Muse (A One Direction Fanfic)

6

"Hey." Someone says behind me touching my shoulder lightly.

I turn around to find only the cutest boy behind me. "Oh..Hi" I mange to say. He smiles, "Hey. Can I sit?" He says and I nod.

"Harry." I quietly say, not leaving my eyes from his face and recognizing the small moles on his face. Boy am I weird. Thank god he isnt looking though, he's starting up his computer, or else he'd never talk to me again by the way Im stalking over his face.

I dont remember if he told me his last name or not but i'm thankful for remembering his first name at least. Its been a week since I've talked to him. He apparently has attracted alot of people since, though. Id find him in the cafeteria with Luke and the idoit footballers. Which I don't mind because the "cheerleaders" also would surround the table, they seemed to claim and I would be glad they had something to focus on other than Zayn and I, who would sneak into the woods and talk.

Zayn is pretty incredible and very smart. I would have never known, he barley talks and Ive noticed not only is he in my math class but hes in two more classes with me and when I asked why I never saw him, he quickly told me: I have better things to do. And that was that, I never bothered to ask why; I figured it wasn't important enough. The Zayn that talks to me isnt the same one on campus, I havent gotten to ask why it seems like hes two different people all at once; I keep forgetting too. But Im glad to have him to talk to now, hes more fun to talk to then to people like Rylee or Luke, who seem to just be rich kids with no real problems expect for school.

Zayn and I dont talk about the lastest news on campus or who's throwing a party this weekend. Which reminds me, does he party? He probably does since the 194 crew usually are the ones who throw them. Anyways, we talk about cool stuff like his art; I mean to find the stuff he has drew of me but i haven't yet; he says that Im not seeing? Whatever that means. I kinda gave up on looking for the mysterious art, it probably doesn't exist. I concluded, he probably just doesn't want to share his drawing which is okay...for now.

"So are you or not?" Harry says. I look at him confused, I think I might have zoned out.

"Huh?" I say, recognizing how stupid I sound and wanting to punch myself but I nod for Harry to repeat whatever he was saying.

"Luke invited me to a party, are you coming?" He askes licking his lips.

"Yeah, they throw pretty lame parties but yeah if you are?" I say. I didnt realize how much of I tease I sounded untill the words came out. But I don't really care he probably didnt notice.

He lets out a little laugh, "A party is a party right? And I was gonna say the same thing." He says, I swear I wish I could pin him to a wall or something and shove my tongue down his throat. Whenever he talks, I swear I drown a little in his voice. "Maybe we should go together?" He says lightly trying not to directly look me in the eye because he probably thinks I'm going reject him, as if.

Dont forget to breathe, holy shit; isnt someone a bit horny. Right.

"Yeah, Id love too." I say. He looks up to me and nods, "Cool." I smile at him and he grins a little and we both have a moment before he speaks up again, thank you god for having Harry cross paths with me.

"Kinda amazes me how you guys can mange having a party." Harry says, looking away from his computer to me.

"Yeah, our dean...and teachers are pretty..." I couldnt think of the right word.

"Clueless?" Harry tries to help. I shake my head, "More like oblivious, they know whats going on but half the time they could careless. Expect on school days, when Ms. Bloomington is around" I say.

For a girl completely indulged in such green eyes, I think Im doing fine.

Harry looks confused, before I explain I look around the library and am thankful when I see its deserted which made sense, this was my favorite place in the world-mostly because people barley even came in here.

"Well Ms. Bloomington or blow a ton as some may say," When I say this, I cant help but laugh at the immature nickname everyone gave her since forever, Harry laughs too. "Shes like the head of the school higher than the Dean. She watches us like hawks during school days, everyone knows the drill in high school unless your completely cluelees. The booze is hid, the weed is stash, and everyones on their best behavior blah blah blah expect for-"

"The 194." Harry says before I have the chance to. I nod at his correct assumption. "Yeah, I kind of figured they dont give a fuck. Blow-a-ton, is the one with the short blond hair and horrible sour face right?" I laugh a little and nod, "and don't forget the caked on make-up, yes." I add and smile.

"Why do you hang out with them?" He askes, I raise my eyebrow in confusion. "Like you hang out with them alot or is it just that one dude?" He askes and I shake my head, "I dont hang out with them...just him, Zayn.." I smile at saying his name.

Harry clenches and unlcenches his jaw then smiles at me and it gives me a werid vibe, "So you two arent a thing?" He asks, brushing his leg against mine and I swear the moment we touch it lights fireworks everywhere inside me.

"Uh no." I say smiling. He turns away from me and faces his computer, "You haven't touched your book and I havent even signed in to start on my essay." He smirks.

"Oh yeah! The interesting book of...." I turn it so I could see the cover. "A Girl Name Rye." I say.

"Your a reader then?" He asks typing away on his computer.

"I guess so," I lie, truth is I love to read expect for this boring book we have to read for Lit. "And you?"

He shakes his head and laughs, "Nah. I get bored way too easily." He says then tenses, "Not that theres anything wrong...uh. Im sorry" He finally says and I cant help but laugh.

"Hey, no, I don't really care. Books are books." Kind of hurts saying that, then I realize how lame of me to even feel hurt, it doesn't really matter, does it? Some people read and some don't, and theres nothing wrong with that.

"Right." He smiles.

Again, I cant help but smile when he does because its so contagious and he's so beautiful, I almost feel unworthy to be talking to him. Ha.

So this is what its like to have a crush. Ive seen the same faces since middle school, this is new and so exciting for me. He's so nice and friendly, and his accent...oh his accent is so nice to hear. His hair is always pushed by in a bandana like thing and he wears ripped jeans. He's so unique I like it.

"Hey, wanna go get something from the cafe?" He asks and I nod, "Uh, yeah. Id like that."

I like him.