Selena's P.O.V.
I watched Harry walked down the steps with his back turned on me. I sighed, closing the door.
"MOOOOOM! I'll be in my room!" I yelled running up the flight of stairs.
I layed down on my bed sighing once again.
Every time I try to push myself to him, he always pushes me away. I just want to make a friend, but this is all i get...ugh! Maybe I should just give up on trying. I'll just get pushed away anyways, besides I'm used to being alone all the time so it doesn't really matter.
This morning I walked straight to my locker, ignoring everything that's going on around me. I saw Harry, but unlike always I just flashed him a small fake smile.
The bell just rang for lunch. Yay! Gosh, how I'm glad that's done! You see History isn't really my thing. I'm more of an English kind of gal. I carried my stuff outside and sat on the bench.
I plugged my headphones on and blocked the whole world out.
I peacefully started doodling and writing down random "poems" when I suddenly felt somebody sitting down beside me.
I looked up and saw Harry. I immediately closed my journal and shoved it in my bag. "H-how long have y-you been sitting there?" I stuttered, obviously nervous.
"Not too long a-about 2 seconds before y-you noticed m-me.." He chuckled lightly.
"So you saw nothing, right?"
"Not a t-thing!" He grinned.
"Okay good." I sighed in relief.
"Uhm..I-if you don't mind me asking..what was that?" He asked curiously, pointing to my bag that held my journal.
"O-oh...uh...it's uhm...nothing, its just my Math homework?" I replied unsure if he'll believe me or not.
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A/N: Bleh not my best again... Sorry writer's block again -Kate.
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Fragile Hearts {Harlena love story} ON HOLD.
Romance“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.” ― Neil Gaiman
