I get up for school the next morning and can’t help but to feel like yesterday was just a dream. Had I really tried to kill myself? Did Harry really try to stop me? Was he really here with me last night? It didn’t feel like it.

I change into a black long sleeved top with leopard print as well as black jeans. I also grab a black/grey scarf, bracelet, and black studded purse for my accessories. For my shoes, I pick some studded black boots. A smile spreads across my face as I put on the boots.

As I make my way downstairs and glance at the clock, I see that I have plenty of time to eat breakfast. I’m not very hungry though. I think I’ll just go ahead and slowly make my way towards the bus stop.

I walk slowly but still manage to have minutes to spare. The wind is blowing slightly, but it’s not too cold. Especially not compared to last night. I sit down on the end of our concrete driveway and put my ear buds in. I listen to two songs when I see the bus pulling up.

As I enter the bus and make my way towards the back, I see Harry already looking up at me and smiling. I smile back as I sit down next to him.

“You kept your promise!" He exclaimed. “Of course I did. We pinky swore, remember?" He smiles and glances out the window as the bus begins to drive away.
By this time my song has changed on my iPod and I begin to search for another one. Or so I tried.

“Harry!" I say as he grabs the iPod from my hands and puts one of the ear buds in his ear; causing us to get closer. “Let’s see what kind of music you have on here." he says with a grin as he begins searching. “Not bad, not bad." he remarks after a bit. “Are you going to pick a song today or…"

“Don’t rush me!" He looks just a few seconds more then says, “Oooh, I haven’t heard this one in a while." Just as I begin to ask what song he was talking about, a song begins. I immediately know which one; especially since there isn’t even an introduction. I immediately smile and quickly after begin to blush. I felt stupid because of it, but I couldn’t help it. I know it’s not like he is trying to tell me anything through this song, but I somehow could not manage to shake off feeling like he was.

I lower my face and hope to do so until the blushing subsides. I do this for just a few seconds then say, “You have good taste in music."

“Thanks. So do you." We both smile at each other a moment until I can’t stand it anymore and quickly try to start a conversation. I continue with the topic of music and we don’t stop until the bus pulls up to the school.

The day went by faster than I had expected and was pretty uneventful. And apparently Amanda decided to be nice today and leave Harry and I alone.

We didn’t really do much work although some teachers have begun a bit quicker than others. It is, after all; only the third day of school. Because I have every single class with Harry, we have a lot of time to talk. Not about anything too serious, of course. Just random stuff: music, movies, and school work.

By three o’clock I begin to wonder if Harry has any plans this afternoon. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but wish that we could spend another evening together. Not only is that most likely not going to happen, I should not want it to.

I should not get attached. I can not get attached.

As I am thinking of all of this, Harry breaks me out of my trance like state and back to the realization that I’m sitting with him on the gym floor in P.E. “Or you could just, you know, ignore me!"

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry." I say with a laugh. “I promise I wasn’t doing it on purpose." He looks at me silently for a moment with a look of disdain. “Awww, come on. I really am sorry. You forgive me, don’t you?" I ask as he continues giving me that look.

“I don’t know…" he replies as he crosses his arms and looks in my opposite direction. I hold back a giggle as I place a hand on his arm. “Please? I really am so sorry, Harry."
He dramatically moves so my hand is no longer on his arm and looks back at me with that same look. In reply, I give him my best and saddest puppy dog face. Soon the look of disdain is replaced by his amazing smile. “Ok, fine. I forgive you."

“Yay!" I say as I begin to clap. “Wait, you didn’t let me finish." he says. “I’ll forgive you, on one condition."

“And what would that be?" I ask as my curiosity quickly builds. “I’ll only forgive you if you let me hang out at your house again today." Well, that answered my question.

I pretend to think it over a moment then reply, “Well…I guess I value our friendship enough to allow that." He smiles a moment before looking away. Not exactly the happy response I was expecting. Did I say something wrong? It isn’t very long, but for a moment when I look into his eyes as they begin to look away, I feel he was hiding something. I almost try figuring out what, but I quickly decide that I probably was looking too into it and forget about it just as Harry speaks.

“You know, you should feel lucky that I forgave you." He then gives me a smirky look. “Oh, really?" I reply. “Oh, yeah. I almost decided not to. If it wasn’t for those big, beautiful eyes, I would have never spoken to you ever again."

I blush once more and I can tell that this time there is no way for me to hide it. His eyes are set on my face as my face becomes fiery hot in a mere millisecond after what he said. I try to figure out a response but the bell signalling the end of the school day interrupts me.

“Let’s go!" Harry says as he jumps to his feet. He holds out his hand to help me up and I gladly accept. I had not realized how cold my hand was until my hand was in his. My hand felt so small in comparison to his and soon the coldness was completely gone. As soon as I am standing up he lets go. I immediately miss the warmth. Instead of saying anything, I thank him and we head toward the bus.

As we take our seats on the bus I begin to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I have no idea why and I don’t know what to do to make it stop. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I slump into a comfortable position.

“Are you alright?" Harry asks. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just hungry…or maybe tired, I don’t know." I consider taking my iPod out but decide not to. When I told him that I’m tired, I didn’t really think I was. I just said that because I had nothing else to say. But as I continued to keep my eyes closed and the bus began to move, I began to feel myself slip into a half sleep state. I wasn’t fully awake, but I was aware of everything around me. The sound of the bus, the howling wind outside, and the conversations around me.

Soon enough however, I find myself slipping father and farther from being awake. Just before I am completely asleep, the last thing I remember is the brief realization that my head is rested upon Harry’s shoulder.