Impossible love- a harry styles fanfic

Chapter 9- goodnight kisses

The next day is a Wednesday. I don't have Harry on a Wednesday. In fact, I don't even think he's in at all. He doesn't pop in or anything and when I go to his room at lunch. He isn't there. The room is empty.

Thursday is the same as Wednesday. No Harry. I am actually starting to worry where he's gotten to now. I go to his room and, again, he's not there. Hmmm. I search all over school, the staffroom, forbidden corridor, everything. Hes dissapeared, unless he's off ill or something. I try to convince myself that's what it is, but, somehow, I dont think that's correct. Maybe he's embarrassed or scared, or didn't mean anything he said yesterday. I try to push that thought aside as I fall asleep, but its no use. However much I try, sleep won't come.

I end up calling Harry, who doesn't answer. I decide to go on my iPad. He was last on Facebook two days ago. This worries me. Oh well. I guess he must of been ill.

12am

Finally I get a ring on my phone. Harry.

"hello?" I ask down the phone. Harry replies

"oh, hiya"

"why haven't you been in these past few days?"

"oh, I dunno, I've been ill I guess. How are you?"

"good"

"I'm tired"

"do you want me to leave you then?"

"no"

"sure?"

"no, I'm fine. I like you talking to me"

"really? Okay"

"remember what I told you on tuesday"

"of course, how could I forget?"

"that sounded sarcastic"

"I wasn't! Honest"

"only joking, you take things so seriously"

"are we still friends or"

"or what?"

"it doesn't matter"

"yes it does"

"it doesn't, really"

"I bet it does"

"fine! I was gonna say are we still friends or are we like, going out cause we kissed?"

"just because we kissed, doesn't mean were going out" my heart sinks as he says this.

"oh"

"no, I don't mean it like that"

"oh. What do you mean it like then?"

"like we've only just met each other, sort of. Let's not rush things... Just cause we kissed, well, I kissed you, doesn't mean were going out. We both need to think before we go head first into things"

"oh ok" I haven't yet realised what I'm doing. I just asked harry, a teacher 5 years older than me, to go out with me. How pathetic am I?

"I'm coming in tomorrow and I've got nothing last two lessons and you've got PLTS so we could go out somewhere?"

"yeah, that'd be cool" I smile.

"anyway, got to go now, very tired. See you tomorrow"

"bye" I put down the phone. Now ill be able to finally get to sleep, knowing Harry is okay.

...

"molly? Come on, pretend your ill!" Harry is pleading for me to come with him all day. He's told the teachers he's ill so he can go out with me somewhere. Where though? Is this dangerous? Is he a pedo?! Okay, maybe not a pedo, or maybe he is, i don't know.