polaroids & scrunchies \\ a short story

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song for this chapter// can't help falling in love by elvis presley

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harry was sitting in the back of the class when she walked in. his eyes traveled all across her face, but stopped when he reached the natural orange color of her hair. he smiled, noticing that she had pulled the strands out of her face with a dark brown scrunchie. he looked down towards his backpack, then back up. he jumped, startled that the girl now stood in front of him, smiling sweetly at him with big, blue eyes.

"hey," she giggled softly at his abrupt reaction. "is this seat taken?" she asked softly, pointing to the chair beside him with a freshly painted fingernail. he shook his head with a smile and ran his hand through the curls on his head, which were now reaching his shoulders in length. she sat down beside him, organizing her books on the corner of the desk and opening her notebook. "i like your hair, by the way." she commented, raising an eyebrow as a dimple cheekily dipped into her left cheek. harry thanked her, pearly white teeth shining across his face. then, she clicked her pen, and the smile quickly fell as harry's anxiety peaked.

he had forgotten a pen.

he chewed his bottom lip for a moment and sighed, cursing himself for forgetting the most important thing for his class work.

almost as if she had read his mind, she turned to look at him and chuckled quietly. she leaned in a little bit with her eyebrows raised. "you know," she whispered. "i have a pen. all you need to do is ask for one."

awkwardly, harry laughed and scratched the back of his neck. "can i?" he raised his own eyebrows, his question kind of trailing off as he bit the corner of his lip. with a laugh, she nodded and handed him the pen she was holding. then, she proceeded to reach into her bag and retrieve a new pen for herself.

as she began to take notes for the class, harry couldn't help but admire the scrunchie that held her hair back, illuminating the beautiful features that, no doubt, she was blessed with. striking ocean blue eyes, natural strawberry blonde hair, and a perfectly set, pearly white, gorgeous smile. not to mention the sculpted eyebrows and full lips.

she was a natural born model.

he thought she was absolutely lovely.

harry's stomach was churning, and his chest was bubbling. as the lecture came to a close, he realized that not a single note was taken on his page, and the girl that sat beside him had turned her own pages three times. he made note to try and copy someone else's notes. the girl began to stack her books, and she threw her mustard yellow bag over her shoulder, and harry couldn't help but admire all of the drawings scattered all over the backpack. there were little daisies, bumblebees, and even winnie the pooh with a little pot of honey. he grinned, and his chest began to bubble even more.

he didn't even notice that she was already out the door.

but he did notice that he still had her pen.

"oh, sh-" he quickly began to throw all of his things into his own book bag, slinging it over his shoulder. his polaroid camera was thrown around his neck before hurrying out the door behind her. "hey!" he called, avoiding some people, and bumping into others. he frowned when he couldn't call her name.

he didn't know her name.

luckily for harry, however, she turned around. her confused look changed happily, and she beamed brightly at him. "hey! what's up?" she held her hands out and furrowed her eyebrows when harry bent over, placing his hands on his knees with her pen still in hand, heavily breathing in and out. "whoa, are you all right?" she was concerned, but yet, still giggling at him.