I push open the doors to the school building and take a deep breath before putting my one foot in front of the other and taking a step inside. As soon as I’m in, the misery sets in that I’m at school for the first time in a week. I refused to leave my bedroom the past 9 nine days and today, Wednesday I finally got the courage to get out of bed and face the day ahead of me. Face the fact that when I pass Harry in the hallways, he won’t throw me his usual cheeky wink. Face the fact that we’re no longer a ‘we’ for reasons I still do not know.
I shake my head from the thoughts of all things Harry Styles and pull my bag higher up on my shoulder.
As I pass by the many students until to get to my locker, I can’t help notice the stares being sent directly to me. At first I think that it might be the fact that I possible stink, but as soon as I remember just what I’m wearing, I come to the conclusion that they’re staring at my choice of clothing and not wondering about my perfectly normal body odor. I finally get to my locker and can’t slide the combination code faster, in a haste to just get to my first period class and ignore interaction at all costs.
My feet practically race across the tile of the school floor as I rush to get to my class early enough without being seen by anyone associated with Harry.
When finally I come to the door reading –Class 169-, I sigh in relief and push the door open, but as soon as I do so, I wish I never had, because sitting there up in front in his usual desk is the curly headed dick.
I’m about to sprint right back out and run home to curl up in a ball and cry for the rest of the week, but as soon as I take a step back, my name gets called and I curse the teacher in my head for having to notice me. I slowly turn back around and stare straight at the teacher ignoring Harry’s obvious gaze on me. She smiles at me and points to my seat right next to Harry’s.
I sigh and nod my head at her knowing what to do. I take slow steps to my desk and just as I sit down, the bell goes and soon kids start rolling into class and taking their seats before the second bell goes. If you come to class after the second bell you get detention. There’s exactly a three minute gap between the first and second bell which in my opinion doesn’t really give the students enough time to get to their first period classes.
The sound of a door slam snaps me out of my useless thoughts and my head strikes up towards Miss Samuels as she makes her way back to her desk and takes a seat, her chair screeching across the floor as she pulls it out from under her table up front.
“Right class, I hope you all are at least 70% done with your assignments for next week. I must say I am looking quite forward to it.” She smiles and folds her hands together in front of her face in a praying position and starts talking again. “Unfortunately, I attended a wedding this weekend and so I had no time at all to plan today’s work so I am giving you these 45 minutes to continue on your project, but the first disturbance and I make work for you. Understood?” The class murmured soft “Yes ma’am.” and moved to their partners.
I stayed seated while everyone started chatting about the assignment and stared at the clock, counting down the seconds left of this period. After several minutes I felt a shake to my desk and turned my head to the side to only find Harry staring at me.
My breath caught in my throat at the glimpse of his eyes and I quickly spun around in my desk and turned to look at the wall filled with posters and pointless cartoons of God knows what.
Finally after what feels like hours, the bell rings for second period. I grab my bag faster than lightening and dash out of the class, but unlike the rest of the student body, I don’t go to my next class which is drama. No I run through the halls and in a minute I’m sitting in my car and breathing heavily.
“How could I possibly think that I could do this?” I ask to myself and that’s when I notice the first rain drop falling on the windscreen of my car. This makes me the slightest bit happier. I’ve always loved the rain. It gives me a sense of calm and calmness is exactly what I need right now. As more drops fall from the sky, I decide that it’s best I just go home and get into bed again. I nod to myself and start the car.
“Please Willow, just give this to her. I need her to know why I did what I did.” Harry begs and urges the envelope towards me. I sigh hesitantly and as I’m about to shake my head, Harry tries again. “I need her to know that I love her and that I’m leaving because of her-“
“You’re leaving?” I interrupt him and he looks sad, but nods his head. I roll my eyes and push the letter towards his chest. “Look Harry. I get it okay? I do. I really do, but what you’re doing right now is being a coward. If you really care about her you won’t leave her some freaking note. Go the hell to her and give her it yourself, because if you leave now without saying goodbye and just leaving her a letter. I swear to God she will never forgive you.” I tell him. He looks hopelessly around him and sighs, but nods his head as well. I smile and kiss his cheek.
“Now go and make her happy or I’ll cut your balls off before you’ve even crossed the borderline. Got it?” I raise my eyebrow and he smiles down at me. I smile back and he leans down to return a kiss to my cheek.
“Thanks Willow.” He says and I grin.
“Take care, Harry.” He nods and I watch as he sprints across the cafeteria and slams the big door close behind.
“That, my love, was very nice of you.” I’m startled by the hands on my hips, but once I hear his voice behind me my eyes widen and I move away from him quickly.
“Are you insane? Someone might see Niall!” I scold him and he laughs and gestures that the cafeteria is basically empty. Only a couple of faculty and some nerds studying in the corner. I shake my head and kiss his lips quickly.
“So tonight?” He smirks.
“I’ll see you then.”
I park in front of London’s house and frown at the sight of her front door wide open. My door is open in seconds and I slam it behind me as I start walking towards the house, but I stop in my tracks when a crying London runs out of the front door and right into my chest. I grab her shoulders and make her look at me.
“Harry? Wh- Oh God.” She falls into my arms and I catch her just in time. She continues to sob into me as I try to pick her up without hurting her.
“What’s wrong baby?” I ask her and she shakes her and tries to squirm out of my grasp but I keep my hold on her and she only cries more as she rushes her next sentence out.
“My dad- he’s… He’s cheating on my mother.” She sobs.