Photograph | H. S.

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“Hey, bitch.”

“Emma, what did we talk about language?”

“Stop being a pussy, Louis. y/n and I are the girls here.”

“Fuck off.”

“There you go!”

“Morning, guys.” You laugh as you approach your best friends. They always light up the mood even on Monday mornings, “So, what's new?” You ask while the three of you walk through the corridors.

“You mean, who's new.” Louis states and you frown.

“There's a new guy who starts today, and apparently he's in our next class.” Emma explains a little bit too excited. You already know what she is thinking of.

“Please let the boy breathe before you throw yourself at him.” Louis speaks your mind, causing you to laugh.

“Hey! I'm not that kind.” Your friend flips her hair dramatically, but winking at you and Louis right after, “Only if he's hot.”

You all burst into laughter in the middle of the hall. You put yourself in the middle of them, linking an arm with each of them.

“Let's see Emma's future husband, then.” You giggle as you walk to your classroom.

Your classmates are all chatting quietly between each other when you and your friends take your seats, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Adams. 

“Wondering how will the new guy look like.” Louis says.

“I just hope he's nice.” You shrug, turning to Emma, “Ems, what about you-”

But she was already daydreaming again, fixing her gaze at the door, making you smile. She has a new crush every week, but she always gets so energetic and excited, for your and Louis's amusement.

Mr. Adams enters the room, signaling general silence.

“Good morning everyone. Before we start today's class, we have a new student with us. Please welcome Mr. Harry Styles.”

A tall boy crosses the door. He's wearing a plain black shirt, some chains hanging over his chest and a beanie on his head, a few brown curls trying to escape.

“Hey, nice to meet you all.” He says with a strong British accent. 

You watch amused as Emma can't take her eyes off of him while he walks to the seat Mr. Adams indicated to him, right in the row in front you three. His persona looks intriguing for sure.

“Oh my god, look at her.” Louis whispers on your left, pointing with his pencil to your other side, where Emma is almost drooling over Harry's back view.

“This is gonna be interesting.” You whisper back to him. 

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“Hum, excuse me.”

You stop writing and look up from your notebook, finding Harry turned around to your desk, once he got the one right in front of you. You notice he has vivid green eyes, almost like emeralds, that seem to hide a mysterious shine behind.

“Can you lend me an eraser? I think I lost mine.” He asks politely.

“Yeah, sure.” You hand him your extra eraser, “You can keep it, I have more.”

“Thank you…”

“y/n y/l/n.” You smile kindly, “Welcome to our school, by the way.”

“Thank you.” He repeats, smiling and turning to his front again.

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“He seems nice.” You tell Emma as you take your usual table with her and Louis at the cafeteria.

“More than nice.” She sighs dreamily.

“Here we go again.” Louis mocks, laughing and trying to take one of your fries, but you slap him before he can do it, “Hey!”

“You can have anything but my fries.” You wink at him and slip another into your mouth, watching him pout.

“He's looking in this direction! I'm gonna say hi and tell him he can count on us in case he has any doubt, right?” Emma says all of a sudden, and stands up before you or Louis can do anything.

“C'mon! At least share your fries to replace the popcorns I don't have.” Louis protests, gesturing to your friend walking towards Harry, making you laugh out loud.

You and Louis observe as Emma talks with Harry, showing her always contagious smile. He was sitting alone at a table, you presumed it was because it was his first day and he probably didn't know anyone. 

Eventually Emma returns back to you, and Harry shoots a glare in your direction. He locks eyes with you for a second, you smile and wave at him, which he replies with a dimpled smirk.

“I might ask him out soon.” Emma says when you're leaving the last class of the day.

“I bet 20 bucks in how he's gonna run away.” Louis whispers to you.

“I heard that!”

You all laugh.

Then you stop when you see the last person you wanted to.

Zayn, your ex-boyfriend. With her.

They walk past you, Gigi giving you a fake smile and Zayn waving slightly.

“Is he serious?” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

“Just ignore him, y/n. He doesn't deserve your preoccupation.” Louis says putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, neither does that bitch.” Emma agrees, “Now let's grab some ice cream.”

That's all it takes to make you smile again. You could always count on your friends to wipe the perfect couple you despised off your mind.

Although when you get home later, they come back to your thoughts.

It's been a while since you and Zayn broke up, but sometimes you still think about that night. It was hard not to.

The way his hands travelled all over your body, the scream you let out, his voice whispering everything was fine, but you knew the look in his eyes was saying otherwise.

And how he left you one week later.