My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Thirteen

~Tessa and Harry are now 13 and starting their first year in Upper School.~

Tessa POV

"Tess, hurry up!" I heard Harry call from down stairs, probably pacing near the door if I didn't know any better. 

I rumaged through my drawers one last time in a desperate search for my scarf. It was getting colder out. Which meant I had to bundle up a lot more because of my weak immune system. Winter was not my favourite season, but hey worst comes to worst I'll ask Harry to lend me his. 

My fingers ran through my hair, then flopped back down to my side. 

"Forget it." I grumbled to myself, shouldering my bag, then running out my door. 

My feet worked fast to get me to the bottom of the stairs, where as I suspected, stood a boy who had suspiciously grown another two inches over night and who's hair had gotten messier as well. I smirked at him, inspecting his uniform.

"Your tie's crooked." I smugly pointed out, loving the cross expression he sent over at me as I called him out. 

"Shut it, Tess." He playfully snapped, pushing at my left shoulder as I tried to grab his arm. 

Our banter was cut short as my mum rolled in the room, chased after Harry's mum who had her camera delicately wrapped around her neck. They both had smiles from ear to ear, so excited to see both their "little children start their first year in Upper School". However Harry and I were just as irritated, having to go back to school after a lovely vacation wasn't going to put any kind of smile on our faces for a long, long time. 

"Alright you lot, at least try and look happy for the photo." Harry's mum scolded, raising her camera to her eye. 

Gazing over at Harry, who sneakily rolled his eyes at our two annoying parents, I pulled him into a quick embrace. My arms wrapped around his waist as he loosely laid one hand on my shoulder, leaving his other hand tucked inside his pocket. I took advantage of the situation and pinched his side just enough to make him jump, but not enough for either of our mums to notice. I knew he was glaring at me, yet at the same time I knew he had to be smiling because of the pictures his mum was taking. I guess the thought of seeing Harry's face in those photo's later must have sounded pretty amusing to myself because before I knew it I was grinning like an idiot. 

"Alright there, darling?" My mum perked up, probably noticing my unusual pearly smile. 

I nodded, but not before noticing Harry move his hand away from my shoulder and down my back. I quietly groaned to myself, already feeling revenge strike me right in the chest. Before I knew it, Harry's fingers wrapped around my lower waist, pinching slightly then just as quick, removing his touch. I felt like the air in my lungs suddenly dispersed, this time it was my turn to jump. Thankfully though as I recuperated, Harry's mum decided that was enough photos. So I didn't have to hide my glare behind a smile towards Harry. It was just a full on glare. 

"Pay backs a b-" He looked over his shoulder at my mum and his mum still very present in the room, giggling at the pictures she had captured. 

I straightened up, crossing my arms over my chest and nonchalantly smiling at Harry.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I cheekily asked, placing my hand around my ear and leaning closer to him. "Didn't catch that." 

I could almost hear Harry roll his eyes at me, stuffing both his hands deeper in his pockets as he leaned over to me. I promptly waited, my ears wide open ready to listen to what he had to say. 

"I said, payback's-" He cut his sentence off by clearing his throat as he too must have noticed it break a little. I tried to hide the scoff I wanted to let release, but sadly failed to do so as soon as he looked back at me. His green eyes narrowing harder at me as my lip innocently quavered at how funny he sounded.