Chapter 3

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Surprisingly the day went pretty fast. The last bell rang and I was getting anxious to meet with Harry.

I have no idea why I feel like this. Maybe it's from the fact he has a bit of a temper, or his choice of words, or his appearance that practically screams "Don't mess with me" and that was literally from one encounter with him.

But I shouldn't think like that...at all. I'm the type that when I'm nervous, my uncertainly shows.

And trust me, the last thing I need is me to be vulnerable, or in this case a target for Harry.

As I am tangled in my thoughts, my trance is broken by a group of loud girls practically yelling "Heyyyyyy" to me. Well that describes my friends perfectly. Loud.

Actually they're more like my sisters and always by my side no matter what.

"So guys where are we going?" Marissa asked all of us.

"Well I'm can't go with y'all because I have to go meet with Harry for this project in geography." I answer and fear their reaction for some reason.

"Ohhhhhhhh well good luck!"my other friend Gina says in a sarcastic tone, which really doesn't help my uneasiness.

"Haha," I try to pull the most convincible laugh, "Well I'll see you guys later."

After I tell them bye, I walk to the courtyard. As I approach it slowly, I see Harry sitting on one of the tables scrolling through his phone.

Something about the way the sun is hitting his face perfectly, and his slightly curly hair is pushed back is really attractive and.. wait did I just tell myself he was attractive? Well there's no doubting that he is, but it's just been a really long day to where I can't even think straight.

Then I go towards the table where he is at and hope it all goes well.

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