{57} A crazy cafe, fuzzy clothes, and stuck in the snow

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Authors note: Hey nuggets! Enjoy this chap!  Random dedication this time...love you<3

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Wednesday.

Harry’s POV:

I know exactly what I want to do after this class.  Even if he's in class now I will find him.  This Jake guy is cool, I'm not stupid.  Too bad I don't give a shit!  He did something to Gracie and I don't know what.  How am I clueless that he's annoying her.  He texts her all the time?  Harry, just shut up.

I walked quickly in my converse looking for him.  Any sign of his group of dicks and I'll ask one of them where he is.  The café is a blur as I rush past, why am I not looking in there?  I change my plans and peak through the clear windows of the café.  Immediately I spot him at the popular table.  With Zayn.  They better not be up to anything. 

"Do you think you're gonna get Grace or something?" I ask from behind him.

He turns his head slowly and glares at me.  Zayn does the same.  Glad Gracie ditched him, really.

"So you're her little lover?  Going to the dance?" Jake glares even more.

"I'm actually Harry." I smirk, "But get the hell away from her and if you don't I swear you'll regret it."

People start to turn to us now.  I still don't give a shit.  When do I ever?

"I know about you..." Jake realizes and points to Zayn's fading bruise. 

Oh yeah, I beat him up.  Over Gracie...I'm going insane.  Zayn looks like he wants to laugh at me.  He shouldn't think I won't pound his face again.  I'm done here, Jake heard me. 

"Just leave Grace alone." I mumble and turn on my heel. 

"Harry!" He calls.

What now?  I barely turn to look at him.

"I'll leave her alone, she hates me anyways." Jake frowns. 

I nod at him and hope he's not lying.  Now I don't have to add to the list of Gracie's other lovers. No one will be as worse as Niall though.  Considering she was fucking in love with him too.  I could just tell.  Maybe I did mess up their relationship.  But it wasn't just me.  Ella, Mal, and all those people.

"Hey Curly." I hear Chelle say. 

"Chelley!" I try to get into a better mood. 

I fling my arm around her and keep on walking.  She can probably tell something is up with me but luckily knows better not to pry.  I swear I'm getting taller because she seems super short.  Chelle has been pretty short ever since I've known her though. 

"Guess what." She smiles.

"What?" Chelle pulls my arm towards the front of the school. 

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