Psychotic. ||L.S *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Three.

"I guess you can come in?" I roll my eyes, I drop my towel, grabbing pajama pants off the ground. 

I turn toHarry, who is biting his lip, "Oh, uh, tell me a Lil bit about you baby boy"

"I, uh, um... I'm 18. Last year of high school, have six siblings. I'm pretty good at dares!" I smile.

"Lemme know a bit about you." I ask, but he just shakes is head in return. "No, I, uh don't like to share so much about myself." He tells me, "I understand, but tell me the basics." I smile at him. "I'm 23, finished high school a while ago, but I still live with my mum, i'm a loser." He tells me, "I highly doubt that cutie." "Everything else... I'll make you afraid, I'm even afraid of myself."

I shook my head. "Harry, don't you think I wouldn't even tried to talk to you, I mean, look at your eyes, wouldn't I be afraid already looking at them?" I ask him.

"Can we just cuddle and talk about this some other day." He said, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Let's go, " I said. I feel so close to him, yet I barely know him.

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I stand in front of my locker grabbing a book I need, Liam pulls my locker open more. "No one can believe you went to Harry, and spent a solid half an hour in there!" He tells me, I look at him and smirk. 

"We didn't talk much about what happened the day after you need to tell me during lunch." I shake my head, "Not much to talk about Liam." I start to walk away.  Liam continues to talk, but I just put my headphones on and keep walking.