The next day I made sure that I had just the perfect outfit. For some odd reason, I just wanted Harry to like me and I wanted to get to know him more but I felt like I just rubbed him the wrong way. I decided on dark blue skinny jeans along with a cute floral top to match my black combat boots. It was cute and had just the perfect among of edge to it. I decided to curl my hair to add a little spice to complete my look for the day.
My mind was racing thinking about what was going to happen later after school and it was only first period! Of course Harry entered the classroom with a huff and plopped down next to me, not even saying a single word. I peeked over and noticed he wasn't wearing all black today. Instead he had a white vneck and his tattoos peaked out from under it. From the looks of it, peaking out at the top of his chest near his collarbone was a bird. His black skinny jeans clung tightly to his legs and on his feet were plain black converse. My eyes traveled across his perfectly chiseled jaw line and his mangled curls.
"You know you really have to stop staring," Harry mumbled.
My cheeks flushed and I darted my eyes darted away from him. "There's just something about you, I can't help it."
He shook his head and laughed slightly, "You don't want to get involved with me Leah. We're just doing this paper and that's it."
"You don't have to be so difficult," I huffed.
"For fucks sake, there's a lot you don't know about me and a lot you don't want to know," his tone startled me. How was I even supposed to respond to that?
Why did he have to be so difficult? I'm just trying to get on his good side but he's making this so hard. And what did he mean by there's a lot I didn't want to know? Hopefully things go better later after school...
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After seeing Harry one more time through out the day, we had both decided that after school we would meet in the parking lot and he would drive us to his place rather than mine for multiple reasons. One being, he had no annoying siblings such as Louis and two he lived on the richer side of town which made me even more curious about his particular lifestyle. And he also said his parents wouldn't be home so we'd have the ability to concentrate more.
As we pulled up into the drive way I noticed that there were no other cars seeing as his parents were at work or something. But what shocked me the most was how huge his house was. This was by far the biggest house I had ever seen. It had a circular driveway that Harry pulled up in and parked right in front of two huge doors. Leading up to the dark black doors were white stairs. In fact, the entire house was white and had the perfect amount of black accents.
"You know you really have a staring problem," Harry snorted.
My face flushed as he was referring to the fact that not only do I stare at him but I've also been gawking at his house for who knows how long. "Sorry, I've just never seen a house so big," I mumbled as I got out of the car.
He just shook his head at me and proceeded to unlock the door. Unlike a gentleman though, he just walked inside without even telling me to come in and without holding the door open for me. Hesitantly, I walked inside and took of my shoes quietly placing them in the corner. My eyes traveled around and noticed the countless pieces of artwork, leather furniture, huge flat screen tv's, and the fact that everything was white.
Harry came out from around the corner in a freshly changed black tee and oddly enough black sweats...I hadn't even noticed that he left the room to go change.
"Sweats for a change huh?" I questioned
"Let's just do this stupid essay?"
I rolled my eyes, "You don't need to be so rude all the time." What was his problem? I get the idea of just wanting to get this essay over with but he didn't need to be so rude about it.
"Yeah well it's what I do. My room's upstairs," I followed quietly behind him, not wanting him to snap on me for walking to loudly or something.
When he opened the door to his room it revealed a black bed with a black desk against the wall and a huge tv on the wall facing the bed. For a guy his room was immaculate, everything was in order and there wasn't a spec of dust. Everything about him, even his room, was so unusual and mysterious.
"Have a seat," he muttered pointing to the bed.
Well this was going to be fun.
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Fanfiction"Leah we can't be together," Harry whispered looking into my eyes. "Why not?" Tears were threatening to spill now. All I wanted was to wake up, for this to be a dream. Harry's eyes darkened, "I'm not good for you Leah."
