*Dacota's POV*
So, walking to class with Harry was okay, I guess. It was a silent walk, for us anyways. Everyone else in the hallway was loud. We enter class and I sit in my spot. Harry stands at the front of the class, not knowing where to sit. Other classmates walk in and a few girls wink or say hi to Harry. Then they just go sit down. And then Laurel comes.
*Harry's POV*
Another girl, I think her name is Lauren or something, walks into the classroom flipping her curly, bleach blonde hair. It bounces as she walks up to me. She bites her bottom lip slightly and places a hand on her hip.
"Hey." she says in a flirtatious voice and winks.
"Hi." I answer back in my normal voice. I'm not one of those super stars that is attracted to blond bimbos. She places a hand on my shoulder and leans in to my ear.
"Here's my number. Call me sometime and maybe we could have some fun." she whispers and slips a piece of paper in my back pocket. She walks away and sits in a seat. She continues to stare at me and twirl her hair.
"Good morning class!" Mr. Smith walks in and throws a folder on his desk. "Ah, you must be Mr. Styles. Let's have you sit next to... Laurel. Raise your hand Laurel." The girl who I thought was Lauren raises her hand and smiles a small smile. I walk to the back of the room and sit next to her. She smiles at me and looks back at Mr. Smith. I look around and see that Cody is two rows ahead, and one row to the right of me. I smirk and grab a piece of paper out of my binder.
"Now, today we're going to talk about different types of literature." Mr. Smith keeps talking as I scribble a message on the paper. I quietly fold the paper. When Mr. Smith turns his back, I throw the paper and it lands on her desk.
*Dacota's POV*
I'm listening to Mr. Smith when something hits my desk. I look down to see what it is. It's a paper airplane. I smile slightly and unfold it. There's a message.
'Hey, babe ;)' I turn and see Harry smirking at me. I roll my eyes so I'm facing Mr. Smith again. I grab a paper out of my binder and scribble a message back. I fold the paper and throw it back when I see Harry talking to Laurel. He turns back, and unfolds the paper, and looks at me. The corners of his mouth twitch into a little smile. I turn back to Mr. Smith and listen in again.
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Paper Airplanes
Fanfiction"She folded up her fears, misfortunes, and doubts like paper airplanes and let them fly into the wind, never to return again."
