The Golden Eyed Boy.

Chapter 4.

Harry's P.O.V.

I can't think straight when I'm looking at her. I stopped looking at her and Niall was by my side staring me at knowing I stared at her. "What?"
I asked so he can stop staring.

It creeps me out when people stare at me. I mean like really.. I'm weird and not normal, but I'm not the only person in the world.

Finally Niall stopped staring at me, then went to talk to her.

Niall's P.O.V.

I looked away from Harry and went to the living room to go talk to this girl. I sat down on the couch and looked at this girl. "So you know Harry?" I asked.

She nodded. "We are in the same math class in High school."

I looked at Harry, seeing he was walking in the living room. "Oh really. Then why are you here?" I asked.

Harry's P.O.V.

I sat near Niall and sighed. "We were going to study." I looked at her. "Right?"
She nodded. "Yeah, just studying."
I looked at Niall. "I'm sorry buddy, but can we try a different day?" I looked down, I feel so upset that I just pushed Niall to the side.. I hope he'll forgive me later..
Niall nodded and left. Stephanie looked at me then sat on the couch near me.

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I looked at Harry and smiled. "You ready to study now?" He nodded and looked up. I feel like he's hiding things. I might need to hang out with him more. Even if it means danger and trouble. I want to know everything. I know, but I have a feeling like I really like him, I can feel it in my gut..
Harry moved closer to me and looked at my math book. I blushed a bit cause he was touching me. His hand. It was on my hand. I looked at his hand. "Umm... H-Harry."

He looked at me. "What? Is there a problem with something?"

I shook my head. He looked at his hand then saw it was on mine and moved it.

"Sorry. I didn't mean too.." He looked down. I watched. Damn he's so cute..

Harry's P.O.V.

I was looking down. She was watching. I got up. "I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick.." I ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind me and looked in the mirror. I don't see what she sees.
Why was she blushing when I touched her hand?

Does she like me or something? If she's trying to get something out of me it's not gonna be that easy.

I washed my face then dyed it and opened the door and went back to the living room. She was studying. Eww. Studying. I hate studying but I do it anyways, but not in math. Me and math always hated each other even though it was a subject in school... I'm good in all my classes but math.

She saw me then smiled. "Welcome back Mr. Johnson."