the pic is me rn
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What? No way. (A/N: no fooking way) He can not be talking about me.
I am so confused.
I have never in my life even seen this boy until he joined my school. I didn't even know his name until today.
I would have remember him. Right?
No, no it could not of been me. But.. it was? He said "I got partnered with her in English." I am his partner for English!
I stood there deep in thought. How is this possible?
Minutes passed and I didn't even realize I have been standing here behind his door for over five minutes.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, quietly.
I heard clothes being thrown and objects being thrown in the trash can and closet.
Moments later the door swung open with Harry standing in sweats and a white t-shirt.
Sweats looked good on him.
"Hi, Riley," He smiled nervously and motioned me to come in.
"Um - Hi Harry. L-lovely house you have."
"Ah, Thank you."
I looked around his room. Surprisingly he was pretty neat with some clothes here and there. He has lots of pictures on his glass shelfs and a big closet on the left side of his room. With a bathroom in the left corner. On the right side was his large wooden bed and a little desk at the end of the bed.
"So.." I said breaking awkward silence between us.
"Sooo.. would you like any water? food? We have like everything downstairs,"
"Uh - um - A water if you don't mind, please."
He nodded. "Sure let me go get that. And also, I was thinking maybe we can get to know each other first?"
Oh. What was I suppose to say? I thought we were starting our project.
"Yeah sure, I guess."
He tried to hide his smile from my nervousness and stuttering, but quickly failed. I hate stuttering.
"Okay, great. Sit on my bed or wherever and we can talk in a second."
He exited his room, heading downstairs to get my glass of water.
I desperately wanted to ask him if or why he was talking in the phone about me.
I decided not to for now, but will sometime this week. Maybe when I get to know him it would somehow come out? I don't know. We'll see.
"Here's your water," He smiled setting in down on the small nightstand next to his bed.
"Thank you. So..," I am hoping he starts talking first.
"We can ask each other questions or? I don't know,"
"S-sure, questions are fine,"
"Actually, wait, " he looked up at me. "Tell me basics, favorites and such,"
He leaned in close to me. I could practically feel his breath on my lips.
"I - um - Okay. Well m-my name is Riley Hope, 18, and - I'm not very interesting, Harry," I dryly laugh.
"Oh c'mon! What's your favorite thing to do? Favorite food? Color? What color panties are you wearing?"
He started laughing.
"Harry!" I put my hands over my face.
"Sorry, so-rry!" He started running out of breathe from laughing. Other than that, his laugh was beautiful.
"Just joking with you. So go on,"
"Well. Favorite things to do is writing and traveling. Favorite food probably pizza. Favorite color is maroon,"
He nodded. "Interesting,"
"Why do you want to know about me?" I asked, looking up at his eyes.
Wow. Is the first thing that popped into my head when I saw his eyes. I've seen his eyes before (obviously), but not this close. They're light green and simply beautiful. Their the kind of eyes you can easily get lost in.
Which was probably me right now.
"You're quiet, Riley. I want to now what you keep inside. I don't know. Just - never mind. And also you're very beautiful," He smiled.
I was lost at words. A boy has never called me beautiful. Pretty, yeah. But beautiful, never.
"T-thank you," I blushed at his words.
"Now tell me about you, Harry. Wait - only if you want,"
He nodded. "Alrighty, my name is Harry Styles and I'm 18," He thought for a moment. "I'm from Chesire, England. I have a sister named Gemma who's 21. My favorite color is dark blue or back. And my favorite food is anything really,"
"Why did you move to Chicago?"
"I needed to get away from there. Personal family problems. My aunt told us we can live with her since she's the only member of our family that lives in America (besides my parents). And I guess we just stayed here,"
"Oh," is all I said, when my mind quickly thought of something else.
The phone call.
Should I ask him? What if it's not about me and I make a fool out of myself? Should I wait or should I not ask him at all?
It's gonna drive me crazy if I don't. Whatever. I'll risk it.
"H-harry?"
"Yeah?"
"So befor-,"
"I'm sorry. I have to go. My mom just texted me, saying there's an emergency involving my Uncle. Can it wait? I'm sorry,"
"Uh- yeah sure, I'll leave now," I said, grabbing my bag and water.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting this. And sorry we didn't start on the project,"
"It's fine. Tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course,"
"Okay - bye Harry,"
"Bye, see you soon,"
A/N: sorry it sucked i'm in a huge rush. and sorry if there's any typos. but i hope you guys liked it !!
interesting stuff happening in later chapters woo ;) also PLEASE give me feedback.
