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"No?" I muttered, completely thrown off.

By this time everyone had left my side, now just eating lunch and chatting amongst themselves.

"Yes, no! Can we talk somewhere else? In private?" She asked.

"Yeah." She then drags me to a nearby hallway, clear of students.

"You can't do this!" Ashley whisper-shouted at me.

"What do you mean?"

"You can't come to my school, ask me out, and expect me to say yes! I hardly even know you!"

"Okay, true. But I'm Harry Styles! Who wouldn't want to date me!?"

"Oh my God, you're so full of yourself!"

"I didn't mean it that way. Look I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have done this. I should have gotten to know you better before I asked you to be my girlfriend."

"It's okay.. But I'd be happy to be your friend. Then maybe it could grow into something more, if it feels right."

"Yeah. I'd be happy to be friends, I'll respect your wishes."

"Thank you. By the way, how do you know who I am and where I live and where I go to school and how do you even know about me?"

"I've got other friends too sweetheart."

"Oh gosh."

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-Ashley's POV-

"Oh gosh." I muttered at his nickname for me.

"Okay, I've gotta go but call me and we can meet up later or something." Harry asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah, definitely. Later." I mumbled at him.

"Bye." He waved as he walked out of the hallway into the cafeteria.

What the hell just happened?

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