Is it possible to not know how you feel about someone at all? Especially when you've thought about it thousands of times everyday? Even when everybody else tells you how you're supposed to feel about them? Well, with Harry I knew exactly how I felt — annoyed.
This McDonald's hairline amphibian looking ass bitch always knows how to make me feel as though I've done something horribly wrong in a past life and this is my punishment. That only made me wonder why he has such a bad reputation. I mean he's annoying but that's about it. How has he lived his life making everybody believe that he was some stereotypical bad boy drug addict?
Well, to be fair, that was kinda my first impression of him.
I couldn't have been more wrong though. Sure he's moody and all but I don't think that he'd ever kill anyone. Well, the last person you'd expect is always the one so you never know.
What confuses and irritates me the most is that he just doesn't seem to care about anything. He doesn't care about his grades, he doesn't care about his reputation, and he doesn't even seem to care about anyone but himself. Like how does someone do that? How much skill does it take for someone to be able to just not care and feel an overwhelming amount of anxiety?
Why are we so different?
Why can't my dad just get a job offer somewhere else so we can just leave?
That's just like me, running away from my problems.
Literally.
Like I'm literally running.
Away from Harry.
I don't know if he's running after me but I just needed to get away from him.
I think I've lost him but I'm not gonna slow down and look around. That would only give him the opportunity to catch up.
Where is the last place in the world that Harry would go?
The office?
Well, even though he hates everyone there, he literally has his own private room there so that's probably not an option.
The girls' bathroom?
No, knowing him he'd probably still go. And knowing the people at this school, they'll be too afraid to say anything to him.
Whatever, I'll just go to the girls' bathroom.
I ran inside and locked myself in a stall. I laughed when I realized that it must have looked like I had to poop really badly and dashed to the bathroom. I also realized that it was weird for me to be laughing in the bathroom stall by myself. I listened intently for the sound of footsteps approaching but there was none.
Maybe it would be a good idea if I stayed in here for a while. It's not like I'm missing class or anything. It was after school and some people are still here because of after school activities.
After some productive thinking, I decided that I wasn't going to run away anymore. I'm going to stop running away and actually face my problems. If Harry's out there waiting for me, I'll just tell him to leave me alone. Actually, that's a little too ambitious. Basically, I just don't want to stay in this bathroom anymore and all of my strength and energy was used when I was running from Harry. In conclusion, I physically and emotionally cannot climb out of the window.
Maybe my health and endurance should be the next problem I face.
I scurry out of the bathroom and to my surprise, Harry was no where to be seen. I guess homeboy finally took a hint.
I successfully made it safely out of the building until I heard a familiar "Y/N!"
Sweet niblets.
I turned towards the voice and smiled. "Oh, Harry! Fancy meeting you here! Come here often?"
Harry eyed me confusedly. "No."
I almost laughed but I realized that homeboy's attendance rate was probably really low.
"True."
"What, did you want me to leave?" Harry asked.
"I don't understand what would give you that impression..."
"You can just walk home if you'd like."
"Because I'd love to walk home with you," I mumbled.
Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Why is he acting all normal now?
"Why are you acting all normal now?" I asked as I got inside of his car.
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Harry, literally two seconds ago you were following me everywhere and memorizing my breathing pattern."
"If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."
"I don't want your worst or your best."
"Mmm."
And like that, he was back to the Harry that I've grown accustomed to: the one that avoided every question and gave brief answers.
"Are you really not gonna answer my question?"
Harry sighed. "Your friend Jason knows how infatuated I am with you now, right?"
I frowned. "Is that what you were doing? Marking your territory? Establishing dominance?"
"I didn't say all that."
"God, you're so infuriating!"
"Mmm."
"Do you know how annoying you've been?"
"Mmm."
"I hate you so much."
"Mm."
"Why does it have to be me?"
"What?" For a split second, Harry adverted his attention back to me.
"Why did you choose me out of everyone?"
"Didn't we have this conversation before?"
I stayed silent.
"Well, to be completely honest, it doesn't have to be you. I don't need to be with you, I want to be with you. It's my choice. Honestly, I think that I can live my whole life in isolation, but I'd rather be with you."
I hate that we basically read the same books because it just makes it easier for him to act like my favourite literary characters.
"I know that you don't exactly like me but that doesn't change how I feel. And although I'm not the kind of guy that girls these days want, I hope that you can still settle for me. I may not be willing to change everything about myself or give up everything that I have, but I am willing to compromise with you. I may not live for you, but I will definitely live with you."
I stayed silent. Damn he's good. I nearly took out my phone to jot down some notes.
"I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted to hear. I'm not very romantic, as you can tell. And no matter what you end up doing, just know that..."
"What?"
"We're here."
I looked outside to see that we were home.
"Are you just not gonna finish your sentence?"
"I'll finish it if you let me drive you to that restaurant I took you to that one time."
"Harry, that place was like twenty minutes from the theater we went to and the theater was already thirty minutes away from my house."
"All I hear are excuses. Are you gonna give into your curiosity or not?" Harry smirked with a quizzical brow prominent on his face.
I crinkled my nose before texting my parents that I was going to be a bit late.
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I just really like this video and it always puts me in a better mood.
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