The Dragons Echo (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Sami walked out of the classroom hurriedly and I jumped back from the door.
She saw me looking innocently at her, trying not to look suspioses, Niall was doing a great job...he was whiserling.
I know, way to be subtle right? I love sarcasm.
Before I could glare at Niall, Sami sneered "I bet your both laughing inside right?! Poor Sami! Even her perents don't give a dam about her! I hope you both rot in hell in your detention!!" Then she stormed out.
Jesus Christ, touché.
"Niall, Harry, what are you doing liserning outside the door?!" Mr Ringo asked us angrily.
Niall said "um tecknicly it was just Harry, I didn't hear anythin- Ouch!"
I'd elbowed him to shut up.
I mean seriously?
Blame it all on me why don't you.
I get it that yeah he hadn't done anything wrong but still...commen sence when talking to teachers? Rule number one! You do not point Blame on anybody else...even if it was there fault...
After a couple of minutes we sat on our desks writing lines (I will not talk in class and I will not eavesdrop ) over and over again.
As I wrote I started to feel dizzy and I bent my head lower over the desk to try and stop the sudden dizzyness.
What was wrong with me?
I felt myself starting to sweat and my hands felt clammy.
My muscles started to ache and small shiver's went through me.
I suddenly felt ill.
"Sir can I go to the toliots? I feel sick" I groaned.
Mr Ringo was about to protest but one look at my pale form and he nodded.
I ran to the toliots, not regersting I was going a lot faster than useaul.
As soon as I got to the toilets the shaking increased and I threw up in the sink, it was lucky no one was with me.
My muscles felt stiff and tense, what was going on?
I didn't know that the echo was slowly moving its way deeper into my body, affecting me even more.
For a seconds somthing stirred in my mind, something primal that made a cry of pain wretch from my lips.
I remembered something...no not remember, it wasn't my from my memerys, I was certain of that.
Space...I could see huge balls of gas and fire around me and rocks rocketing towards the gas and fire balls only to be disintegrated because of the heat.
Somthing was happening.
The ball of gas and fire seemed to look swollen, to full and I watched with awe as I watched as it collapsed in on itself, the gas and fire burned brightly and I only just realised I was watching a star collapsing before I was brought back to reality.
My head was over the sink and I was breathing hard like I'd run a marothen...what on earth had that been?
My t-shirt felt suspiosly tight as I looked in the small mirror above the sink.
Was it me or did I look slightly broader than before? And did my eyes look a much brighter green than before?
My hands were still trembling slightly and as I stared at them and my nails, I swore they looked sharper and thicker than before as well.
Though I knew for defianate that my Dad was wrong, there was somthing wrong with me after all.