Linger (h.s)

'Studying'

"Kelsey wait up." I heard someone yell from behind me. I spun on my heel, only to find Harry running towards me, his curly brown hair flopping up and down across his eyes with each long stride he took. Harry's running came to a halt as he stopped in front of me.

"What do you want?" I asked, the annoyance of his presence becoming apparent in my words.

"Geeze mammi. In a feisty mood again are we?" Harry smirked.

"Oh shut up." I said, shoving his shoulder backwards with the palm of my hand. I turned around and faced away from Harry, taking the last few steps towards my locker and opening it. I placed my books inside and slammed the door closed.

"You seem stressed." Harry's voice trailed off. I turned around to face him, before remembering that I hadn't gotten my house keys out. 

"Can you just shut up for 5, you're distracting me and making it hard to concentrate." Now I was the one trailing off. "Because you don't shut up."

"I'm sure my talking isn't the only thing that is distracting to you." I turned around after retrieving my house keys. Harry slowly took a step forward, raising his left arm to the right of my head and showering my body with his height. 

"Seriously." I moaned, pushing his body off of mine and nudging past him.

"Ooooh, again with the feistyness." Harry chuckled in enjoyment.

I spun on my heel, turning around to face Harry. 

"You know what, we can leave the assignment for tomorrow afternoon. I would rather not have to spend the afternoon with you today." I groaned, turning around and walking off. I heard footsteps run after me. Harry grabbed a hold of my hand, spinning me around to face him. 

"Oh come on Kelsey, I was just playing around." Harry whined.

"You do realize you're not funny right?"

"Oh come on, I am a little." Harry pouted his bottom lip and looking down at me, eye lids fluttering. He looked kind of pathetic so I let out a small giggle.

"See, I'm funny."

"No I was laughing at how much of a dickhead you looked like with a pouty face."

"Well that was just rude." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. I giggled looking down. Harry and I were still holding hands. I laughed nervously, pulling my hand from Harry's grip.

"Oh, sorry."

"S'okay.. Well come on, we have some studying to do." I nudged Harry's side. We walked out the side double doors of the school to the lunch time outside area, 4 set's of 2 long chairs and a table sat in a semi circle. I walked to the middle table, taking a seat on the opposite side to Harry looking directly towards the school. 

"See." Harry chuckled. "I knew you couldn't resist to spend an afternoon alone with me." He sat down, swinging his bag around and crashing it onto the top of the table. Harry took out his books and began writing something down, or drawing I don't know I lost interest and returned to my book work. A few minutes past by as Harry and I sat in comfortable silence. However, the silence was broken when Harry's foot brushed the inside of my calf. 

I paused for a moment before brushing off the gesture, thinking that it was just an accident. That was when it happened again.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, pointing my pencil to the table and looking at Harry in annoyance. One of his eyebrows rose as he looked at me.

"Nothing," he smirked, returning to his work. 

We then sat again for another few moments in silence. My mind wandered off the page to the tree next to the array of tables. The leaves were shades of yellow and red, some with an orange tinge and some still dark and green. I looked around for what seemed like a few minutes, setting my mind into it's own little thoughts about different things in the environment. Like how things worked and why things were certain colours and why other's weren't particular colours. I turned to look at Harry, still scribbling something on his page with a pencil. His hair looked like a chocolate brown in this sunlight, it moved every now and then when a sweep of wind would brush through it. I rested my head on my hand, still studying Harry. He didn't look as though he was my age, or younger. He looked as though he was maybe 3 or 4 years older than I was.