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|Chapter 14|

Fran's POV

"No..." I shook my head.

Michael put his hand over mine.

"Fran.. Amber.. Has given me the impression.. You might like Harry too"

"Pfft.. What? No" I laughed awkwardly shaking my head once more.

He rolled his eyes.

"Fran, I know you.. I know what you're thinking"

"No" I glared. "I have to go" I stood up abruptly, walking quickly towards the exit.

"Fran!" Michael called after me, but I didn't stop.
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It was 1 week from Halloween and to say everyone was excited was an understatement.

People all over campus took Halloween very seriously. From decorating campus, top to bottom, to wearing their costume everyday leading up Halloween. It was all everyone talked about.

Everyone was feeling it but me. While everyone was out partying, I was in my room with the lights out hiding from the world.

Wallowing in self pity.

I wanted to go out, I did.

But go out with who? Casper the friendly ghost. What a joke. I was avoiding Michael because I was in denial about my feelings for Harry. Amber doesn't want anything to do with me and Harry well.. I've been avoiding him too.

Is it possible to like someone for only have met them a handful of times?

Surely he is gorgeous, but he's more than just his looks. The way he smiles and gives direct eye contact when you have a conversation with him. How he can never keep his hands to himself and always finds a way to make skin to skin contact.

He listens and just has the deepest voice that makes you want to run into a wall, and break every bone in your body. The way he bites his lip and smirks and gosh kill me.

But that's just Harry Styles for you I guess. A perfectly imperfect specimen that is just so beautiful it hurts.

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She was too busy thinking of Harry to even notice he had been watching her from where he was sitting across the library.

His green eyes watched with fascination as Fran rocked in her chair as she thought of his beautiful pink pale lips.

He went to stand up but then hesitantly sat back down because he didn't want to disturb the girl that was just too busy drowning in her own thoughts.

His heart dropped when she lost her footing and almost went backwards, but let out a sigh of relief when she caught herself on the table.

He wanted to know what she was thinking.. desperately.

If only he knew she was thinking of him.

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