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"Liam Payne sit next to Niall Horan." Niall and Liam both high five each other and quickly take a table near the back of the classroom.
The beginning of the school year, oh joy.
New friends, homework, crappy lunches and new seating arrangements.
"Feyrah Woods and...let's see here," Miss. Grace glances at her seating chart on her handy clipboard. I swear I will scream internally for the rest of my life if I get put next to-
"Ah, Feyrah Woods and Harry Styles."
No Damn it! She has to be kidding.
Me and Styles both make eye contact across the classroom, both of us in shock.
He quickly looks at Miss. G,"But Miss. Grace! Feyrah hates me!" Styles announced out loud, some people muffle a laugh."She literally wants my decapitated head on a stick."
"Well that's... graphic. But it's a new year! And who knows, you two might end up being friends!" She says excitedly.
"Umm ew," I mutter under my breath.
I pull the chair out under the desk and sit down. "Ugghh," I groan. How did this happen?
I loath Harry, he is such a stupid player with all of his dumb friends. And he always annoys me on purpose just to push my buttons!
I hear his chair squeak against the hard floor and feel the table shake as he pushes his chair under the desk.
"It looks like we are table buddies," Harry says in amusement as he playfully nudges my shoulder.
"Don't touch me," I say annoyed.
"Whyyy," he whines,"does it bug you Fey-Fey?" He says poking my arm over and over again. He has been next to me for less than two minutes and is already making me want to rip his hands off of his arm.
"Yes, yes it does so knock it off," I say grabbing his hand and putting it on his side of the desk.
We have a staring contest and then his eyebrow arches up and he smiles. I give him a confused look.
"Wow Feyrah, this," he exhales dramatically and looks deeply into my eyes,"its just that this is moving so fast." I give him a wary stare."we are at the holding hands stage already? I think we need to slow down," that's when I notice my hand is still holding his on the desk, I quickly pull my hand away embarrassed. God I hate him. "It's not you...its- it's me," he says placing his hand on his heart and bursts into a fit of adorable laughter.
Wait what? What did I just say?
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Just a short little intro. I hope you enjoy:))
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mutual feelings+h.s
Fanfiction*on hold* "You know, you aren't a real fun table buddy." He says with a fake frown. "Fuck off Harry." "We could do that if you want, we do have our very own table now," he says with a smirk as he uses one of his hands to trail his fingers up my arm...
