He's Dangerous

Chapter 5

"Okay class, settle down."

Everyone shuffled in their seats slightly before staying still.

"Okay today I will choose your partners that you'll stick with for the year," Mr. Kemp said, looking down to his papers.

"We go by last names. Let's get this done, I don't know why they don't give me this at the beginning of the year," he complained making me smile. He started reading through the names as quickly as possible. 

"Okay next page, stop messing around Julian!"

"Styles, Summers."

I looked up and then at Harry, seeing him smirk. "Pardon?"

"To a desk, Harry Styles and Rosalia Summers. Hurry."

I nodded, then picked up my stuff and headed over to a chemistry desk. Harry was there five seconds after me, taking up the seat by the window.

"Hey, partner."

"Hey," I smiled, feeling nervous.

"Well fate must really want us together," Harry joked, pushing his book to the side.

"You do know you're supposed to open that right," I asked, motioning towards the book. Harry chuckled.

"I know, I just choose not to."

"How have you made it all the way to high school," I joked, flipping through the pages of the text book while Harry laughed lightly.

"Very funny, I didn't know you knew how to joke."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," I said, smiling at how confident I sounded. This was new for me. I'm usually shying away, not as much as Angie of course, she's more shy than some people can take. They kinda wanna rattle her and make her open up. It takes a lot though.

"Then how about you tell me about you."

I looked up to Harry and raised my eyebrows. "Why would you want to know about me," I asked, confused.

Harry shifted in his seat, facing me. "You seem interesting. Not like my other friends," he explained, smiling.

I laughed slightly. "Yea I don't have tattoos," I said, looking back to my text book. I was proud of myself, I was talking and not stuttering, it was a good improvement.

"That's true, we might have to get you inked up," Harry said running his index finger down my forearm making shivers run down my spine.

"Never," I said, pulling my arms away, to pick up my pencil and look at the board.

"Never?"

I nodded and peeked at Harry through the corner of my eye. He was leaning with his one arm on the table, looking at me. His eyes were narrowed but not in a death stare way, more like he was desperately trying to figure something out. His lips were tuned up at the corners slightly in a half smile. I couldn't concentrate properly.

"C-Can I help you," I asked, looking at him.

"No, you can carry on," he replied, smiling. I nodded and chewed on my bottom lip nervously, suddenly not feeling as confident as before. I can't be confident when he's just staring at me like that.

"You're staring," I pointed out, hoping it would get hi to do his work.

"I know."

"Mr. Styles is there something wrong with the way I teach? Something to wrong that you can't simply copy down notes?"

Harry sighed and answered with, "Something like that," not taking his eyes from me.

I got up the courage to lightly kick him under the table making him smile. That wasn't what I intended to do, I wanted him to stop staring at me. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Like I had something on my face. Something horrible. So horrible that you can't tear your  eyes away.