As I walk into literature my nerves start to boil up. We were given an assignment a few days ago to write a poem, and I am absolutely horrible at writing. If I get chosen I will be the laugh of the class for the rest of the semester. All my nerves vanish as I see Harry sitting in our usual spot.
"Hey!" I say, sitting down, pulling out my already unorganized binder, and he does the same thing. We stay quiet for a few minutes, and the awkward in the air begins to rise. "Are you excited to read your poem to the class?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"We only read it if he calls our name." He says simply, and I begin to feel uncomfortable. Ever since I sat with Niall in class yesterday instead of with him he has been kind of distant. He didn't respond to my text, and to be honest, it kind of made me miss him.
"Alright class, let's pick out the first name!" Professor O'Connor says, alarming our literature class to chime in and listen. "First up, Samantha Davis!" He calls, and i'm relieved to know that it isn't me who has to say my poem first. I listen to Samantha talk about the wind and the trees, and other metaphors like that. It was a good poem, nothing special.
"That was amazing, Samantha" the professor says and we all applaude. A few others get chosen, and I begin to feel at ease knowing I will most likely not get chosen at this point. "Fnally we have.... Styles. Harry Styles." He says, and my heart skips a beat. I look over at Harry, and he rolls his eyes and stands up, avoiding eye contact with me. As he begins to talk, my chest tightens.
"The blue of the ocean
stems my imagination
reminding me
of the blue in your eyes.
I get lost in them
oh, do I ever
and they make me feel
alive"
As he spoke, he focused his eyes on me, quickly glancing back to his paper. Once he had finished his beautiful poem he sat back down, and it took me a moment to re-fresh his poem in my mind. My heart began to beat fast as I realized his poem was about me. Well, possibly. I mean, he did look at me while he said it.
"That was a beautiful poem, Harry." I say, and for the first time in the past two days, he looks at me and a smile spreads across his handsome face. He leaned alongside his desk and placed his large palm on my bare thigh, tracing his thub around the inner part. I sat frozen, as he gently rubbed his thumb on my leg, watching his hand making sure it doesn't go any higher.
"You liked it, Baby?" He asks, keeping his hand in the same spot, causing my heart to beat faster, and my tummy to spin. He just had that affect on me. Maybe it was his care free self, or the way his thin lips form a smirk, looking kissable. Or even simply the way his bright green eyes shine in the boring classroom. Either way, he had an affect on me, and I like it.
"I loved it." I say, barely a whisper. He grins, and squeezes my leg, and places his hand back in his lap. I can still feel the heat of his touch lingering on my bare thigh. I check the time, seeing I still have another 25 minutes in this class before I have to leave Harry and go to dance with Niall. As much as I like Niall, I know Harry better and his company makes me feel at ease. I notice Harry's leather book on his desk, so I grab it, wanting to look at the cover.
"Don't fucking touch that!" He booms, causing the class to go silent and stare at the scene he has just caused,and I drop it on my desk. He snatches it and shoves it into his bag. I begin to feel embarassment creep up my spine as my mind and body goes numb. I can feel tears begin to form in the back of my eyes, in pure shock of what had just happened. I feel the tears brim my eyes as I try my best not to cry. "Baby..." Harry says softly, and I look up at him with tears now glossing my eyes. He notices, and grabs my hand, kissing it lightly. "I'm so sorry." He says, pleading for forgiveness. I give him a weak smile, and he brushes his lips along my knuckles softly. "Baby, I promise I will never upset you again." He says, and by now the class has stopped staring.
"It's okay. I shouldn't have touched it, I only wanted to see the leather cover." I say quietly, looking at my lap. He is leaning on his elbows, with his breath over my knuckles. The warmth sends a now familiar chill up my spine, wanting more.
"No, this wont happen again." He says, and places one last kiss on my hand before pulling it out of his grasp. I smile, feeling alot better and forgetting the whole scene that previously just went down. I hear the bell ring, and students walk by Harry and I staring, and whispering things, most likely about us. Harry flips them off, and I giggle, pulling my skirt down a little.
"What class do you have next?" I ask, and Harry tells me he has math in 40 minutes. We decide to walk to my dorm, and grab my gym things. "You don't have to walk me to class, Harry." I say, and he shrugs, pulling out his phone to check the time.
"Anything to spend more time with you, Baby." He says, and I cant help but smile. "Speaking of spending time with you..." he says. "by the way, there's a party on friday again, you're coming." He says, and I decide to challenge him.
"And what if I don't want to come, or I don't want to see you?" I say, in a playful tone, and he laughs, beggining to walk out of my room, and to my dance class.
"Well..." He begins. "I'm pretty sure we all know by now you want to see me. I mean, I sure as hell don't mind seeing you." He says, stopping infront of me. We stand right beside the enterance to my studio, and he walks so close to me that my back is pressed against the wall. Our faces fall inches apart, and he moves to my ear. "Do you want me?" He whispers, and my breath hitches. I silently nod, and he moves his face inches away from mine. As my eyes close, and we draw closer, our moment is broken.
"Baby?" Niall says, causing me and Harry to snap away from eachother. He gives me a small smile, and pushes past Niall, colliding his shoulder with his. "I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend..." He says, with a hint of dissapointment. I sigh, and run my hands through my hair.
"He's not." I say, and his eyes flash with hope.
"I'm not one to judge, but it seems as though you guys are, I mean friends dont push eachother against a wall and makeout with their necks." He says sadly, and I don't know what to say. Niall is completely right, but even so Harry and I are just friends.
"That's never happened before." I explain as we walk into class. Niall looks happy again and we spend the rest of the class dancing. Thinking about it, if Niall hadn't interrupted Harry and I, would I have kissed him?
'Yes.' I say to myself. I would have kissed Harry.
