeting Niall had led me to a life of pain and misery. And look where we are now. In a room full of pain and misery!


48. "Or shall I say ex boyfriend"

I turned up at Mr Smiths office and gently knocked on the door taking a deep breath preparing myself for the argument I was about to have with my head.

'Come in!" I heard his quiet yell from inside from inside the room I was waiting outside of. I gently pushed down on the door handle and stepped onto his cream carpet that covered his office. He was slouched back on his black leather chair starring blankly at his computer screen. The noise of the printer filled the room and eventually stopped as Mr Smith pulled out the newly printed work. He spun his chair around to face me and his eyes grew wide. I took no note of his response and began to explain my presence.

"Um, Mr Price sent me down here to have a word about my detentions sir" I spoke as politely as possible to prevent any further punishment. I stepped further into his office and quietly closed the door behind me.

"Ah, yes!" He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and returned his attention back to me.

"Take a seat Harriet" He gestured towards the chair sitting oppisite his desk. The chair was decorated with a couple cushions that were squashed underneath me as I sat down. I placed my bag carefully on the floor and looked up to Mr Smith sitting in front of me.

"So, how do you like the new office?" He looked around the room proudly showing off the newly painted walls and modernly furnished place.

"It's very" I paused thinking of the right words.

"Posh?" I replied though it sounded more like a question.

"Yes, very different to the last time you and Ella came in squabbling about...who was it again?" He squinted and looked around as if the answer to his question was printed somewhere in this room.

"Louis Tomlinson!" He chuckled to himself and I felt an instant urge to defend my friend.

"Why you laughing?" I sat up gaining the confidence I didn't have moments ago.

"Because you know neither of you will get close to even meeting him" He laughed even harder. His face looked like it was about to fall off and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I starred blankly at him feeling slightly offended. I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it thinking of the right words. His laughter slowed down till it stopped and he coughed a few times gaining his breath afterwards.

"You all right?" He scooted closer to me as if to comfort me in some way. I still starred and said no words. I didn't need to explain all this to him, i knew I was right and that's all that I cared about.

"Look Harriet, are you going to tell me why you haven't been at school for the past month or so?" He asked trying to make me feel like all teachers do. They use that 'oh you can trust me' shit, but most of the worlds teenagers learnt that was just bullshit by about year 4. 

"You wanna know why?" I felt my voice raise and tears threatening to spill but I held them in and my anger took over. 

"My boyfriend got hit by a truck" I paused

 "Or shall I say ex boyfriend" 

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