Tears of The Broken (Harry Styles Dark Secrets Series)
Chapter 4
"Why are they all staring at me?" I whispered as we strolled through the corridors to our next class, the dreaded music class.
Harry grinned, wiping his thumb across his chin.
"I'm right, aren't I?" I scowled at one of the girls, whose mouth hung open like a frog waiting for a fly "They are staring"
"They'll stop in a few weeks. They're just fascinated by anything with color. And you are--" he smiled at my yellow dress. "Very colorful."
Colorful? I wish I could be smaller, small enough to fit inside a locker.
As we passed a few open class doors, the crowd thickened and David was pushed slightly closer to me-- our arms almost touching. I kinda hoped someone shoved me and I had to fall into Harry to stop from landing face first on the ground.
We took a turn away from the crowd and down a longer corridor, painted in a rich burgundy color with glass trophy cases lining the walls.
"So we take music class in the auditorium. Good acoustics. And there's more space" Harry said, pushing the door open, and my breath caught in my throat. "It's much brighter in here when all the stage lights are on, through"
"Are you kidding? Who cares how bright it is? This room is great!" My eyes followed the long columns of steeply inclined blue seats to where a stage, taller than me, commanded the entire front if the room like a widescreen TV but big enough to hold the performance of a Broadway musical.
In seconds it took me for me to size up the room, my eyes swept past them and stopped on a old friend of mine. "A piano?" I said with a wide smile.
"Very observant." Harry said, and I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on, I'll introduce you to her." When Harry let go of the auditorium door, it thudded loudly behind us. Everyone looked up, the people playing their instruments stopped abruptly, leaving a dense silence as we started down the aisle. "Its okay they're not necessarily staring at you Ara, more the fact that your walking with me."
" Why does that matter?"
"Guess, cause I don't really talk to alot of girls"
"Oh" I folded my arms around myself. "Why?"
He grinned and slipped his hand through the strap of the backpack resting it just under my shoulder blade to guide me along. "I uh -- I don't like any of them."
"Oh." He's gay! No!
Harry grinned, wiping his thumb across his chin.
"I'm right, aren't I?" I scowled at one of the girls, whose mouth hung open like a frog waiting for a fly "They are staring"
"They'll stop in a few weeks. They're just fascinated by anything with color. And you are--" he smiled at my yellow dress. "Very colorful."
Colorful? I wish I could be smaller, small enough to fit inside a locker.
As we passed a few open class doors, the crowd thickened and David was pushed slightly closer to me-- our arms almost touching. I kinda hoped someone shoved me and I had to fall into Harry to stop from landing face first on the ground.
We took a turn away from the crowd and down a longer corridor, painted in a rich burgundy color with glass trophy cases lining the walls.
"So we take music class in the auditorium. Good acoustics. And there's more space" Harry said, pushing the door open, and my breath caught in my throat. "It's much brighter in here when all the stage lights are on, through"
"Are you kidding? Who cares how bright it is? This room is great!" My eyes followed the long columns of steeply inclined blue seats to where a stage, taller than me, commanded the entire front if the room like a widescreen TV but big enough to hold the performance of a Broadway musical.
In seconds it took me for me to size up the room, my eyes swept past them and stopped on a old friend of mine. "A piano?" I said with a wide smile.
"Very observant." Harry said, and I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on, I'll introduce you to her." When Harry let go of the auditorium door, it thudded loudly behind us. Everyone looked up, the people playing their instruments stopped abruptly, leaving a dense silence as we started down the aisle. "Its okay they're not necessarily staring at you Ara, more the fact that your walking with me."
" Why does that matter?"
"Guess, cause I don't really talk to alot of girls"
"Oh" I folded my arms around myself. "Why?"
He grinned and slipped his hand through the strap of the backpack resting it just under my shoulder blade to guide me along. "I uh -- I don't like any of them."
"Oh." He's gay! No!
Notes
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~Gabrielle
10/25/13