Of•The•Stars {H.S AU}

12.

"My favourite song?"

"Yep!" Harry answers, the first song in my mind was immediately Little Things - One Direction but I can't tell that to Harry! I can't let him know I like his music!

"I'm not sure." I state, good enough excuse, right?

"There has to be one song that sticks out from the rest?" Harry ventures on, "I can't pick, Harry." I say, Harry keeps quiet and I hope he's dropped it as I don't think I have any non-One Direction songs in mind.

"Okay fine, top three favourite songs!" Harry says, as if he's just come up with the best idea ever.

Welp, I was wrong, he isn't done, I start thinking up different songs that aren't 1D, which is actually suprisingly difficult.

"I don't know, I mean I like Back To December by Taylor Swift? I also like Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka, oh and also Doo Wop by Ms. Lauryn Hill." Wow, I didn't think it would be that easy to think of some songs.

"Those are all very, very good songs." Harry says as he nods his head.

"Now what's your top three?" I ask Harry, he looks at me and starts thinking a bit, "The Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh, Hey Jude by The Beatles and a song by us that hasn't been released yet!" Harry says as he looks at me with a cheeky smile. I look at him with a straight face and say, "What's the song called, Harold?!" Harry laughs a bit before shaking his finger in my face.

"That's confidential, Miss Asteria!" He teases, "Then why'd you tell me! I'm curious now!" Harry sits up and looks me in the eye.

"I wanted to see your reaction." He says in a soft and sincere voice before cracking up again as he sees my unamused face.

"You're annoying." I mumble as Harry rolls on the grass next to me. He sits up and stares at his feet before looking at mine.

"Your feet are so tiny!" Harry says in a baby voice.

"They are not! Your feet are just big!" I say, defending my feet, no one talks to my feet like that!

I'm being over protective of my feet.

"But your feet are tiny!" Harry says as he gestures towards our feet.

"Compared to yours they're tiny! I wear a size 6, thank you very much!" I say to Harry who looks at me in shock.

"6?! I wear a 10!" Harry exclaims to which I also get shocked. A size 10! That's huge!

The rest of the conversation we engage in meaningless chatter, until we notice the sky turning orange, a signal of the sun rising.

We decide to head back home and by the time we get there its 4:58, meaning I can just get ready for school.

Another day ahead of me.