Fuck or Forget you (H.S.-AU)

Chapter 11

I'm Styles. Harry Styles. And with that he walked away. I won't lie... He looks handsome and hot. His locks, his bright green eyes and on top his fucking beautiful smile + a supercute dimple. How does he manage to have straight teeth?! I mean I had braces for 3 years and I don't have them as straight as him. Life is unfair I guess puberty did well in his case I want to touch his curls. They seem so fluffy. Oh god what am I thinking?! And his symbolistic smirk. He seems cocky, but at the same time my gut-feeling is telling me that he hides. He doesn't want to be seen. I don't like his cocky attitude, well he has every right to be cocky, because he is just everything every girl wants. From the look.

I don't know him, but I want to change that. I don't know why, but then again something is telling me I should be friends with him, I want to know his real self. I'm sure the name will stay in my mind for the whole day. I hope I'll see him around more often. I hope he isn't like every other boy here, a douchebag. Beside his smirk he seems really nice and not arrogant. I guess I could get a new friend. We'll see...

I groan. Maths. Why does this subject exist?! I ask this question quite often... When I open the door everyone is already in. Harry. I spot Harry and next to him is a free seat.

"Ms. Johnson! How nice that you found the right room. Already excited for Maths aren't you?!", Mr. Clark said full of sarcasm. Oh god how I hate him.

"Yeah. Well... I couldn't find the room. It isn't my problem that the school is so large", I say rolling my eyes.

"Take a seat next to Mr. Styles please."

"Okay." That was really awkward. I hate conversations with my teachers.

The class goes by so slowly. I am finding myself falling asleep. I cannot fall asleep the teacher will kill me and I'll probably won't get through.

"Mia? Tell us what x is", the teacher said giving me the "you will fail" look.

"Say 5", someone whispered. I look next to me and see Harry. Should I trust him? Well better than saying nothing.

"Well uh... ehm.. 5.. Yes it's 5!"

Mr. Clark looks at me as if he had seen a ghost. Maybe it's, because I never get something right in Maths. If it's right.

"Very well Johnson!"

I looked at Harry and whisper: "Thanks. You just saved my bum."

"Can I get something of it?"

"And that would be what Styles?..."

"I would like to touch that bum", he says. I can already feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. Oh god. I'm sure that I look like a tomato.

"I would like to touch a unicorn. What will possibly not happen", I say looking sad.

"Touching your bum is probably better", he tells me, smirking.

"Of course it is. I mean you see my fat. So you can actually feel something when you grab it. Not like other girls. You would feel just bones there", I say him honestly. When I look around I see girl with just flesh and bones. It's ugly. I said fat, because I know that I'm not the thinnest. And you know what? I don't really mind. Like chocolate does their things. I mean Marcel told me when he grabs a butt, what he does quite often, he wants to really "grab" something. Not to feel bones...but then again it's different at guys. Okay I just imagined Marcel grabbing butts. It's not the best picture. That's why I need a female friend or a male, who is straight.

"Hmmm... I like your position to it. You are different than other girls."

"Was that a compliment Styles?"