Chapter 12 ~ The Drama

[Louis]

I made it to lunch the same day without anything more dramatic happening. To say I was thankful was an understatement. I was relieved, to say the least. All I really wanted was to go home and forget about life altogether.

Just like usual, I went to Hannah's locker to meet up with her. She wasn't there yet, so I decided to lean my back against it and fish my phone from my pocket to scroll through my Instagram feed.

About two minutes later, I could feel a pair of warm arms wrap around my neck. Looking up from my phone, a smile spread on my lips at the sight of my girlfriend. I slipped my phone in my pocket again and placed my hands on her hips.

"Hello, babe."

She engulfed me in a hug before pulling away to look me in the eye. Her eyebrows suddenly knitted together. "Have you been crying?" She asked, worry lacing her voice.

I tried to act cool and shook my head. "No, why?"

Looking at me knowingly, she pulled away to cross her arms over her chest. "Then why are your eyes red? Louis, I know when you've been crying, don't lie to me."

I sighed, looking away from her while biting down on my bottom lip. "It's nothing. I'm just a crybaby sometimes."

She chuckled lightly, reaching up to grab my chin so I was looking at her. "You know it's never childish to cry? We're human beings. We're supposed to feel emotions and show them. Don't be ashamed of it."

Forming a tight smile, I nodded. "I guess you're right. I just personally think it was over something so small that I find it childish."

"Alright. Well, you don't have to tell me about it, but I don't like you lying to me," she pouted, making me laugh.

"I won't make it a habit."

With that said, we walked to the cafeteria where Niall and Zayn were already sitting, munching on their food. They nodded to us in acknowledgment as we sat down. Once Niall had swallowed down the food in his mouth, he spoke up; "Hey, did you hear that a girl named Nathalie is throwing a party this weekend and everyone's invited? We so have to go."

He was excited, there was no doubt about it. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Sounds fun," Hannah shrugged, looking over at me.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, why not? There's been quite some time since we went to a party. What do you say, Zayn?"

"Yeah, as long as the pop star stays away, I'm in," he said, and as if on cue, the curly haired lad walked into the cafeteria. You could tell by the way the entire room erupted with chatter and high squeals.

Tell me one good reason why we had lunch together with the sophomores. I could find none, especially since Harry came back. They were a pain in the ass. You could even see people who put their hands over their ears to block the noise out.

Everyone at my table turned to the entrance, knowing who was entering the room. Harry and Liam walked towards their table, a bunch of girls following them. It wouldn't surprise me if he bossed around with them and told them to go buy his food. I wanted to roll my eyes at the idea.

Before I could comprehend what happened, I could feel my heart stop beating in my chest. Those eyes. They were looking at me again. Those green, beautiful eyes that I could drown int-- Alright, I should stop. This wasn't okay. I shouldn't feel this way. Yet, I could still feel my breathing get uneven by his stare. I hated him.

I was fast to look away from him, though. That was probably the only good thing I did during those seconds. I tried to get my breathing even again as I started thinking about what just happened. This situation was only to add on the list of what Harry had done since he came back. What if Liam had a point earlier?

It may sound like nothing to you. I mean, Harry only looked at me, but it didn't feel like that. When he looked at me the way he did now and yesterday... It was the way he used to look at me when we were together. It was intense, nothing like the way a normal person would glance at you. It was more to it than just a stare. It meant something, and I wanted to know what... or did I? It wasn't like it mattered anyway.

"Louis?"

I turned to the source of the voice, noticing that it was Niall who had called my name. "Yeah?"

He looked at me suspiciously. "You're not listening, are you?"

Scratching the back of my neck, I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."

He turned around to look over at the curly haired boy who was now talking to some blonde girl who was leaning towards him with a finger around a strand of her hair. A second later, Niall looked back at me with raised eyebrows. "Anyway, we were just talking about the party. It's pretty close to your house so we thought that we could sleep over at yours afterward if it's okay with you?"

I glanced at all of their faces, everyone looking at me before I shrugged. "I can talk to mom about it, but I don't think it'll be a problem. She can probably stay over at gran's with the girls."

Niall clapped his hands together happily. "Yay."

After that, nothing really happened except more talking about everything and nothing. It wasn't until I exited the cafeteria together with Hannah and accidentally crossed paths with my English teacher that something made my heart race again. I frantically tried to avoid eye-contact with him, but it was too late. He had already noticed me.

I swore under my breath and tried pulling Hannah in the opposite direction, but I unfortunately failed to do that too. "Mr. Tomlinson, can I have a word with you?"

Taking a deep breath, I stopped, making Hannah do so as well. "Sure," I said, a tight smile forming on my lips.

"I'll see you after school. Bye," I said to Hannah and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She gave me a worried smile in returned but listened to me and walked away from us.

Mr. Waltz watched as my girlfriend left before turning his attention to me. Before he could open his mouth, I beat him to it. "I'm really sorry I left class today... again, Mr. Waltz. It won't happen aga--"

He cut me off by shaking his head while his lips twitched upwards. "No, Mr. Tomlinson. That is not the reason why I wanted to talk to you, even if I would appreciate that you'll stay the entire hour from now on. However, what I wanted to talk to you about is the test you and Harry did. I noticed that you left before you could answer the last question, aren't I right?"

I bit my lip while nodding slowly.

"Well, he finished it without your help, and I just thought that you wanted to know what he answered considering you don't know." He gave me a polite smile while I just stared at him as if he was a ghost.

I didn't get why this test was so important to him. It was just a paper with some stupid questions. What was the big deal? I took a deep breath before starting to shake my head. "You know, I--"

To my surprise, he put a hand on my shoulder and made eye-contact with me. "I'm not stupid, Mr. Tomlinson. I know what I'm doing, alright? Let's just say I've had a talk to someone who is quite worried about her son, and I do have a pretty good memory, believe it or not. You and Mr. Styles were pretty close back in the days, weren't you?"

