Trouble

Chapter 32

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My heart was pounding in my chest, the air seemed to disappear from my lungs. The world around me was a blur pretty much as my mind. My legs carried me to him without me even processing what was happening.

I could hear the teacher and my friends faintly calling my name in the background but I honestly I couldn’t care less. I didn’t care about anything but getting to him.

My hands were pushing people out of my way without giving them a second glance or an apology.

I couldn’t see much of him, only the back of his head really since he was in the middle of the crowd and his back was facing me.

After stumbling a couple of times I finally reached him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Harry?”

The weight of the world seemed to fall on me, crushing me into pieces. Taking deep breaths as I looked up at the unfamiliar face, I was barely able to handle the feeling of disappointment.

“Excuse me?” He asked carefully.

I couldn’t speak, I just couldn’t get any words out of my mouth so I focused on anything that would distract me from starting to cry. The stranger seemed to notice my expression.

“Are you okay?” He asked, frowning in concern.

As stupid as it sounded I felt like being angry at him, angry because he wasn’t who I wanted him to be, he wasn’t Harry. But it was pointless, obviously, he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Yea…” I swallowed, ignoring the lump in my throat, “Um, sorry I thought you were someone else.”

“I figured, that’s fine.” He shrugged, “Are you sure you are okay? Do you want some water?”

“No, no thank you.” I answered, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

I could only imagine what I looked like if it made him so concerned. But I’m sure it wasn’t half as bad as I felt on the inside; nothing could be as bad as that.

He, now that I looked closely, didn’t look like Harry. Not really.

“Um, I’ll go…sorry again.” I mumbled.

Any other time I would have been really embarrassed but now I couldn’t really be bothered with that.

“I hope you find him.”

“What?”

“Harry, the one you were looking for, I hope you find him.” He said with a small smile before he turned around, back to the conversation he was having before.

The feeling of emptiness was back, stronger than ever; it’s like I didn’t really feel anything and the worst thing was that I didn’t want to.

All these time that a sparkle of hope would ignite in me only to be killed with disappointment, I felt like it was sucking the life out of me. I wasn’t strong enough for this.

“Melissa, where’d you go?” Eleanor asked urgently.

“I…uh, I thought I saw someone.”

I don’t know if they understood I was talking about Harry but they didn’t question it.

“They moved your performance to later because you ran away. You have to wait for 11 more to go now.” Liam explained with an apologetic expression.