She sat in class, her chin in the palm of her hands and stared at the board. She pressed her lips in a line trying to concentrate but she couldn’t. Before she can help herself her gaze stray to the left, near the door. Harry sits near the door, his back to her, books in front of him. He had transferred to Hillside High last year, and she was lucky enough to have a class with him. He was different, he hung out with the other crowd, the crowd she did not belong with, but he was nice. He was a sweetheart a smile always on his pink lips, a dimple on his cheek.
Harry turned, looking over his shoulder to where she sat. His eyes met her for a split second, before he could smile or wave she quickly turned, her cheeks pink and warm. He turned back, sighing and slumping in his seat, he just wanted to gain her attention, but then he wasn’t sure where to go from there. He didn’t even know her name, no one really knew her name, she preferred to hang out in the back, to go unnoticed.
The bell rang and Harry stood, he turned back to her. But she was already pushing through people and trying to get out of the room as fast as she cold. He wanted to call after her, but he didn’t even know what to call her.
Harry closed his locker, leaning against it, his backpack slumped on one shoulder, hand tightening around the black strap. He watched her, she was standing at her own locker, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then pulled out her text book. She opened her back pack, shoving it in and then zipping it up.
She closed her locker, turning and looking at him. But he doesn’t turn, and she can’t find the strength to turn. His warm light eyes on her, a smile on his lips, a dimple on his cheek, she knew they weren’t the only two in the hall but she could swear he’s all she saw. He lifts his free hand, waving. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if he was waving to someone else. She’s too nervous to wave back, scared it might not even be to her, so she turns and walks out the door.
“Today I’m handing out the group project,” Mr. Brown said, standing at the front of the class, “you’ll have until next Tuesday to hand it in. Please do not hand it in late, points will be deducted and no one wants that.”
“Can we pick our partners?” A girl asked.
“I find that when that happens nothing gets done, so no,” Mr. Brown shakes his head, “it’s not the end of the world.”
“Let’s see, Mark and Kayla, Ben and Jack, Y/N and Harry, Jason and Lila,” he reads.
Y/N gathers her books, standing and walking to the boy she had always found herself staring at. She takes the seat next to him, staring at the paper that was handed to her.
“I’m Harry,” Harry speaks up, his voice is much deeper than she expected, she looks up, her cheeks feel warm.
“Y/N,” she says, her soft voice just above a whisper.
“Do you want to work on this after school?” He asked, giving her the same smile he gave everyone.
“Sure, my place is open to study,” she offered.
The bell rings again and she stands, “I was waving to you by the way,” Harry says, before sliding his bag over his shoulder and walking out.
“Hello,” Her mother greets, opening the door for Harry, “Y/N is downstairs already, go ahead and join her, I made some snacks for you kids. Oh I’m just so happy she finally has a friend over.” The women who looks like a much older version of Y/N smiled.
“Thank you,” Harry says, walking down to the basement.
He can softly hear a song playing, “I give her all my love, that’s what I do,” a man’s voice filled the room. The Beatles, Harry had and will always love them. He peeks in, seeing her sitting on the white carpet, book and notes sprawled out next to her, her laptop on her lap. She has her lips wrapped around a straw, sipping on the smoothie her mother had just made.
“I love this song,” Harry says, making her look away from the screen in front of her, “my mum plays it all the time.”
“My dad used to sing it to me,” she says, setting the cup on the ground besides her, “my mom made a banana smoothie and a fruit salad.”
“That’s very nice of her,” Harry says.
“She’s cool,” Y/N says.
Harry sits and the two start working, the only noise is the music coming from her laptop. Every once and a while she would hum along, causing Harry to look up, she would quickly stop, the heat rising to her cheeks once more.
“You didn’t wave back,” Harry finally speaks, “why?”
“I didn’t know if it was to me,” she shrugs, not looking up from her paper.
He drops the subject, looking back at his paper. Harry peers up, watching as she has her pen in between her lips, moving her flash cards around. She’s completely focused on the project. But he can’t help and admire her, he loves the way her hair is pulled up in a pony tail, a couple of strands of hair falling to frame her face.
“You’re pretty,” Harry blurts out, his cheeks becoming a darker shade and he turns away.
“Thank you,” she whispered, blushing.
Harry had spent the week at her house, today was his last day. He had practiced at home, in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what he was going to say, how he was going to say it.
“Y/N would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Y/N, go out with me-no that’s too demanding.”
“Hey, Y/N, you look great, dinner, you, me, Thorns, tomorrow night.”
“Y/N, baby, dinner?”
Harry shook his head, “come one Harry you’ve done this before,” he whispered to himself.
Harry made his way to the furnished basement where Y/N sat, eating some popcorn, she turned, looking over her shoulder, “oh I just finished it last night after you left, so we are done,” she says.
Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, he was not expecting that, “so we are done?”
She nods, “well are you uh-well are you-are you free?” he asked, “well I mean I know you’re free-I mean like are you busy right now?”
She giggled at his rambling, “yeah I’m free.”
“Well I was thinking-and you can like say no or whatever-uhm-well-I was just wondering-would you be up for like-going out with me-on a -well a date?” he asked, looking at his feet.
Y/N sat up, her eyes wide, “me?”
“Yeah,” Harry says, “you.”
He looks up to see a smile on her face, “yeah, yeah I would like that.”