The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

That's A Tough One, But I Guess I Have To Pick Nick Jonas

Chapter 22:

Harry's POV:

Olivia held my wrist and led me to the opposite corner of the cafeteria. There were less students on this side and it was quieter. She sat on top of a table and leaned back against the wall. I raised my eyebrows at her, but sat next to her anyway.

"What are we doing back here?" I asked her. She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just kind of crowded over there," she answered. "Or, you want to kiss me again," I joked. I casually grabbed her hand and started playing with her fingers. It felt so right the way her hand fit in mine. I smiled at the thought.

"Says the one who is smiling widely at the fact that we are holding hands," she teased. I blushed and looked away from her. "Don't look away. You're cute when you blush," she cooed in baby talk and squeezed my cheek with her free hand. My eyebrows shot up and a cocky grin slid on my face. "You think I'm cute," I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Sure. Why not?" she rolled her eyes and we both laughed.

I sighed disapprovingly. "You know, Olivia, one day you are going to regret that," I told her. She shrugged. "What are you going to do about it?" she smirked. "You have to give me time to think about it first," I pouted making her laugh. "They're no time outs in real life," she told me. I shrugged. "They should make them," I suggested.

Olivia and I spent the rest of the class period talking about everything and nothing. We eventually gave up on having normal conversations after our debate on how elephants are made. Don't need to go into detail for that.

"20 questions?" I asked her. "Shoot," she smiled at me. I'm smirked. "What?" she quizzed me. "You always show me your dimples which means I'm special," I poked her cheek. "Whatever. Just ask the questions," she laughed.

"Favorite animal?"

"Monkey. You already know that."

"Right, favorite food?"

"Sushi."

"Favorite Movie?"

"Step Up."

"Favorite color?"

"Green."

"Favorite sport?"

"Soccer."

"Favorite holiday?"

"Halloween."

"Favorite curly haired boy?" I smiled cheekily at her. She raised her eyebrows then laughed. "Oo, that's a tough one, but I guess I have to pick Nick Jonas," she joked and I pouted. "Come on," I whined and put my head on her shoulder. She chuckled from underneath me. "if it shuts you up, then it can be you," she sighed.

"Yes. I knew it," I teased her. The bell rang and she shoved me away from her. "I have to get to class," she murmured. "What class?" I helped her slide off the table. She landed on her feet and stretched. "Art. Now go," she pushed me towards a door. "Nice try, love, but my class is the other way," I winked at her. "Oh, well bye," she cheered and walked away.

I caught her hand and pulled her into a hug. I smiled at the feeling of her in my arms. "I can feel you smiling against my neck," she laughed and I pulled away. "Err, right. See you at lunch," I turned and walked towards my class, leaving her to go to her own.

So many thoughts were running through my head. Olivia made me feel do different. One thing for sure though, I couldn't wait until the next time I saw her.