Living a Lie...

Harry strolled through the school grounds continuously kicking the same stone that he had found at the beginning of his journey. Running a hand through his hair he knocked the ball of his foot against the small stone and watched as it rolled off into the distance. Sighing over exaggeratedly he tilted his head up to the sky and watched as the moon appeared to sail across the velvet blanket. Pushing his hands further into his jeans pockets he continued on his journey not really knowing exactly where he was heading. Beginning to question his feelings towards the person he had grew very fond of he approached a small bench situated under an over grown tree. Falling down onto the cold, wooden bench he rested his back against it and resumed his position of gazing up at the twinkling night sky. I couldn't act on my feelings anyway.. he said aloud. it would ruin their relationship. he sighed as he pulled his hands from his pockets and rested them on his knees. its obvious the feeling isn't mutual ... he brushed a hand over his plaster as he felt a sharp bout of pain penetrate through his wound. ow. he complained pocking the small cut. I'm not even sure whether i like the person that way or whether i just want our friendship to flourish. I give up! he half huffed rising to his feet again. if i admit my feelings i wreck a relationship and a friendship and make things awkward and difficult for the band... and if i say nothing... then... he trailed off as he dropped his head against his chest. then i will be living a lie. he sighed again before proceeding through the garden towards his empty apartment.