Creep

The rest of the day had gone smoothly. Having lunch with Zayn really cheered me up. He's a very poetic soul. He even gave me the most beautiful apple I have ever seen. Believe it or not I usually don't find fruit attractive, but damn this apple was perfect. I wonder if Zayn is some type of wizard of literature, charm, and apples? Anyway enough about breathtaking fruit.

I never ride home on the bus because....ew. The bus driver is an obese, most likely drunk, middle age guy. He has a thing for freshmen and sophomore girls. I'm sure you can assume what I mean by thing. I don't think he's ever acted upon it ( thank god ) but I see him checking out girls asses. Also the bus always manges to smell of sweat, gas, and oddly mayonnaise (don't ask). It's absolutely disgusting. So no thanks. Ever since 7th grade I've stayed after school and gone to my favorite teacher, Ms. Flacks, classroom.

She is middle aged woman with short brown hair and a model body. She is absolutely gorgeous, and more than a few students crush. She is the music teacher. She conducts the jazz band and wind ensemble. I have done percussion in band since the 5th grade, but I've taken piano classes from her since I was in kindergarten. I also am teaching myself guitar. I love jazz band so much. The music just takes over and controls me. I'm usually on drums but occasionally get to do piano. Ms. Flack is like a second mother to me. She knows I..... struggle, and she lets me hang out after school and practice drumming, piano, and most often guitar. She can tell my mood by what I chose to play. Drumming on a good day, piano on a especially bad day, and guitar on an alright day.

" Parker dear how are you, you've been gone for awhile?" Ms. Flack questioned.

" I'm good thank you, I just had a um funeral to go to...." I lied.

" Oh I'm sorry for your loss," She said with a sympathetic tone.

" Thank you that means a lot," I said giving a sad smile. God I'm going to hell.

" Today I have an appointment to run, will you be alright on your own?" She asked.

" No problem, and don't worry I'll lock up," I replied. Internally smiling. I enjoyed playing a lot more when I'm on my own. I can't play at home, ever since the incident in france my family doesn't like to see or hear me.

She gave me a quick goodbye before dashing out the door. I walked over to were she kept the guitars. I picked out the one I always use. It was just like the others except a little darker. I don't know why I always use this one. It's pretty old and slightly out of tune but it felt real and genuine to play. I can only describe it as right. It felt right to play. I sat down with it and lazily began strumming. Before I realized what was happening I was playing one of my favorite songs Creep. As it got to the first verse I couldn't help but sing along. This song always spoke to me. Caring about someone so deeply but knowing you are not good enough. Craving their voice to intrude you mind. Their praise to sedate you. Their touch not to burn you. But you know you can never have it. You are a creep. Always wishing you could belong, maybe change yourself. You know you can't though..They are perfect and they are you. Thom Yorke is a fucking genius I tell you.

Before I knew it I was belting out the bridge. I continued on before and I knew it, it was over and I sat there in silence lightly panting.

" Fucking gorgeous," I heard a voice coming from the opposite side of the room. I didn't need to look to know who it was. I don't think I could look into his bruiting green eyes.

" I didn't hear you come in," I mumbled to myself but loud enough he heard.

" I didn't know you could sing," He said.

" There's a lot of thing you don't know about me," I mumbled finally looking up. He stood leaning in the doorway with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes trained on me.

" I guess so," He sighed. We just sat in silence. Very very tension filled silence.

" I want to apologize for earlier I jus-" He started before I cut him off.

" You have nothing to apologize for really Harry," I looked up at him smiling softly. He walked over to me taking long graceful strides. He plopped down on the seat next me.

" Can I just ask one question?" He asked calmly and slowly. This could go a number of places. There was a brief pause before I slowly nodded my head with curious eyes.

" Are you Okay?" He questioned. Son of a bitch. This was a complicated question. Did he mean physically? Physically I was alright. I had a black eye and I couldn't walk straight for days, but I'm slightly better now. Did he mean emotionally? Emotionally I was a train wreck. I mean I was beat up by my boyfriend for gods sake. Not only that but I had to be saved by some guys like I was a little girl. Wait boyfriend....I completely forgot about Grayson with all the craziness of today. I hadn't seen him at school, is he ok? I didn't get a look at him after harry beat him up but I heard from paisley it was bad. He could be dead for all I know. Will he want revenge. I realize I haven't answered Harry.

" I...uh.....umm ...W-where is he?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could process it.

" Do you mean Gr-," He started before I interrupted him again.

" Don't say his name," I mumbled.

" What is he Voldemort or some shit?" He said grinning with two deep dimples appearing in his cheeks. He let out a deep throaty chuckle and I could help but let out a little laugh to at his stupid remark.

" You're an idiot," I replied rolling my eyes.

" I know I am," He smirked.

" You didn't answer my question," I said.

" You didn't answer mine!" He retorted pointing a finger at me. I laughed and slapped it away.

" I'm not sure whats happened to him, he's not been at school," he finally replied.

" Fuck..." I mumbled under my breath. " I gotta go bye Harold"

" Wait you didn't answer my question," he whined.

" Were's the fun in that?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.

" God you're such a dork," He laughed. I joined in the laughter. It felt nice. After a minute I stood up and began to walk off. I waved kindly and he smiled fondly. I was just out the door when my an unfamiliar feeling washed over me. I don't know how to describe it. It felt heavy and dark. All I knew is only one person could make it go away even for a minute.

" Wait," I tuned around and quickly ran back into the room.

" Wha-," Harry started but I quickly shut him up by wrapping my arms around his torso. He was quite taller than me. My chin rested comfortably on his shoulder. He seemed a little shocked but after a couple seconds hugged me back pulling me closer to his muscled chest. His arms were warm and strong and made me feel safe and even loved? He smelled of vanilla and some other smell I can't place but it was amazing. I nestled my face into his neck. We stayed there for a minute or so but it felt like seconds, when I finally pulled away. His eyes were laced with adoration, confusion, and something else.

" What was that for," He questioned softly, a smile threatening his lips.

" Thank you," Is all I said before I walked out. Just as I had suspected the dark feeling was gone until I reached the doorway. This time I knew I had to carry on.

I walked home, my mind still invaded by his smell, voice, and touch. I climbed up the back ladder to get into my room and shuffled in. I finished my homework, ate, and showered and by the time I was done it was 10:00. Usually I am a night owl but right now all I want is to cuddle with my pillow and wrap myself in my blankets. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling take over as i thought of him. I'm not sure what this meant but I liked it.

Notes

I updated twice today because of my complete lack of postings....whoops. Are you team Zarker or team Parry? Sorry these are kind of sucky ship names, but its late ok? xD