Scarlett and Harry have had a tumultuous relationship since they first met in year 7. From the start, they couldn't stand each other. Scarlett, with her ash brown hair and sharp wit, often found Harry's laid-back attitude and constant joking annoying. Harry, on the other hand, saw Scarlett as overly serious and competitive, always striving to be the best in class. Their clashes were legendary, with snarky comments and eye rolls exchanged in every class they shared.
Fast forward to now, they find themselves reluctantly paired up for study sessions. At first, it was just about getting through their assignments, but as they spent more time together, something shifted. Scarlett started to see a different side of Harry; his humor became less irritating and more charming. She found herself looking forward to their sessions, laughing at his jokes, and sharing stories about their lives. Harry, too, began to appreciate Scarlett's determination and intelligence, realizing they had more in common than he initially thought.
However, as their study sessions continued, Scarlett's feelings began to intensify. What started as a simple crush turned into an obsession. She found herself daydreaming about Harry, analyzing every text and interaction for hidden meanings. Her friends noticed the change in her behavior, as she became increasingly preoccupied with Harry, often prioritizing their study sessions over everything else. The lines between friendship and obsession blurred, leaving Scarlett feeling both excited and anxious about her growing feelings for someone she once despised.
Harry's pov:
Most people enter my world with either fear or greed in their eyes. Tara? She's different. She doesn't shy away, but she doesn't try to impress me either. She watches, quiet and calculating, as if she's piecing together a puzzle no one else sees. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, not loud or showy, but steady-like she knows exactly who she is, even if she's not entirely sure of her place here.
I've spent years reading people, knowing their moves before they make them. But Tara keeps me guessing. She's not naive-I can see it in her guarded glances-but there's a softness there, a vulnerability she tries to mask with calm composure. She's careful with her words, but when she speaks, she doesn't back down. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under the weight of my name or the shadows I cast, but Tara holds her ground, and that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit.
She doesn't belong in this world-not my world. I should leave her to find her way out, let her slip through the cracks before she gets caught in something she can't handle. But the way she looks at me, with curiosity rather than fear, makes it impossible to turn away. She's not a threat, not a challenge-at least not yet. But she's here now, and something about her makes me want to see what happens next.