Pretty Boy

fifteen

My obnoxious alarm woke me up quite rudely, and I spent at least twenty seconds throwing my arm out onto the bed side table trying to grab my phone and turn it off.

Once I succeeded, I placed it down and laid in bed for another few minutes with my hands running up and down my face.

My expression was blank as I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Harry. He was the most beautiful male I'd ever seen in my life. It was extremely alarming.

He is crazy attractive.

My eyes involuntarily widened at my own inner thoughts. I admitted that to myself? I cleared my throat for no particular reason. Yes, I'd admitted that to myself. Did he think the same of me?

Of course not! He probably has girls dropping to their knees in front of him the second they make eye contact, begging him to let them touch him.

I was probably just another one of his little games. I sighed, throwing the covers off of me and standing up to get ready.

I went with a cropped white shirt and my black high waisted skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. I took time to look at myself in the mirror this morning. I rarely wore this shirt, and if I did I wore it with high waisted shorts and jeans so it didn't show my stomach. Maybe one day I'll wear it with normal jeans, but definitely not today. Maybe when I suddenly develop some self confidence.

I brushed my teeth and my hair, deciding to leave it down again today. The dark waves fell down my back, and I turned around to see if there were any frizzy bits left out.

After putting some makeup on and finishing my morning routine, my phone vibrated against the glass table. I went to fetch it, picking it up and reading the text from Khira.

Khira: I'm out the front. x

I quickly chucked my phone into my back and slung it around my shoulder, swiping my keys off the bench and walking out, just as I do every night.

As I'm walking down, I realise that I kind of miss going to the club and seeing my friends. I'm kind of excited for my shift tomorrow.

I nod and smile at Claire as I walk out, and she smirks back at me with a questionable look. My eyebrows furrow and I slow down my speed walk, almost coming to a complete stop. There are people sitting in the lobby.

"What?" I mouth to her confusingly.

She ruffles and runs her hands through her hair, straightening her back and puffing her chest out a bit and turning her facial expression to that of intimidation. Almost as if she's imitating someone.

It is then that I realise she's imitating Harry. I flush and look down, my eyes widening. I look up quickly.

"Are you going to see him?" She mouths back, giggling at her own imitation.

I moue and grimace at the same time, "I'm going to class!" I let a violent whisper leave my mouth involuntarily.

I ignore her further comments and giggles, pushing the door open and being slapped in the face by the cool morning air.

I look around, searching for Khira's car until I hear three loud horns in a row. I gasp and hastily walk towards her car, opening the door and getting inside.