Interrelations//l.s.

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"You know, I never finished that drawing," I turned to Harry after the class had left.

"That's no good at all," he smirked.

"Agreed," I sat down, "I'm going to need a chance to finish it,"

"I'll see if I can squeeze you into my busy schedule you know, I'm in high demand to sit for drawings,"

"I'm sure you aren't. You aren't a very good model,"

"Hey, what does that mean," he seemed almost genuinely offended.

"You can't sit still, you can't keep your mouth shut, you didn't wear the right clothes to sit for a-"

He was standing right in front of me and I couldn't find the words to finish my list anymore.

"What would you prefer me wear?" He asked, he seemed more serious now.

"All black doesn't show definition as well, it's harder to draw for students," my words were quiet.

"How about instructors?" He took a step towards where I was sitting.

"I didn't get to your clothes,"

"I have a easy solution for that," he was serious.

A few students from the next class started to walk in.

Harry made a noise like he was pleased with himself when I didn't have a reply.

Cocky fucker.

I rolled my eyes at how smug he looked.

I don't know this guy

What am I doing

My heart rate was starting to pick up a little, but Harry seemed absolutely fine.

He's probably a little more used to this than I am.

The bell rang and I sat for a minute to let the class settle in, Harry was in his seat next to mine. He was going to make me squeeze around him again.

The asshole.

It was all notes today for this class, and I just needed to get through the day so I can figure out what I'm going to do about Harry.

He's really gotten to me.

I stood up and got past Harry, pushing his chair back and facing him so he couldn't ogle my ass.

He's ridiculous.

The more I think about it.

Next period is my prep and maybe I can get away from Harry long enough to get my shit together.

After the class was dismissed, I started to gather my things. There was no way I was going to sit in this classroom with Harry. I can't do it. I'll go mad.

I don't know if I hate him or if I'm into him.

I'm going to hate him until I decide

"Where are you going? Do you have another class?" He stood up to follow me out.

I turned to look at him and he looked a little hurt.

"No it's my prep, I just forgot to pack my lunch today so I was going to run home and grab something," a lie, my lunch was sitting in the fridge in the lounge right now.

"Well I was thinking we could grab something in town?" He had moved so he was leaning against the door frame, "I wanted to talk to you a bit more, you know without the students and all,"

"Where would we go?"

I'm genuinely considering this.

Like I'm actually going to let him convince me to go with him.

I was trying to get away with him and now I'm going to spend my free hour with him. Why am I like this?

"I'm not from here, I was going to let you pick," his stupid smile made an appearance. He's always smiling.

"I pick going home," I held my car keys up, "I have a nice little meal there," I'm proud of myself.

"Oh so am I following you or riding together?" Harry's smile grew nearly twice as large. He's such a shit head.

"The McDonald's is right down the street, you can see it from the school," I patted his shoulder as I walked by him. It was a little awkward because he was taller than me but I hoped he didn't notice.

"Oh I see," He took a step into the hallway, "so since you're going home can I have your lunch from the break room?" I could hear it in his voice. I could hear how much he enjoyed getting a rise out of me.

I couldn't help it. I felt a flush across my face and chest. I already knew my ears would be red.

"G-go for it," I didn't even turn around. I just walked out. He is too much for me.

And now he's going to eat my lunch.

It's a very nice lunch. I made it last night. Grilled chicken and a salad. There's fruit and such.

I got in my car and leaned back. I didn't even want to go home. If I go home I'm not going to want to come back.

Every time I meet someone I'm into I always immediately obsess over it and worry about it endlessly. ENDLESSLY.

It's how I've always been and it makes shit like this ridiculous. I've seen Harry like twice. I've never talked to him outside of school and I have absolutely no reason to be like this. None.

I told myself to get over it and move on. After taking a deep breathe, I started my car.

I just have to get home and grab some lunch, head back to the school and finish the day. I only have three classes left after this. I'd say I can deal with Harry until then.

He should be starting his classes soon.

So he shouldn't be bothering me anymore.

Why does that make me a little upset?

I shouldn't think about harry anymore it's stressing me out.

I'm forcing myself to change the conversation in my head.

I think I have some chicken left over from last night, I'll heat some up in the oven and I'll make myself a nice little salad. I don't think I have very much fruit left, so maybe just an apple for that part. I might even have some bread. The chicken will be 10 times better coming from the oven than the micro wave at work. I'm glad I came home.

I wonder if I should call Harry 'Mr. Styles'...

Hello can someone tell my why I'm writing this at 2 am pls send help
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