Infatuated [h.s]

4

Avalon

I then saw some senior year students racing in the cafeteria and quickly lined up to get their lunch.

This is not good.

And by not good I mean really not good.

If I see him right now, I probably couldn't stand being in the same place with him due to the thoughts that were still processing in my head.

Why would he even like me? If he truly knows me he would think otherwise and see me as an ugly trash bag at the back of Walmart stores in America.

No, Avalon. Stop overthinking things. Just no. You wouldn't want the school hearthrob (who basically has a serious crush on you), to get turned off would you? He would take you out on dates and show you off to his family and-

"Hey guysssssss!" Azenith suddenly approached out of nowhere, interrupting my daydreaming that would probably not happen.

"Hi, Az." my best friends greeted very happily, almost as if they knew about her best friend having feelings over me.

"Hey, Az. How-"

"Azenith! You have no idea how pissed I am! The lunch lady offered me an almost rotten banana! I am devastated right now!"

Fuck. Avi, please calm down, please. Don't hyperventilate.

That's when reality finally struck me when that raspy voice came from Harry Edward Styles, the curly mop head who I am madly in love with. And he is right in front me, with a disgusted look on his face as he looks at his favorite fruit ruined on his lunch tray.

How do I know that's his favorite fruit? Well, he clearly eats lunch not too many tables away from me. I'm not a creepy stalker, you scum fucks.

As for the situation, I couldn't move, I was literally stuck to my seat. Wednesday, Asher, and Venice looked at me and back at Harry and Azenith with the weirdest smiles ever. God damn it, girls. Stop making it so obvious.

I then looked down at my empty tray, pretending to not notice him standing there.

"Oh, hi, Avalon. Almost didn't notice you there."

I looked up to see green orbs staring on mine. Shit, he's literally talking to me. Talk back normally, Avi. Fucking. Talk. Back. Normally.

"Oh, right. Hi, Harry." I gave him a shy smile, and he returned it with his most adorable dimpled smile. I can't believe we're having our first conversation right now. He barely talks to non-popular girls like me.

"Maybe me and your friends should leave you two for a bit, am I right, lasses?" Azenith then tapped Wednesday who is in front of her on the shoulder as a signal to stand up and leave our lunch table.

"Az is right. Come on, Asher and Venice, let's go get some frozen yogurt." Wednesday then walked off with Azenith, Asher following behind. Venice was the last to trod along, whilst turning around facing us and winked at me.

"Hey, what about me?" I called out. They didn't hear me anymore for they already sped off to the yogurt section at the other side of this crowded area. Fuck this cafeteria.

"So, I guess we got some time to know more about each other."

I turned around to see Harry setting his tray in front of me and plopping himself down on the seat across and looked at me with that cheeky grin of his.

Harry and me alone in a lunch table.

Harry and me.

Alone.

I profusely blushed at the ridiculous thought.

"Can't a pretty girl open her mouth and let that sweet little voice out then talk to me?" Harry then cheekily said, which made me blush even more.

His voice might have been a bit more audible than I thought, because I saw some of those 'it' girls a few tables ahead staring at me with those dagger-looking fake eyelashes of theirs.

But I just ignored them and looked back at Harry and gave him a more friendly smile. "Okay, now I'm talking."

"That's my girl," Harry started while munching on his french fries then handing me the whole box. "You want some? You probably haven't eaten these, they just served these minutes ago."

The fact of him calling me his girl made my stomach churn. But maybe it was just him being the cheeky lad he is. That's probably the way he talks to people, I'm not special.

Or maybe he's secretly giving me clues about him liking me by calling me cute pet names . . . not.

"Earth to Avi? I asked you if you wanted some fries?"

I quickly snapped as Harry handed me his pack of fries in front of my face. But then I shook my head and gave it back to him. Our fingers touched during the process. That's probably the first and only time I'll be feeling that.

"No thanks. I'm full. I'm much more concerned with the bananas they're serving today." I said whilst sipping on my Coke.

"I know right? Like I have been always into bananas ever since I was like, five?! And now they're serving my favorite fruit with disgrace! No fooking way," Harry ranted about his love for bananas and I laughed at how obvious his heavy accent is when he whines about things.

"Their bananas looked like worn out dildos in dollar stores." I joked as I picked at the rotten banana with my finger, slowly feeling it's rotten texture inside. Disgusting.

That's when I heard the most adorable laugh. Harry was there, with his closed, crinkling eyes, laughing at my horrible joke. I was surprised because not even my girl friends laugh at my jokes.

"Y-you're r-really good at j-jokes, Avi. I like t-that." Harry panted as he slowly stopped laughing. He then stood up and threw the not eaten fruit at the nearest bin.

Now he's complimenting me. My, this day is too much.

"By the way, I have a Knock Knock joke. Well, it's probably not a joke but since it's a Knock Knock and-"

"Just shoot, Harry." I grinned at him, leaning into the table with my hands folded. He's being all talkative and that. But that's what I like about him.

"Okay, Knock knock,"

"Who's there?"

"You love,"

"You love who?"

"You. I love you." Harry's eyes closed as he said those words, smiling as he munched on his last french fry.

Before I could even have a word to reply, the school bell rang for first period in the afternoon and ever so swiftly he gave me a quick small peck on the forehead before grabbing Azenith who were with the girls at the yogurt section and both of them ran to get to their next class.

It took me a while to notice my hand was caressing my forehead like an idiot.