The Grey Butterfly {H.S}

The Grey Butterfly 10

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Mariana's Pov

What lay in front of my eye is something I should have expected. I mean, this is Jess we're talking about. Whilst I falling for Harry and fighting with him, his sister was getting caught up in Jess' games. Well, here's even more shit to add to my list titled, 'Why do I actually give a fuck?' I groan and walk straight back out the bathroom. What happened with Harry and me? I just cannot fathom how I just stood there and let him take advantage of me like that. Damn hormones! The feeling of his lips though, gave me a feeling I had never experienced before in my life. God Mia, snap out of it!

"Yo, Mia," someone caught my attention.

"Zayn?"

"Hey, babe. How you doing?" He strolled up with two guys on either side of him, one around the same height as him with crystal blue eyes and the other with green eyes, much similar to mine.

"Em," I brushed my hand through my bed head hair, stress clearly shown on my face. "I'm fine...I guess."

"You guess. That doesn't sound good."

I ignored his comment and stared at the infamous boys on either side of him.

"Oh, yeah. This is Niall," he pointed to the blond with blue eyes. "And this is Liam," and then to the one with eyes like mines. "I brought them with me when I came here."

"Oh...em lovely. It's nice to meet you both," I smiled politely at them both. "I'm sorry. I have a splitting sore headache. Can you excuse me?" I say rushing off.

"Wait, Mia," Zayn calls. "Let me come with you."

I nod and we walk side by side with his hand lightly placed on the small of my back.

"Is everything alright?" He pulls me to the side and asks.

His body was too close to mine. It just reminded me of how close Harry stood and how wrong this is. My hands climb up to his chest and gently push him a step back. "I'm fine really, but I think we are about to be late for class."

As if on cue, the bell rang. Zayn walked closely beside me on our way to history, a class we had discovered we had together. Everyone stared when we walked in. Whether it was the fact he was new or our proximity, I don't know. Gracie and Jess sat in their normal seats next to each other. I had nothing against them being together. Secretly, I was kinda rooting for them, but what I didn't want to happen was Gracie having her heart broken by Jess. The girl may be my best friend, but she makes the wrong choices when it comes to her sex life.

"You both have a lot of explaining to do," I whisper to them both as I walk past.

When I look back up, I see Harry in his normal seat next to mine. His eyes were black, his hands gripping onto the edge of the table. He was looking straight through me and shooting the look of death towards Zayn. I quickly take my seat, craning my back over and hiding in a ball behind my hair.

"You okay, babe?" Zayn whispered in my ear from the empty seat behind me.

Please Harry don't say anything, please, please, I begged in my head. "I'm fine," I clear my throat and straighten my back, peeling my jacket off and taking my books out of my bag.

I bring my head back up from getting my books and Jess and Gracie are staring at me as if I'd grown four heads. I sneak a glance at Harry and he's glaring back at Zayn who was glaring straight back. God, this was one intense staring contest. Both, at the same time, raise from their seats, chests puffed out. Their chairs make a screeching sound, which made me raise my hands to cup my ears in protection. The boys had still said nothing to each other, but only stare. I hadn't realized our whole class was now watching and chanting them on into a fight. But me, I just froze in my seat. I shut them all out. I shut everything out, like I normally do.

"Stay away," I hear the faint argument. Their growls playing in tune with each other.

"You screwed up, mate. It's my turn," Zayn pushes.

Everything else happened so fast. Harry's right hand hooked up and connected into the side of Zayn's jaw. Gracie screamed at her bother to calm down and Jess looked at me as if I were the gatekeeper, but what did I do? I did nothing. Everything played in slow motion. Voices we echoing through my head. My vision blurred. I couldn't keep track of what was happening around me. My breathing started to pick up, and by that point I had grabbed my things and was running out of the room.

"Mia," I heard them all calling my name.

My head told me to stop, but my feet didn't get the message. I knew it would be Zayn and Harry to follow me out.

"Leave us alone," Harry shouts at Zayn.

"I will leave, but only when she tells me."

"Stop!" I burst. Heat ran to my face and I felt myself flush. "Just stop," my voice broke and I felt my body going down with it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Harry repeats like a melodic broken record and pulls me into his embrace. As much as I wanted to pull away, I couldn't. I just lay in his arms. "I'm sorry," his whisper fanned my ear.

I eventually gained the strength to push away from him and stand on my own. "You punched him," I stated and looked over at Zayn, who chose to rather look at the ground than of me in Harry's arms. I walked over to Zayn and took his face in my hands and examined the damage Harry had done. I could hear Harry's silent protests.

The way he stood and uneven breaths gave off his disapproval ."I'm warning you, Malik. Get away from her."

That's when I snapped. "Don't you dare," I boomed. "You do not tell him what to do. Not after what you did. If you hate me being this close to him, then you shouldn't have punched him. Either way, he is my friend and you will not tell him to stay away from me," I panted.

His eyes fell along with his face. "I...I'm sorry," He says again.

"Oh God, change the record already, Harry. I know you're sorry. Saying it over and over again doesn't change anything. Doing something will," my heart broke. Why were we always fighting? I didn't want to fight with him. I wanted to be with him. "I'll take you to the nurse," I say quietly, not looking at him, but still staring into Harry's demanding orbs.

Then we walk away, leaving him standing there with nothing more to say and my heart breaking just a little bit more.

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RIGHT. This is quite major. I feel like the past 3 chapters I have written have gotten worse and worse :( I don't know whether to finish it and keep uploading. I need to know if this is worth keeping up and if its worth to keep writing more. I don't exactly like this chapter that much either, I feel as though I am just dragging it on and on. What do you all think? I really need to know. Either comment or P.M me (for a more personal chat, It's up to you guys) Thanks so much you have no Idea how much I love you guys.

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~ Edited 27/07/2015