when lacey met harry

week three

MONDAY

I walked up to my table on Monday, sliding into my seat, a migraine pounding away.

"Morning" I said, my voice sounded defeated.

"Morning bunny." he smirked at me which earned him a glare.

"Harry Styles if you wish to continue this friendship I highly suggest you never call me that again."

"Ahh booo, you're no fun." He gave me a quick look over as I leaned my elbows on the table, my head against my fingers, rubbing my temples, "You okay?"

"Migraine, but I have a stupid assignment due today that has to be handed in, in person, right at the start of class. Hoping to get there early enough so I can leave."

"What side is the migraine on?" He asked quietly.

"Left mostly, but it's strong enough to feel on the right."

He took my right hand from my head and spread my fingers, placing his thumb and index finger in the space between my thumb and index finger, massaging it softly.

"I have to add a bit more pressure, it might feel uncomfortable okay?"

I nodded and he pinched it softly, massaging the area in small circles, a bit more pressure added.

After about ten minutes I felt some of the pressure from my migraine go away. It wasn't completely gone, but my head felt less brick-like.

"How did you do that?" I said quietly, opting for water instead of caffeine, taking a sip.

"Pressure points. I used to get them really bad, and my mum taught me that."

"Well thank goodness for Anne," I smiled softly, "Thanks Harry."

"Of course."

I folded my hands in front of me, resting my forehead against them, "So I heard Gemma was just splendid at Sunday tea. My mother was sooo happy that she picked up on the manners you didn't, and that she acclimated to this lifestyle."

He laughed, "Funny how your mum just assumes everyone wants this lifestyle."

I rested my chin on my arms and chuckled, "You mean you don't want unlimited caviar?"

He mimicked me, folding his arms and resting his chin on his, "Mmm, nope, I'm just fine."

I smiled at him wondering when exactly we crossed the line of strangers into somewhat friends. He was so quiet when we first sat here together, and now I was slowly realizing how funny he could be.

He scrunched his nose at me and I laughed softly. As handsome as he had looked on Saturday, this had to be my favorite version of him. His messy hair and pullover sweater. The slight stubble growing back in.

"What's on your mind Burket?" He smirked at me.

"How I can trick you into marrying me long enough for me to kill you and take what little inheritance you may have."

He laughed and leaned back in his seat, "I'm glad to see you can still come up with evil plans, even with a migraine."

"It's a gift." I smiled sitting up straight and groaning.

"Seeing as I'm moving at the pace of a snail today, I should start heading to campus. See you tomorrow Harry, don't get married in between then. I'll be heartbroken."

He shook his head, "I make no promises. Bye, Lacey."

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Later that night as I was watching Gilmore Girls I got a message on Instagram from Harry.