My Crush, My Bully, My Friend

Bri's POV

" Harry, wait!" I tell, running after him. I catch his shoulder, turning him around. "Harry, you don't know what I have to say. You NEVER listen to what I have to say. You never care about what I have to say!" He stops trying to resist, and he looks at me with a hard expression.

"Never listen? Never care? You shouldn't be talking. Remember that song? That was about YOU! Remember how I said I love you? That was true! You take a look in the mirror, Bri, because YOUR the one who doesn't listen. Don't talk to me, don't try to call or text me. I'm not your best friend. And I dot care anymore," he said, leaving; but he wasn't going to his class. He was leaving the school.

"No, Harry! You can't do that to me! You can't be Niall! He hasn't talked to me, I haven't even seen him! Please, you can't-" I choke on my tears as I chase him in the parking lot.

"I am NOT Niall. Nor am I JARED. So don't think I am. Don't think you can go around breaking my heart every day." He says over his shoulder, stopping.

"I- I broke your heart? No, I couldn't have," I say choking even more on tears. He turns to look at me.

"But you did." He sprints away from the school, dropping a paper from his hand onto the groin In front of me.

What?

Notes

What do you think the paper is?