*** Two weeks later ***

We were walking hand in hand down the corridor, heading towards the cafeteria.

“Hey there lovebirds” I heard a familiar voice from behind.

Both of us turned our heads to see who it was, although we already knew.
“Louis, aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Harry asked with a chuckle.
Louis shook his head.
“No, music class got cancelled” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I allow you to hang with us” I said with a wink.
“Oh. My. God. I’m feeling so flattered” he said with a big grin as he pretended to brush away some hair to the back in a girly way. I couldn’t hold it, I started laughing.

Someone started coughing to attract out attention. Ugh, Megan.
“Harry, could I talk to you for a minute or two?” she asked confidently as she raised her hand and grasped Harry’s arm gently.
I couldn’t explain the feeling rushing through me. All I wanted to do was to tell her not-so-politely to remove her touch from Harry. I was waiting impatiently on his answer, hoping it would be a kind way of saying ‘no’. I was trying to get an eye-contact with him, but he did not once get his eyes of her.

“Yeah, sure”

He finally turned his gaze towards me.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” He held me before placing a kiss on my cheek.
I only nodded my head with a strained smile. I wouldn’t let her show. His grip loosened up as he turned and walked away with Megan. I watched them carefully, and it felt wrong. She shouldn’t be walking so close to him.
I turned back to Louis when they were out of sight. His gaze was stuck on the floor.
“So, when’s the play?” he asked nervously while he looked up, trying to start up a conversation. Although me and Louis are pretty good friends, I have to admit that it felt a bit tense without Harry around. Sure, it’d get a bit tense, but him sounding nervous while talking? That’s something new, and I’ve got a feeling it doesn’t bother good.

“It’s in the end of December. Two days before the Christmas-brake” I said with a smile.
“Do you know what Megan was going to talk to Harry about?” I asked curiously after a while.

“I guess she’s going to tell him that she’d planned on staying” he said simply.
What?!
“What do you mean by ‘staying’?” I asked with a frown, anger building inside of me.
“Haven’t you heard? Both she and the principal are going to sign the papers today or tomorrow, I’m not sure. But it seems like she’s staying”
I’m in shock. Is this some sort of a joke? Or a sick prank Louis pulled up? Because I don’t find it funny at all.
“For good” he continued.

She’s staying… for good.

It felt like the air got sucked out of me. There was a long pause. I closed my eyes and listened to the blood rushing in my ears.

Does this mean that I will be forced to see her every single school-day and dancing in the same class for the rest of these three years?

“Sarah, are you okay?” I heard his voice in the background.
He carefully grasped his hand around my shoulder.
“Sarah?”
I took a deep breath, shaking my head. I felt sick just by the thought about her staying.
I opened up my eyes, meeting his gaze. He looked like being really anxious. I could see Harry in the background of Louis, walking fast towards us with a frown.
“Sarah, let’s go” he said in the speed as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him.
I didn’t really understand the reason of his sudden moves.
“W- What’s happening?” I said shockingly.
He didn’t answer. Instead he just kept on dragging me towards the exit doors.
“Harry?”
Suddenly he stopped and turned to face me. His eyes were red and he looked stressed. His perfect jaw-line was tensed and he still hadn’t let go of my wrist.
“Wha-“
“Kiss me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him while he lost his grip around my wrist. I had no idea about what- or who was behind his serious mood swings.
I decided to lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips. When I pulled away he shook his head.
“No... Like you actually mean it” he said, holding onto my hips and pulling me closer to him. I don’t know why, but all of a sudden my heart was racing like mad.

“Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

As soon as he said that I leaned up once more and crashed my lips against his. He started doing something that we hadn’t done in a while. He had me close against him that he could start grinding himself against me, making a soft whimper leave me lips as our tongues fought against each others.

I softly pushed myself away from him and started blushing as I realized that we were still standing in the middle of the corridor, and under the gaze of a numerous students. He tried to push me towards him once again while his eyes were still closed. “Harry, stop” I whispered. He opened his eyes and looked me straight into mine. He was smirking.

He twisted his fingers between mine, and walked out of the building. I didn’t once make an attempt to stop him.

“Where are we going?” I asked as the coldness caressed my bare skin.
Since I was only wearing a thin tshirt, it got really hard to bear with the coldness. I bet it wasn’t more than a couple degrees outside, and since neither of us had brought our jackets, it didn’t take long until I slightly started shaking.

“Out of here” he simply replied.

He looked over at me carefully.
“Are you cold?”
I shook my head and my whole body tensed up. I last thing I wanted him to do was to care about me and my body heat. He should be focusing on himself instead.

“Liar”

His fingers tangled away from mine as he then made an attempt to take of his sweater.
“No, stop!” I begged as I made an attempt to pull down his shirt.
“No, you stop” he backed away. “I’m sweating and I’ve actually got a shirt beneath it” he continued sounding confident.
But I knew that he was lying. His body was getting colder and colder at the same tempo as his sweater was leaving his torso.

Once he managed to get it off, he tried to hand it to me. I shook my head, not accepting it.
“Please, take it, I beg you”
“No, I’m not going to let you get cold because of me” I said while I shook my head once more.
“If you’re not going to take it within three seconds, then I’m…” He interrupted himself, thinking of a word.
“Then you’re what, Harry?” I chuckled.
“Then I’m- I’m going to just throw it away”
I started laughing, while he was standing there; deadly serious.

We were currently standing on the middle of a bridge, and I guess he meant that he’d be throwing it down in the lake beneath us.

“I’m going to count now”
I rolled my eyes. He can’t be serious.
“One…” He slowly walked over to the handle of the bridge. I guess I was right.
“You’re being pathetic” I said with a smirk, playing just as confident as he was.
“Two…” he raised his eyebrow, while he lifted his arm with the sweater in his hand over the handle. Just one wrong step and he’d drop it. I started getting nervous.

He formed his lips to the shape of the beginning of the ‘three’.

“Okay! Okay! Oh my god…” I said while quickly jogged over I pulled the shirt out of his hand.
I slowly dressed it on as I immediately felt warmer.
I took a deep breath, smelling his delightful scent.
He got closer as he begun to quickly drag his hands up and down my arms, making me feel even warmer.
“Thank you” I said as I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his affection taking over. His cold lips met mine in a kiss, while his hand got back to where it was belonged; inside of mine.
We continued walking in silence, none of us having any idea about where we’re going.

“Harry?”
“Yeah”
I couldn’t hold it inside me any longer.
“What did she say to you?”
He sighed as he pulled his other hand into his pocket.
“She- she told me that she was staying” he said nervously. I could tell that she told him something else as well. Because I got a feeling he’d be… happy about it. Not upset.
“And…” I asked him to continue.
He got quiet, thinking of what to say.
“Tha- That’s it…” he said quietly.

I hate the fact that it’s been feeling like he’s been lying to me numerous times during these past couple of weeks.

It feels like my trust for him isn’t as strong as it was before, although I really hate to confess it.

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