Fire || Harry Styles

"I have Art with you." His deep, raspy voice surges through me. My green eyes latch with his. I've never seen anything like them; they're huge and they sparkle, standing out against his dark fringe of lashes that brush his cheek when he blinks. His heart shaped lips curve into a sweet, inviting smile, pink and plump. His hair is dark and curly and shiny and... "Sorry, I have to go..." I push myself off of the ground with all of my strength, my fingers clasping around my bag and pulling it up with me. I hurry past him, my heart rate beginning to speed as my shoulder brushes his forearm. I'm terrified at this point. That small little touch...it made a sort of heat trickle all over my body, down to my toes. My whole body seems to go up in flames at the stupid contact our skin made, and when I look in the mirror of the girl's bathroom, my hair is just a few shades more orange than it's usual red, seeming like it's set ablaze. This can't be good. *** DISCLAIMER; This book is purely from my imagination and mine only. That means there shouldn't really be a duplicate one of me out there unless there's an alternate universe I'm not aware of. In other words; Do NOT copy my story, please. It's 100% mine from my brain, except for any characters that are being used fictionally. This story is a work of fiction as well. Thanks. (: