Locker 17

Chapter 6

"Holy shit!"

I put my hand over my heart. It's racing a thousand times per second.

"See."

I can see Harry's eyes through the little holes on the metal of the locker that separates his from mine. The holes aren't big, just big enough to fit a pencil through them. I can't really see what's inside his locker, since the holes are only at the top of the locker wall.

"You scared me."

"Am I really that ugly that I scare you?"

A smirk appears across his face. He's being sarcastic again, great.

"Are you done?"

I look back inside the locker but he's gone.

"Yes."

I jump again. He's behind me now.

"Stop that!"

"What do you say we ditch again?"

"No!"

"Come on!"

I look to both ways of the hallway and back at him.

"But my English paper is due today."

"Just put it into the teacher's box."

"Fine."

An opportunity like this wouldn't come again. Maybe this time I could interrogate him.

He leads me to where the teacher's boxes are at. The boxes where you'd put in stuff for the teacher like work and flyers. I hand him the paper so he can put it inside.

"Hurry!"

"Why?"

"The front doors are still open, we don't have to jump the fence."

He takes long strides towards the front of the hall where the front doors are at.

We get out and I follow him to his car. Its starts raining, great. By the time we get to the car me and Harry are soaking wet. Strands of his hair are dangling in front of his face, his black v neck sticks to his torso revealing his abs, a nice sight to be honest. No, no, no. What the hell am I thinking. He almost catches me staring but before he can I turn away. We get inside the car and he doesn't seem to even be affected by the cold water from the rain that covers him.

"Where are w-we g-going?"

I stutter as a result of me shivering and being cold as fuck.

"My house."

He says as he backs up out of the parking space. He's quick to answer my thoughts.

"To get a change of clothes of course."

"Right."

Ten minutes later we're pulling into his house's driveway. His house is huge, and the neighborhood seems to be populated by wealthy residents. He gets out of the car slamming the door. I stay seated inside shivering still.

"What are you waiting for?"

Harry yells to me when he's at his doorstep.

I try to get out in a hurry stumbling onto the pavement and getting my jeans full of mud at the knees.

"Shit."

I stand up quickly and rush to catch up with Harry. I walk inside following Harry and close the door behind me. I gape in awe as I take sight of the place. It's just as fancy as the café we were at on Friday, maybe even fancier.

"Nice place."

"Eh."

"Wait, isn't your mum home?"

"No, she's said she was going to catch up with some old friend that just moved into town."

"Oh."

He walks up the stairs and into his room. His room isn't fancy at all. It's full of posters of bands and everything is black. Black walls, black bed sheets, black dresser, black carpet. It's as if I walked into a funeral. Although the only colored thing in the room are the red curtains.

He walks to his dresser and I stay near the door frame. As soon as he gets to the dresser he gets a photo frame of some sort and puts it in a drawer, too quickly for me to even see what the photo frame contained. He opens another drawer and takes out a white t-shirt and some dark blue jeans. Finally some color.

He sets them on his bed and walks out of the room.

"Stay there."

He instructs.

He walks a couple doors down from his room and goes inside another room. He walks back out with a maroon shirt, black jeans, and a beanie in his hands.

"Here, these should fit."

He pushes the clothing against chest and then walks back into his room. What?

"I- I really don't think I-"

"Just put them on, maybe you'll stop shivering like a little-"

"Fine!"

"Thought so."

I stand there awkwardly with the clothes in my hand as he undresses right in front of me. He takes his jeans off first and puts the dry clean ones on. He turns back to look at me and takes off his shirt, revealing his naked torso. He has more tattoo's apart form the two swallows. There's a butterfly right above his belly button, and a snake that seems to be wrapped around his side, apart from the tattoo's he has what seems to look like a scar? Right above the butterfly tattoo there's a line, a scar, it's noticeable but not too much. The line starts right on top of the head of the butterfly and ends right below the middle of the swallows. He looks down at his chest and soon realizes that I've seen the imperfection on him. He's quick to put the white tee on and walks out the room, not looking at me once.

"You can change in the bathroom."

He says from down the hall. There's a bathroom in his room but I decide against going inside and change as fast as I can in his room before he comes back. I'm putting the beanie on as he walks back to the room and stops as soon as he enters. His chest rises and his eyes start to gloss but blinks fast to clear his eyes. I try to ignore the fact that that just happened and pick my wet clothes up from the floor.

"Umm... they fit."

"Y-yeah."

Harry is slow to answer. He looks down and goes into the bathroom that's in front of where his bed is placed.

He slams the door knocking an empty picture frame down that was hanging on the wall.

"Just wait in the car, I'll be right down."

I can hear his voice crack at the end.

I walk towards the bathroom door and knock lightly.

"Are you ok?"

I ask.

"Yeah, it's just the fucking shit I snorted up."

"Oh.."

Drugs? He does drugs? I quickly walk down the stairs and out the door to the car, placing my clothes in the back seats of the car.

What the fuck was that about?

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