trust me, love me, fuck me. ↠ h.s

one

"Styles" Mr.White raises his voice, "Styles!" He nearly shouts.

I turned myself around to look at Harry's desk behind mine. He was asleep, obviously, with his headphones in his ears and his face buried in his hoodie. I pushed his head down enough that his face touched the desk and his head shot up. "Oh fuck off-" He mumbled.

Mr. White coughs from the front of the class "You do realize you're still in a classroom right?" "Yeah, about that... shit, fuck no I didn't mean to say shit, wait I just said fu-" He fumbles between words. "I think that's enough for today, yeah?" Mr.White interrupts and gestures towards the door.

Harry pulls out one of his headphones which doesn't make thankfully it's sad indie which makes him fall asleep every time.

"You should pay attention instead of falling asleep" I say uninterested as I focus on the paper below me. "Mrs.Anderson, out." Mr.White buds. "Harry as well, I believe I've already said it"

We both walk out of the class and sit across from eachother on opposite walls in the hallway. "Someone looks tired today, all the ragers keeping you up at night?" He laughs.

"Lack of sleep with homework and all, you know?" I reply. "Harry potter marathons don't count as homework." He presses. "I keep it on while doing work, it's comforting." I try to end the topic of Harry Potter and its tole on my daily life, I've already got a real life Harry who will stop at any and all costs to see me squirm.

I've never seen the films" He adds in, but I don't reply.