Last (Harry Styles)

Five

Mr. Marts was my math teacher last year, too. Him and I have never gotten along. Last year, I had him after lunch, so I'd always eat in there. It's so funny to watch the vein in his neck bulge when he'd yell at me for eating burritos or tacos, sometimes even chicken nuggets.

When I walked into the classroom, Mr. Marts face twisted into a little anger, and disappointment. I chuckled lightly before finding that the only empty seat was by Harry.

My eyes found his, and him seeing the sour expression on my face, smirked.

"Is this seat available?" I snickered, using his exact words from first period.

He laughed, lightly. "Yes, it is."

Mr. Marts wouldn't take his eyes off of me the whole time I was talking. I couldn't help but laugh.

Realizing I was laughing, Harry scoffed.

"Excuse me?"

"What is so funny?" He asked.

"Mr. Mart's." I laughed again.

"Are you high?" He asked.

"What the hell? Where do you even make that connection?!" I whisper yelled.

"Uhm, you're laughing uncontrollably at Mr. Marts when all he is doing is reciting the rules?" He explained.

"Yeah, but I had him last year, after lunch. I'd always eat in here. He specifically asked to switch me at least twice each quarter. He doesn't even want me in here this year, so thats why he keeps looking at me." I laughed again.

Harry looked at Mr. Marts, saw that he was staring at me and laughed with me the rest of the period.

I couldn't help it, his laugh was really contagious. The way his mouth opens, making his dimples prominent. His head falls back, and his eyes squeeze shut.

It was truly a beautiful sight.

What is wrong with me?! Why am I thinking this. STOP KRISTIE! I mentally scolded myself.