Daisy linked her arm in mine as we walked to English class. She knew how nervous I was and told me she had my back which was nice.
Seeing him standing at the front of the class and teaching, was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
I concentrated on writing things down in my notebook and not looking at him, or asking questions. He steered clear of me as well, not walking up near my desk, or asking me about my homework.
There were moments where all I wanted to do was cry or punch him in the face due to my anger, but I restrained myself.
I walked out of the classroom filling in a lavatory pass on the way out and felt his eyes on me as I left the room.

As I fiddled with my necklace on the way to the bathroom, Toby Jenkins one of my good friends from middle school stopped to talk to me.
“Hey Soph.” He said smiling.
“Oh hey Toby.” I replied.
We made casual conversation for a while until he asked me about who I was going with to prom.
“Oh...I don’t really know, how about you?” I asked taken aback.
“Well, I was actually thinking of asking you.” He said sheepishly. “I mean I know we don’t really hang out and haven’t really spoken since middle school, but I thought that it could be nice maybe? I don’t know maybe I’m just being stupid or something.”
“Oh wow, um that’s really nice of you Toby, but...”
I watched as his face grew in disappointment.
“But...?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’m just not up to it at the moment. I’m really sorry Toby.”
“That’s cool, I guess I’ll just see you round.” He said as he walked off.
God feeling shitty within myself was bad enough, but making poor Toby feel shitty as well was even worse. I watched as he walked away, feeling the guilt drip off my skin.

The bell rang out for the end of the period and students rushed out of the classrooms making their way down the halls. I stood still, trying to hold back the tears.
It wasn’t Toby that was causing me to cry, I knew it was Harry. Even though I had thought within myself that this break was for the best, I knew it wasn’t.
I was in love with him. Truly, madly and deeply.
I didn’t care if we were worlds apart or if he was older than me or if he had seen another girl. All I wanted in this moment was him to hold me, to smell his cologne and to feel his eyes on mine.
I raced down the hallways back to the English classroom where I found him packing up his things.
“Harry.” I gasped.
I shut the door behind me, pulling the curtain down. I began my stride up to him when he placed his hands in front of me.
“Wait.” He whispered.
I searched his eyes desperately seeking an answer.
“We...we...we can’t.” He said. I felt my shoulders slump. “I’m sorry.” He sighed.
“What do you mean...we can’t?”
“We just can’t.”
Why couldn’t he just remember who I was, who we were, how I had felt with him?
Why was he acting like such an...adult?
He moved away from me, picked up his bag and walked out the door.

Notes

Hey guys! First of all, I would like to apologise for the long long loooong wait between last chapter and this chapter! Life has been crazy for me! I have been overseas, and to a One Direction concert here in Sydney!
I'm so sorry for the delay and will be updating more regularly now on, I promise!
Another chapter will be put up in a few hours
Love and peace,
Aria x