I had to take a step back to even begin to comprehend what he just said. He'd talked to Anne? How much had she told him? Was it enough to make something like this stupid test up? "What are you talking about?" I frowned.

He put his hands up in surrender. "I'll admit it, the test was stupid. I understand why you left class twice," he chuckled.

I nodded slowly, still finding what he was saying hard to believe.

"I did it because I wanted to see the two of you's reactions. It actually surprised me that it was you who left class and not Mr. Styles. That was what I had expected. But it actually seemed like he took the test seriously..." He trailed off thoughtfully. "You were the only pair that got the last question too. It was to see Mr. Styles' reaction to it. This was all his mother asked for. To see if there was anything left of the old him in there. This was his answer." He handed me the test. "You don't have to read it if you don't want to."

With that said, he walked away, leaving me standing there with the test in my hand. I swallowed hard, looking down at it. Did I want to see it? I knew it would most likely break me, but was it worth it? I was still curious...

With a sigh, I folded it together and put it in my back pocket. I decided I would think about it until school ended for the day.

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Last class of the day was Physiology, and I had it together with Niall. The test had bugged me the last two lessons, so when I spotted Niall sitting with his phone in his seat when I entered the classroom, I couldn't help but tell him about it. I wanted to hear his opinion about it even if I probably already knew what his answer would be. However, I just wanted someone to share it with.

Once I had informed him everything of the test and what Mr. Waltz had told me during lunch, his eyes were the size of two golf balls. "You have got to be kidding me? His mom called him just to get him to find out... wow."

"I know. But, to be honest, I'm not that surprised by what Anne did. She is quite desperate to get him back. She was on the verge of tears last time I talked to her, and I felt bad for letting her down. I swear she would do anything for Harry, that's how much she loves him."

Niall nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yeah, but it's weird how Mr. Waltz just went along with it. I mean, do you even have any kind of relationship with him?"

I shook my head. "No, but maybe he just found the situation interesting? He said he had a good memory and could recall how close we'd been. Maybe he was just curious to see if he could do anything to change things? I don't know... I'll admit, I think it's a little weird as well."

He hummed in agreement, his eyebrows pulled together. "Are you going to look at it, though?"

I shrugged, biting my bottom lip. "I still haven't made my mind up about that. A part of me is curious to see what it says while the other just wants to toss the paper in the trash. I don't know, Niall."

He understood my dilemma. "Well, whatever you decide to do and what his answer was, I hope you still won't change your mind about him. Keep in mind what he did to you. You're better than him, alright?"

I nodded. "I know, Niall. I'm not an idiot. He's treated me like shit, and I'm never going to forget that, no matter what. Haven't I already made that pretty clear?" I asked, referring to when I had acted like Harry was nothing when he talked to me about the test after school.

"Well, yes, but I still know how you react every time you see him, hear his name or even think about him. It's like you're in your own bubble. Take lunch today for example. You have to admit that you were thinking of him when I snapped you out of your thoughts." He raised his eyebrows, giving me a knowing look.

I let out a sigh, avoiding eye-contact. "Maybe... but it doesn't matter! It's because he's acting weird and I'm trying to understand why. And the reason why he has that kind of effect on me isn't weird either. He is my ex after all!" I almost shouted.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching me, I looked back at Niall. He looked a bit thoughtful. "I guess you're right... I'm just trying to look out for you, mate. You know I am."

Letting out a sigh, I nodded my head. "I know, and I'm thankful for that. I'm sorry I almost yelled at you."

A small smile spread on his lips. "Don't worry about that. I understand why you did. Zayn and I can be a little overprotective... and a bit too often too."

"You don't say?" I chuckled, making him laugh as well.

"We just want what's best for you, though."

I nodded. "I know."

When the last bell of the day rang about an hour later, I found myself walking back to my locker. Once standing in front of it, I unlocked it and put my books in before getting out my backpack. I was just about to close the locker again when I could suddenly feel a warmth behind me.

I froze in place, feeling how the person behind me was so close that I could feel their hair tickling the side of my neck. I didn't know how to react or what to do, so I stayed still to see what the person would do.

"I would at least have expected a thank you."

My heart practically burst in my chest at the voice. It was him. I turned around abruptly, almost getting whiplash by the fast pace. "Wh-what do you mean?" Fuck, I stuttered.

I could see that he noticed this considering the wide smile that formed on his lips. God, I hated him. "Well, let's just say your books are in your locker now, aren't they?" Harry winked at me before walking off towards the exits.

All I could do was stare at his disappearing figure, trying to comprehend what he just said. My books? Wait... He was the one who had placed my books on my locker this morning after English class, wasn't he? Oh fuck.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heartbeat for probably the seventh time that day. When I said I was scared to know what this day would bring me earlier, I wasn't lying. It had been a real nightmare, and I was sure at least my heart wouldn't be able to take another thing happening.

That was when I remembered the test in my back pocket. Well, I had already had a dramatic day. Could it even get any worse? Pulling it out, I looked over the front page, seeing the answers we had filled in together. Was I really going to expose myself to this? Didn't I just say that my heart wouldn't be able to take anything more today?

Eh, whatever. Could one more thing actually be that bad?

Turning the paper over, I realized that, in fact, it could be because what it showed was not what I expected. At all.

It was clear as day that the there was a circle around the letter 'D'.

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Do you guys remember what 'D' stood for? Well, either you'll have to wait to find out or you'll have to go back to check ;) I hope you enjoyed this chapter, see you soon.

Pauline .xx