symbol | h.s

two

SONG: Wolves - One Direction

"I feel the waves getting started, It's a rush inside I can't control."

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"WHAT DO you mean it flickered?" Astrid stared at me as I pushed in my combination, swinging my locker door open. 

"I was taking a shower and then I felt my wrist burning, which is weird because that never happens," I turned to fully face her, "I looked at it and it flickered, I swear I'm not going insane." 

Astrid looked at me with a look of confusion as she processed what I told her, biting her lip. 

"I feel like this shit is just getting to your head," She sighed, "Maybe you were overthinking about it too much and imagined it." 

I rolled my eyes at her as I closed my locker, tightening the straps of my backpack. "Yeah, I guess." I mumbled before turning around and walking away. 

I haven't told anyone about what happened last night except Astrid, hoping she'd give me some sort of hope or comfort but instead brushed it off. I feel like I'm the only one dealing with this, overthinking it when I shouldn't be. 

I let out a deep breath as I turned the corner, bumping into a broad chest. "Oh shit, sorry," I stumbled backwards, looking up to be met by a pair of familiar green eyes.

"You're good," He briefly smiled, walking around me. I quickly glanced at my wrist, hoping for some sort of glow yet nothing happened, the symbol remaining blank. Why would I hope that he was my soulmate? 

Harry Styles. The biggest fuckboy in all of the school, well, from what I heard. He slept around with girls and sometimes boys. Constantly getting into somebody's pants but by the time he turned eighteen, he stopped. His act calmed down and his public persona changed.

Coming into senior year, he changed his attitude. From pushing people in the hallways and treating them like shit, to consistently apologizing for minor mistakes and being kind towards people. It was a nice change, odd, but nice. 

I still wouldn't want him to be the reason my symbol lit up.

I mean, what if this whole sudden 'I'm nice, I promise!' act was to get into someone's pants quicker? Overall, I didn't care. 

I walked through the rows of desks, making my way towards the middle and sliding into a seat. I looked around trying to find a familiar face until Astrid walked in, sitting beside me. "That was rude." She furrowed her eyebrows as she pulled out her stuff from her bag.

"Oops?" I shrugged my shoulders before adjusting into the seat, tapping the pencil against my hand.

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The day rolled on slowly but eventually came down to my last period, mentally thanking myself for somehow getting through the day without wanting to give up and leave. I strolled into my calculus class, waving at a few people and smiling. 

I slid into my seat, slouching a bit as I tossed my bag onto the desk, taking out my notebook and textbook. I pulled my sleeves down, covering my symbol and ignoring it. 

"Hey," I looked up to be met by Harry's eyes, "Mind if I sit here?" 

"No, go ahead." I gave him a sincere smile, half of me praying he'd change his mind and sit somewhere else and the other half of me begging he'd actually sit down next to me.

He squeezed in between the row, sliding into the seat next to mine, "I bumped into you earlier today, sorry about that, it was a mistake." I smiled at his apology, feeling my heart jump at the act of kindness. 

"It's totally fine," I gave him an awkward thumbs up, turning to look at him, my eyes instantly connecting with his. Wow, he really is beautiful. Everyone was right. 

"I'm Harry," He reached out, my eyes moving to look at his wrist, noticing his symbol. It was barely noticeable but if you looked long enough, you'd be able to make out the design. I looked at his wrist for a few more seconds before taking his hand in mine, shaking it. "I'm Imani." 

He pulled away, giving me one last dimpled smile before turning around. I bit my lip at the loss of contact, my wrist starting to sting again. Do NOT look at your wrist, not right now. I thought to myself, fighting the urge to pull up my sleeve to check if my wrist is glowing.

Astrid was right, I am just overthinking this shit and being delusional about it. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry rub his wrist before hiding his arm under the desk. I shrugged it off, pulling my sleeve further down my arm.

Harry Styles having a similar symbol like mine? If we were to have the same one, wouldn't they have lit up by down? I ignore the thought, hoping I would move on from thinking about it.

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imani and harry's relationship will move fast since i'm trying to not make this story extremely long! and when i say fast, i don't mean within the next chapter they'll already be kissing and shit lol, that's kind of irritating in a book. but their friendship will develop very fast! (: