Harry et Moi. ( English Version )

"I just want you to know. Baby you're the best."-Lana del Rey in Summertime Sadness.

            I wasn't a popular girl or have a lot of friends.

I'm just a second year senior high school student , my name is Charlotte. In the classroom, I'm the type of girl that is shy and contemplative. My score isn't bad but isn't good as well. Just average.

            Now, I'm currently having a crush, he is a my classmate friend who likes to daydreaming. His name is Harry. I had noticed Harry during this year because I think he is a boy who has a lot of problems, but he's really good at hiding his feelings.

            I remember the incident a few weeks ago when our class was assigned to make a creative / craft made of clay. Harry is not the smart kid in the class. He often get bad grades in many subjects. However, the only lesson that he mastered were: Art Skills.

             More friends in my class asks Harry to help their work on clay. Because Harry carve clever, of course. He is adept and able to complete his "friends" art homework.

             I was so sad to know that Harry did not ask for any payment from the result of his hard work until dawn. His "Friends" was just using Harry. They didn't even say Thank You to him.

             During this time I saw Harry only utilized by most of the students in the class. Such as : Cleaning up the board, taking the laptop and projector, photocopy test questions, homework art, and many other things. Harry had to work even picket duty every day! Are they all never realized how exhausted Harry endure all of this?

            But Harry is such a strong and independent boy. He did not complain to all the things they've done. But behind that smile, I can see a deep sadness inside of his eyes.

             Yesterday, I saw Harry's right hand is bandaged. I was curious and asked him what really happened. Slowly, Harry opened the bandage. Wound.

Deep cuts until I can see the flesh. I panicked and told him to go to the doctor for some treatment. But he refused.

              Then he explained the cause of the injury is slight because he punched his hand into the glass. The reason is because he got scolded by his parents when he didn't do anything. It feels like I really wanted to know even further about his problem.

But he won't ever tell.

Since that day I realized that Harry had serious family problems.

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RING ...

The recess bell rang. All children were get out of the classroom.

Me and my two best friends, Lana and Chloé goes to the cafeteria.

"Do you realize? so pity Harry take orders from our friends." I said to them.

"Yeah, I feel really sorry for him, If I were him, I certainly have been very upset!" Lana said.

              After the meal was over, we were about to go upstairs to get back to my class.

When I pass the Counseling Room and guess who's inside? Yes. Harry was there.

              Harry and  the counseling teacher seemed to be consulted and have a chat. And for the first time, I saw Harry was so ... sad. And it seems he almost cry. My heart feels so painfull. Why?

               Because I've felt the same way like he do. Dark past, my friends hated me. No one wants to be friends with me. The most hated feeling I have ever known : Loneliness.

Therefore, I understand how Harry was feeling at the moment.

               After school, I intend to meet and express my feelings on Harry. After

nearly one year together in the same class, I want to tell him everything.

"Harry! Wait!" I said half shouted to Harry that afternoon.

Harry is confused and immediately stopped.

"I want to talk to you. Important." I said then I pulled his hand and go to the back of the school.

"What's going on?" Harry said when we got there.

"I just want to tell the truth. Thing I've been trying to hold it. But promise listen to me until the end." I said.

"Say it." said Harry shortly.

I'm holding my breath for several seconds. Then I said with tears that almost drop in my eyes

"Why are you always like this Harry? Until when are you going to survive with this without

ending? How long will you have to obey all your friends wishes? Is that can be called true FRIENDS? Is a friend told you to serve them? Why are you doing all these stupid things Harry?! Did you know that 

you've been used by them! "I sobbed.

Harry bowed his head and take a deep long breath. And then silent.

"I'm doing all of this ... because I do not have a friend. And you know it. I do not want to be like this Charlotte! really! I don't wanna do this at all! But I need their help. They helped me in learning. And you know what? I've almost couldn't pass into my next grade several times because all my value was red.

But as I learned with them, I can pass my next grade. Although this time I was really afraid that I'm not gonna make it to the next grade. Final Exam is almost here, and I don't know what else I can do." said Harry

while holding the tears from falling down his cheek.

I wipe my tears. Then smiled and said:

"Harry, I want to help you." I said as I hugged him spontaneously.

"I want to be your friend. I'll teach you for the final exam of the semester, I will help you

doing picket work, I will not let them ordering you again. Not anymore." I'm crying again. I think Harry too.

"Harry, please forgive them. I represent all of their apologies for what they have done.

You shouldn't be sad anymore!" I said.

Harry replied my hug. And we hugged each other tightly for a few seconds. Then we pulled back

our hands.

"Thank you, friend." Harry said with a sincere smile.

THE END