Just a little info: Feyrah is the kind of person to get annoyed easily by Harry. She sounds like a jerk to him sometimes but Harry likes it because it means he is annoying her.
Harry likes to annoy Feyrah in strange ways... Like making inappropriate jokes. He enjoys annoying Feyrah because he doesn't like her boring and stuck up attitude.
*unedited bc I'm lazy*
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"Ayee! Whad up princess?" Liam, one of Harry's stupid friends catcalled to a random girl in a horrible American accent.
All of these Brits can never do American accents right, I should know, I'm American.
My dad got a job out of the states and our whole family had to move over to London. So far I don't really like London. I mean it's really cool looking and all but I really love my home back in California better. It is warmer, I could actually understand people back home, and there were beaches with hot dudes. Not anymore. Now I'm stuck at a public school that still has to wear uniforms.
(A/N: I know nothing about the school systems in England or Europe or wherever. basically in this book it will be an American school system)
I walked past Liam, Harry, and Louis. I don't see the other two.
"Nice accent," I say under my breath as I walk by not realizing they heard me.
"Hey, I thought Liam did a great job," I heard a voice say in another fake American accent. The voice is high pitched so I have no idea who said it, all of them have fairly deep voices, especially Harry so it couldn't of been him.
I swirled around to face the three, I give them a confused gaze.
"What is bothering you Feyrah?" Holy crap it was Harry who was talking.
I tried hard not to laugh but failed,"oh my god! That was you talking?" I laughed.
"Why yes it was. Do you prefer this accent bedda (better)?" He now talked in a eastern American accent.
"Your voice is so," I tried to find the words,"your voice is so high-pitched. Its hilarious," I say my laughter dying down.
"It wasn't like I was sucking on helium. I didn't think it was high pitched at all," he said in disbelief. My laughter died down and Louis spoke up,"Harry mate, it was pretty up there but it wasn't so bad." He said smirking at me.
"Whateva," he said back in his normal accent and normal deep tone.
"Okay," I mumbled not knowing what else to say and turned my heals and started to walk down the hallway once again. I don't know where I'm going but anywhere other than here is better. Away from Harry.
"Aye! Feyrah!" I heard the deep voice yell from behind me. I stopped in my tracks not bothering to look behind me. "See you in class haha!" Oh god don't remind me. I ignored him and walked down the hallway going nowhere.
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Sitting in classrooms is my most least favorite thing to do ever. I hate not being able to get up from my seat for 40 minuets straight, sometimes even longer, like this class that is a whole freaking hour. It drives me insane! Now I have to spend my horrid classroom time next the the boy I hate the most.
I sit patiently in my uncomfortable desk chair waiting for the class to fill in. I didn't have anywhere to be after I practically ran away from Harry and his bozos. So I just came here.
So far the class is missing about 8 people and class starts in five minuets. I don't get how some people will wait till the last minuet.
I pull out my binder, notebook and a reading book and put it on my desk. I put my phone in the waistband of my skirt, to hide it so when I get bored during class I will have something to do.
I fix my shirt at the hem so it will cover up my phone, when I decide everything is covered up, I open up my reading book and start to read to pass some time.
YOU ARE READING
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...
