mutual feelings+h.s

*on hold*

"You know, you aren't a real fun table buddy." He says with a fake frown.

"Fuck off Harry."

"We could do that if you want, we do have our very own table now," he says with a smirk as he uses one of his hands to trail his fingers up my arm. I can feel my cheeks heating up.

I slap his arm,"Pig."

"Kill joy." he fires back staring into my glaring eyes.

"I don't like you." I say, his face gets closer to mine. I back away in my seat.

"The feelings mutual."

+++
Feyrah Woods and Harry Styles get seated next to each other for the rest of the school year. The only problem is that they aren't too fond of each other.

Or that's what they keep telling themselves.