Sitting in Biology waiting for my name to be called was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Okaymaybenot the hardest, but it was pretty nerve racking!

My clammy hands shaking nervously, my heart about to beat out of my untrimmed chest, (Yes I did just quote a song) twiddling my fingers as a thin layer of sweat began forming on my forehead as the teach-

Okay if you didn’t already figure it out, I’m pretty damn scared right now. I still hadn't asked Daisy about Harry’s gang’s past but judging my how the girls cringed whenever their names were mentioned; I figured it was bad.

I just needed to know how bad. As in ‘bad’ when you run out of ink in a test or seriously ‘bad’ for example when you stub your toe … that my friend is hell on earth, in case you didn’t know!

“Mary…. and …. Jason!” Mrs Gigot’s voice was excessively cheery and happy as she read out the pairings. How can she get so excited over Biology?

“Does she have to keep pausing for dramatic effect, why not just tell us already?” I whispered in Daisy’s ear whilst she attempted to stifle a giggle.

“I know, my ovaries are about to explode with the pressure” My puzzled expression caused her to snigger even more before turning her attention back to the teacher as she began reading her name. Daisy really was odd sometimes.

“Daisy…. and …. Jake” For a minute I think Daisy stopped breathing, her face blushed a tomato red before showing a whole hearted toothy grin as she finally let out a breathe; that judging by her face, even she didn’t know she was holding. Swiftly she gathered her belongings to move to a desk with Jake to work on the project barely giving me a second glance before she leant in and whispered.

“Good luck with your partner”

“Peyton …. And ….” She began pausing for what felt like hours and hours. Please don’t say harry please don’t say Harry Please don’t say Harry!!

“……Harry” My stomach turned as I heard the one name I dreaded so much leaving her lips.

Aren’t their 2 Harrys in my class though? YES A LOOPHOLE!

“Miss there’s 2 Harrys in the class” I piped up, internally praying shemeant Harry Westcock’s sitting in the corner nibbling his fingers oblivious to the world around him and yes I said fingers, not nails. Sure he wasn’t ideal but he’s better that Harry. Heck anyone’s better than Harry!

“So there is, well I mean Harry Styles” She read of the paper pointing to the demon behind me, continuing to read the names of the list watching the disappointed students huff and puff at their pairings.

Normally like them I would suck it up, but right now I would swap with anyone.

Taking in a big breathe gathering my confidence, I hesitantly stood up walking to the front to grab the sheets with the details of the unknown assignment. At the desk sat Mrs Gigot, the temptation to easily ask to switch partners was so strong but I found the power to turn around and walk towards the back of the room gathering my stuff as I did. She would never let me change partners so I would just look like a bigger idiot than I already do.

Noting his friends had all vanished with their respective pairs, with exception to Melody whose partner turned out to be another member of the gang; Louis, I put my bag and books on the desk as I pulled up a seat next to a quite Harry.

Quickly skimming the sheet; one of my few talents, I noted that the assignment was about making a model to demonstrate the viscosity of the oil. How is that supposed to work?

I giggled to myself as I noticed the hydrophobic and hydrophilic diagrams looked a lot like sperm. Surely I cannot be the only one to notice that?

“Nice to meet you, I’m Harry” I turned my head to see he had now put his phone away, his gaze flicking from me to the paper currently trembling in my hand.

“Yeah I know” does this dick seriously not remember calling me a bitch just after he walked into me? I fought the urge from within to make a snared comment such as ‘I’ve heard all about you and your little gang’ or ‘stay away from me and keep your STD’s with you. Peasant’ But contrary to popular beliefs, I’m actually quite a caring and gentle person. That is when I’m not killing people on COD, but who doesn’t like shooting people every now and then?

“I’m glad I made a good impression” I didn’t even have to tear my gaze away from the now so fascinating sheet to know he was probably smirking to himself. Cockily thinking about how I had heard how ‘cool’ and ‘desirable’ he was.

“If walking into me then calling me a bitch counts as a good impression then sure” I finally looked up from the paper before handing him the sheet and pulling out a pen to write some ideas about how best tackle the project. But I won’t bore you with the details.

“Firstly, you walked into me-” His orbs were filled with frustration “- And secondly, you just caught me in a bad moment” He finished, smirking clearly proud. Geesh, does he want a gold star for admitting he was in a bad mood?

“You get bad moods a lot huh?”

“What are you trying to insinuate?” He’s clearly good at English.

“That’s a big word their Harold, don’t strain yourself” I winked

“Pfft, I’m only just getting started” he winked back.

“Are you trying to compensate for something else?” Now it was my turn to smirk as I moved my head towards his groin.

“Are you insinuating I have a small dick!” His eyes were angered and his voice growling.

“Do you want me to get you a thesaurus so you can look for a shorter word for ‘insinuate’?” Okay, not my best sass moment but I’m tired so don’t judge me!!

He remained silent clearly unsure of what to say next, I just giggled and continued writing down ideas.

Working with Harry was going to be harder than I thought.

Notes

My internet died and I thought why not write another chapter? This was by far my favourite chapter to write; especially the last scene were their sassing each other, I hope it shows :)

Thank-you for all the positive feedback and likes so far, it means the world to me!