No one besides Harry, and well Zayn, knew about the terrible denouement the motorcycle race had had so I tried to cover up as much as I could to hide the evidences of it; and I would also like to thank whoever invented foundation because I was able to do miracles with it too. The bruises will take at least a week to vanish, even though Harry had put a cold compress to make it go away faster. I still couldn't believe I had spent the whole weekend at his house; with him; alone.
I was going to see him in about half an hour again on our PTP class and I was clueless about how things will be between us. With his mood changes I really didn't know what to expect.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Cam suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing really." I said, looking at him. "Just had a rough weekend."
"Rue told me you were staying over at your mum's. Did you guys fight?" He asked worried. "Sorry if I'm being too meddle. I just worry about you."
I couldn't help but smile when I heard those words. I passed my arm underneath his and hugged it. "And I appreciate it."
"Uh, Raiza... About what happened when we were studying at the library... Well I-uhm-I wanted to-"
"Sh." I hushed him. "Everything is fine. Don't worry." He gave me a weak smiled and nodded. "Ok, what's wrong? Now I'm the one who's worried."
"No, no. It's just... You know what? Never mind."
"Cam."
He looked at me for a few seconds and then let out a deep sigh. "I really like spending time with you and I feel that for my stupid attempt of kissing you things are going to get awkward, and I really don't want that." Cam grabbed my hand and got a little closer; I could see his cheeks had a little shade of pink. "Raiza, I-I like-"
"Raiza." I heard Niall's voice coming from behind. I turned my head and he was looking at me with a smile on his face. My eyes slowly landed on the empty seat next to him; Zayn hadn't come to class.
I looked at Niall again and he was still smiling at me. He had this ability to 'infect' anyone with his smile, and I was no exception. "Hey." I greeted him.
"Do you have time before the next class? I need to talk to you." He said.
"I'll see you later." Cam suddenly got up. I turned around to look at him and he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Cam, wait." I said, but it was too late; the class was dismissed and I lost him in the hoard of students that rushed to leave. And when I had a clear view of the room, he was already gone.
"Let's talk on our way there, shall we?" The blonde guy suggested. I slowly nodded and he gestured for me to follow him.
We left the classroom in completely silence, I had the feeling Niall wanted to talk with me about something serious; perhaps the race, which didn't make me feel comfortable nor wanting to start the talk.
"Well, I'm sure you already suspect what I want to talk about." He began saying.
"The race?" I asked.
He nodded. "I told you it wasn't good idea for you to go with Zayn but of course you little Ms. 'I'm always in troubles' didn't listen to me. And look what happened." Niall said, pulling down the sleeve of my jacket, uncovering my bruises.
I quickly pulled it up and looked around to make sure no one was around. "I know, Mr. 'I told you so'." I sighed. "But what I was supposed to do? Stay there while Harry and that girl were flirting? Hell no." That didn't sound like me or something that I would've done, but I did it. And to be honest, I don't regret a thing.
Niall smiled widely and put an arm on my shoulder. "You like Harry, don't you?" I blushed and looked down. "You can't lie, darling. At least not to me." He said, laughing and then hugged me. "Come on, he's going to get mad if I don't bring you soon."
"Harry gets mad for a lot of things." I laughed.
"True."
We both laughed as we walked the small distance we still had to the other classroom. A pair of emerald eyes landed on me as soon as we entered. I felt my knees beginning to feel weak and my heart racing as Harry stood up and walked over to us. Thank God Niall was still with an arm on my shoulder otherwise I would've fallen.
When Harry cupped my face with his hands, Niall slowly let go of me and stepped aside. "I'll just leave you two alone." He said laughing.
"Good morning, angel." The curly haired guy said once Niall was gone. "How are you feeling?"
I couldn't help but smile when he began caressing my cheeks. "I feel all achy." Harry's fingers then went straight up to my sore right temple and carefully touched it. I grabbed his hand and he smiled. I could feel everyone's eyes on us and my cheeks started to get red; I looked down in an attempt to hide from them.
I heard Harry laughing and then I felt his hand being intertwined with mine, and leading me to our seats at the back of the classroom. "You look cute when you blush, angel." He whispered seconds before Mr. Aguilera walked into the room.
"Good morning, everyone." The teacher said as he put down his briefcase. "Don't waste time and please work on your projects as usual."
I took out my notebook where I had written some notes about Harry's photos that I could discuss with him. I opened it and felt his attentive gaze watching my every move. "I-uhm-I wanted to discuss your photos." He nodded, looking at me intensely. "Well, I think they're amazing to be honest. The way you capture the life out of things is unbelievable; I really don't have words to explain it in detail and so as not to leave anything aside. It's like you're writing your own melody every time you take a photo."
Harry smiled at me and got closer. "I'm glad you like them." He then closed my notebook aside and put it aside. "Yours aren't bad either. In fact, I'm surprised by how you capture the scenes; the deep emotions you portray are breath-taking, overwhelming coming from such a delicate and fragile creature as you. The human eye doesn't have the full spectrum therefore misses a lot of the things that are around, but you angel, you can see the whole and create the most beautiful composition." He caressed my cheek. "Maybe we could make the perfect one together."
I smiled as he placed a lock of my hair behind my ear and tenderly kissed me on the cheek. My stomach burst into millions of butterflies, sending a warm feeling through out my body.
I might be falling more and more for him.
And I'm scared of it.