Rose Garden

Feelings

Harry's P.O.V

Rose was amazing. She was short, probably only 5'3, and curvy. Her aburn hair was layered, the longest one touching her hips. Her eyes we're big and green, naked other than mascara. She was so....pleasant...and beautiful. We walked into English early, and sat down in the back. We chatted for a minute and people kept filing in the door.

"By the way Rose, thank you for being so nice to Marcel. Not alot of people are, and it made him happy to have someone who's so...beautiful, treat him that way, like he actually mattered. So...thank you" I told her. Rose blushed and looked down.

"I'm so glad, I love making people happy!" She exclaimed, trying to gather herself again. I smiled and nodded, noticing how uncomfortable she suddenly looked.

Rose's P.O.V

Harry was sweet and kind. His dimples we're adorable, and his smile and eyes left an icey knot in my stomach. He said I was beautiful. It didn't feel like I was talking to the same angry boy in the principals office. it was suddenly hard to make eye contact. "Rose, you act like you've never been called beautiful." Harry said. I shrugged. "Not by someone like you." I said quietly. Harry frowned. "When I lives in America, I was bullied alot. That's why I moved here. Now I live in a trailer all alone. People told me I was ugly and stupid. I believed what they said for so long. But it's not true." I explained quietly. "No, it's not." Harry agreed in his deep accent. I grinned and laughed. "you are so cute." I said. I immediately regretted it and wished the floor would open and swallow me. "Thanks love. You are too." Harry said with a chuckle. "Do you want to come over after school?" Harry asked.