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[8] "I guess I have a reason to talk to Mr. Tomlinson tomorrow."

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Harry’s P.O.V

”Oh uhm, thanks.” Mr.Tomlinson said unsurely and tried to take a step back, but was stopped by the lockers. Which made my smirk grow. I had him where I wanted him. Underneath me. “You know what Harry, you shouldn’t do things like this.” He told me, the time a bit more confidence. Like he remembered he was the older one, the one with the power. But oh so wrong he has. Power doesn’t depends on your age, it depends on confidence, people around you and how you are as a person.

“Doing what?” I leaned my head closer to his and once again he tried to step back, bur didn’t do much success.

“Hitting on me.” he said and I chuckled. Now a little closer to him.

“Who said I’m hitting on you? I’m not.” I told him and now my moth was just by his ear so my words came out of as a whisper. I bit my lip hard to not let out the chuckle that desperately wanted to escape my lips when he shivered at my words. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his cheeks getting redder and I inwardly gave myself a clap on the shoulder.

“Just…” He started to say but stopped when my lips pressed against his ear.

“Just, what?” I asked and now almost my whole body was pressed against him.

“Just stop what the hell you’re doing and get away from me.” He said angrily and this time he actually put his hands on my chest and pushed me away from him. My eyes widened for a second before relaxing again and chuckled. I was actually kind of offended by what he did, but I wouldn’t let it show. If I did, he would win, and I would never get him.

“Why didn’t you just say so.” I told him instead and gave him a smirk, that actually was really insecure but I was a pro at hiding it, and walked out of the locker rooms and in to the gym again where Liam sat on a bench, drinking some water. Probably waiting for me to be finished on whatever I was doing.

I sat down beside him and he turned to me. “So how did it go? Or, I mean, what did you do, exactly?” I asked and I smirked.

“Why do you wanna know? Jealous maybe?” I smirked at him with a wink and he growled and pushed me playfully which made me chuckle and he soon joined in with a smile too.

“You know pretty well I’m not.” He said. And it’s true. He utterly in love with some girl in his science class named Delilah or something. I don’t really remember her name. All I know is that it starts with a D.

“I know, I know.” I said. “Ready to go? He should be out of there now.” He nodded and we stood up with our water bottles in our hand and walked towards the locker rooms. Again. Like I thought he was gone, though an expensive looking watch laid on the floor in front of the locker he had used, so I took it in my hand and turned to Liam.

“I guess I have a reason to talk to Mr. Tomlinson tomorrow.”

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“C’mon Liam, just ask her out!” Niall said to Liam who couldn’t keep his gaze off of that Dahlia girl. I still wasn’t sure of her name. It was Thursday today and we sat at out usual table at lunch, all with plates in front of them still filled with food.

“Niall, stop. I don’t like Danielle.” Oh, so that’s her name.. oh well…

You could clearly see Liam’s eyes flicker when he said that, which was a sign he was lying. Liam couldn’t lie even if it was a life or death situation.

“Yes you do Liam.” Now it was Zayn’s turn to speak up. “And it’s obvious she likes you too.”

Liam sighed and laid his head in his arms.

“I don’t know… Girls are so complicated. Sometimes it can feels like she actually likes me, but sometimes not, I just…” He trailed of. “She just gives me so mixed signals, so I don’t know.”

“You know what,” I said, leaning closer to Liam with a smirk. “You should definitely go for boys instead. They’re so much easier, less needy, and I can for sure tell you enjoyed that night pretty much.” I winked with a smirk and he growled loudly.

“Shut up about that!” he hissed. He never really liked me talking about it, ‘cause he know just as much as me that he did like it, more than he’s letting on. I could hear the other boys sniggering as well, Niall trying to hide his high laughter with a cough.

“I’m just telling the truth.” I said, leaning back in my chair again. “Dude, go now and ask her out, she’s leaving without her friends. This is your chance.” I told him and he quickly turned around to see if I actually said the truth, and when he saw I did, his face lightened up.

“Okay.” He said. “This is my chance.” He dried he probably sweaty hand off on his jeans. “I’m gonna ask her out now, and she’ll say yes.” He hummed, trying to convince himself that it will turn out good.

“Good luck!” we all said as he stood up and started to walk out after Danielle. I already knew it would turn out good. Liam might not see it, but all we other guys do. Liam has practically already Danielle around his fingers. We could see her heart eyes while she was stealing glances at him, but he didn’t. He was oblivious about that fact, and was scared getting turned down, again. Though not from Danielle.

When Liam was younger he asked a girl out, I don’t know how many times, but every time she turned him down, and for every time it happened Liam lost more confidence which broke him a lot. And at that time, he got bullied a lot to, which broke him even more. It was then Niall and I met Liam at a park once, and we started to hang out during school too, and around a half year later, Zayn joined our little pack.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to go and give Mr. Tomlinson his watch back.” I grinned at the boys and they chuckled helplessly at me. I had told them about our little encounter yesterday so they knew what had happened.

I walked through the halls to Mr. Tomlinson’s office. When I made it there I knocked three times until I heard a loud “Come in” being said. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

“Styles, What are you doing here?” He asked, clearly uncomfortable.

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday Mr. Tomlinson.” I lied, needing for him to, somewhat, trust me again.

“I’ll forgive you if you promise me something like that will never happen again, understood?” He asked sternly.

I nodded. “Understood, Mr. Tomlinson.” I smiled. “And, oh. You forgot your watch at the yesterday, just wanted to give it back to you.” I smiled sweetly at him with an innocent look on my face.

“Thank you Harry.”

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