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Walking to my period before lunch, I already got butterflies. Luke creates emotions in me, and I hate it. He knows my name, now. That's even worse. I didn't want to tell him, er, Michael. Was it Michael? I better check. 

Wait, if I check, Luke will think I'm online. I'll just wait until lunch. It's only 30 more minutes. 

What if I message him now? No, I'd get in trouble.

My phone's laying on the corner of my desk. I keep looking at it, zoning out into the blank screen. 

I shake my head and go to pick it up, but the bell rings. I breathe out a sigh of relief and grab my stuff, going to an empty stair well and sitting on a step.

I open messenger and send him a message. 

I look around the plain stair well and smile to myself. 

For some reason, he makes me forget how alone I am at times. That's pretty pathetic, I know, but it's true.

I look down and realize it's been 7 minutes. He still hasn't replied. Okay...

Didn't he say to message him when I'm at lunch? Yeah, it says it. I send him another message. and a person opens the door. I jump. It's a boy. He's got brown, curly hair and a frantic look on his face.

"What are you doing?" He asks. He's not rude, or anything though.

"I'm just sitting." I say.

"Can I sit with you?" He asks. Uh, what? He doesn't even know me. 

"I guess."

He comes over and sits next to me. He's sitting about four feet from me, but I smell the mint on him. 

"S-So, what's your name?" He asks. I look at him, and he's looking at his lap. He must not be having a good day.

"Uh, Katie." I reply. I look at my phone and Luke hasn't messaged. I lock it and turn so my back is leaning on the railing bars. "What about you?" I ask him.

"It's Harry." I notice a slight british accent and my insides squirm.

"That's a nice name." He's obviously upset about something, might as well forget about my troubles for once.

"Katie's better." He says, smiling. I smile at him. He's attractive, though. Green eyes and white smile. I blink a couple times. 

"Are you, uh, okay?" I ask. 

"There are some pretty shitty people out there in that lunch room." He says, chuckling softly. He's looking at me. I nod.

"I know." It's quiet a moment. 

"Do you have this lunch" He asks. 

"Yeah. I usually go to the lunch room, but today I decided to not." 

"Huh. I've never seen you before." He tilts his head.

"I've never seen you either." I chuckle. 

"What's your next class?" He asks. 

"Uhm, Art." I say. 

"Cool, let me walk you there." He smiles. I smile too, getting a strange feeling in my stomach.

"Wait, where's your class?" 

"I have english next." He says. 

"What?! That's clear on the other side of the school and up the stairs! I can't let you be late to class, we just met!" He starts laughing. I smile at him. Why? Because he has a cute laugh. 

"Girl, give me your phone." He says, still laughing slightly. 

Without thinking, I hand him my phone. 

"Luke Hemmings?" My face heats. 

"Uh, uh, y-yeah." I stutter.

"He's pretty hot. I'd be jealous if I wasn't already taken." 

"Who's the lucky lady?" I say, chuckling a bit.

"The lucky boy." He says correcting me.

My eyes almost jump out of my head. "Y-You're gay?" I say. He nods.

"Yep! and I'm happily taken by the one and only Louis Tomlinson." He says.

Whoo. I was about to develop a crush. Let me mentally rub my arm across my forehead as I say 'phew'. 

Harry hands me my phone back. "There. You have my number." He smiles at me and stands up, extending an arm out to me. I give him a questioning look. "Lunch is almost over, if you don't want to get trampled, I suggest we leave now." 

I take his hand and we walk out of the stair well, making our way to the art rooms.

"You should text me, alright? Like, now, so I have your number." He says. I giggle and send him a text.

The bell rings and I check my messages. My mood plummets and Harry notices it. 

"Hey, you're not allowed to be upset next to me." He's joking but I shrug and sigh. 

"Sorry." I send Luke a message saying lunch was over. I don't know why I'm getting put in a mood over this. I guess maybe I just really like talking to him? Could I actually like him? I've never met him though. Maybe I do?

Harry walks me to the art room and hugs me, telling me he had to go through hell for Louis, but he did it. And that I may just have to do the same for Luke. 

But I don't like Luke enough for that. I just said 'okay' and walked into the room. 

Fuck you, Luke, for putting these emotions in me.

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