Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four - Irresistible

It makes your lips, so kissable, and your kiss, unmissable.

Your fingertips, so touchable,

And your eyes

Irresistible.

-"Irresistible", One Direction

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I drove home in a daze, numbly turning the corner into my neighborhood. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I got partnered with Harry. Just. My. Fucking. Luck.

I barreled into my driveway, slamming my car door shut. Clomping up the stairs to my front door, I thought of the huge, shit-eating grin on Harry's handsome face when his name was calls after mine.

As I was leaving, Harry followed, and leaned down to purr, "Well. I knew this class was gonna be interesting."

I flopped on my bed, curling up, and sighing. My eyes strayed to my two Nikon L820 cameras, basically my pride and joy. I thought of roaming Chicago with Harry, trying to think of a project to do, snapping photos of whatever.

I couldn't imagine Regina and the others' expressions when they hear the news. I'm gonna be working with Harry Styles for the semester.

Clearing my head, I opened my MacBook Air and saw a new, red friend request on Facebook. I froze. What if it's Harry?

I clicked on the little icon, and let out a breath. It wasn't Harry, but it was that boy Bree told me about today - Niall Horan.

Curious, I clicked "accept" and immediately went to his profile. His profile picture was a smiling candid of himself in a SnapBack, pointing at a tank top he wore that read, "Crazy Mofos".

I spent a few minutes scrolling through Niall's pictures - he was very cute, seemed sweet, and from his information, he volunteered charity work at animal shelters and coached little kids' soccer teams.

Suddenly, as I lingered on one of Niall taking a mirror photo, a notification popped up: Niall Horan liked your profile picture.

I smiled, a slight blush coming to my cheeks, shutting my laptop slowly. Interesting.

XXX

"You're what?" Regina practically screamed, and everyone within a ten foot radius turning to glare at her before school Friday.

"I was assigned him," I hissed. "It wasn't my idea."

"Do you know what this means? This is fuckin' fate. You and Harry are meant to be. Stuff like this only happens in the movies, y'know?" She slid a stick of gum between her lips, fluffing out her honey blond hair.

"I do know," I said thoughtfully, my thoughts trailing off.

My iPhone suddenly let out a bleat, scaring me. Regina was busy with her own phone, so I apprehensively opened the message from an unknown number.

Meet me by the greenhouses. We can discuss some project ideas. - Harry x

What?

I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

How the hell did you get my number?

His response came in seconds: The Internet is a beautiful thing. Are you coming or not?

I read the message so many times it blurred before my eyes. I decided not to respond, slipping my phone into my jeans pocket. I straighten my gray cross sweater, quickly fixing my hair as I sprang to my feet.