After my 7th period class, I go to my locker and grab all of my books for homework tonight, one including English, Hamlet. I really don't want to go to Harry's house tonight, especially because I unsecretly despise him and because he's a pain in my ass. 

"Hey Ms. troublemaker, are you ready to go?" He smirks leaning against the lockers while spinning his car keys around his finger. 

"Ha very funny Harry. We all know you're the troublemaker" I roll my eyes. 

"Ohh a little sassy aren't we?" He chuckles, crossing his arms. 

"Why are you still here? I obviously don't admire your presence like all the other girls" I scoff, looking over and seeing a group of girls drooling over him at the end of the hallway. 

"You see, that's why I like you. You always find someway to dig at my charming personality " he says as I chuckle a little. 

"Nice try, but that's exactly why I hate you. You think everyone and everything needs to revolve around you. People don't like you because you are hot, they like you because they don't see how much of a douchebag you are and it's truely sad" I say closing my locker as he smiles. 

"You think I'm hot" he winks as I roll my eyes. 

"Is that the only thing you got out of what I was saying?" I sigh. 

"Yep. You think I'm hot" He smiles as we walk out the doors and to his car. 

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Once we get to his house we go up to his room to start chapter one. I set down my books and bag on his bed and sit down on the floor. 

"My mom is at work so we shouldn't be bothered until she comes home" he says shutting his door. 

"Well don't worry, I don't intend on staying very long" I shrug. 

"Alright" he says, sitting on the floor across from me. 

"Do you think we could listen to some music or something while we work?" I ask as he smirks and gets up from the floor. He goes to his closet and pulls out a Bluetooth speaker and pulls out his phone. 

"Does genre matter?" He asks. 

"Not really, I'll listen to anything" I say as he starts to play some Elton John. "Great choice" I nod. 

"He's honestly a great Musician, a true inspiration" he smiles. 

"This is so weird" I say, meaning to say it in my head. 

"What? This?" He says gesturing between us. 

"Yeah I mean I didn't really think that I would be sitting across from you, let alone in the same room and just chilling listening to music and doing homework" I chuckle a little. 

"You have to admit, I'm your best friend now" he smirks as I roll my eyes. 

"Right totally. You and me friends? Not a chance Styles" I shake my head. 

"Come on. Admit it, you like it when I bother you" he says scooting closer to me, until I can almost feel his breath on my face. He just smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. 

Do I like it? Yes..No. Maybe? Definitely NOT. 

"Well I think I need to go home now" I say bluntly, pushing him away from me.  

"You just got here" he laughs. 

"Well what if I want to go home" I raise my eyebrows while grabbing my things.

"Oh I get it. You're blushing" he says grabbing my wrist and turning me around to face him, once again almost close enough to feel his breath. 

"I am not blushing, I'm pissed off" I say, well maybe it was a bit of both.

"Just admit you're attracted to me" he smirks watching me squirm in his grasp. 

"you must be high or drunk to think I'd ever say that to you" I laugh. 

"You're so beautiful when you laugh" he says and I immediately stop laughing. He tugs at my waist and his lips become inches from mine. I almost physically stop breathing. "That's what Prince Hamlet says to his mother in scene two to make her feel better after his father dies" he whispers and then smirks. 

"Right exactly" I say, now I'm blushing, and he can tell. 

"You haven't read scene two yet" he chuckles, still holding me closer to him. 

"Well then we have to get started at some point then" I say pushing him away and then returning to my seat on the floor and grabbing my book. 

"Alright" he says while sitting down next to me. I see him laughing to himself a little, that jerk. 

"Okay so scene two.." 

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-ily xx