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Harry had to work on sunday, but he picked me up before he got there. I was simply sitting the whole day at the counter, reading, studying, ordering one coffee after another and watching Harry work.

I caught myself a lot of times starring at his lips, while he was talking or biting his lip when he concentrated to sum up an order, imagining how they would feel like on mine in that moment.

He walked over as often as he could, before Diane said he should get focused on the pastries instead of a pretty lady. I guess she meant me, even though I would have not considered myself as a lady.

After my fifth coffee Harry was demonstrating to bring me another.

"You will get a shock of all the caffeine and then you die on the floor of the bakery and they will make me the guilty person and I will not let that happen.” I groaned.

“But I need that caffeine! It makes my brain work and I will write a note that considers you as not guilty”, I complained.

But Harry remained stubbornly and I had to drink water for the rest of the afternoon. When he took me home he acted like a gentleman, opening my door as I got out.

“Thank you”, I said smiling.

“It was my pleasure, Ma`am”, he answered and made me giggle.

He tended his head to mine and kissed me. The whole world stopped for these seconds and I was asking myself, if I could ever get enough of this.

“I like that sound of your laugh”, he said between breaths we took.

“I like you”, I said. He smiled and kissed me one more time.

I said goodbye and walked up the stars, but before I closed the door behind me my mobile phone rang. Have a good evening, Harry

Damn it, he knew exactly how he could make me smile.

(THE NEXT MORNING)

My mum and her husband arrived late at night, but were already up when I was about to leave school.

“Hey honey. How was your weekend?”, she asked me. I tried not to smile like an idiot when I answered her.

“Kind of good. I hung out with Taylor a little bit and studied”, I tried to stay as close to the truth as I could without telling a thing about Harry.

“That sounds great”, she said and gave me my lunch for school.

I sneaked out the door and felt a little bit dangerous since I hadn`t told her about Harry spending a night in the same bed like me.

I drove to school and walked to my classroom. At first I did not noticed the talking. But after some minutes I was sure I heard my name in this talking.

And after some more minutes I knew what they were talking about. Harry and the party and the kiss.

I sighed deeply and tried to recognise how many people saw me kissing on that night. I had my first two periods without Taylor and Simon, so I had no one to talk to and I could not overhear the gossip.

Just the fact that I had kissed Harry Styles an older and hot guy was turning their mouths crazy. Even through the periods, while the teacher was talking I could hear my name here and there in the classroom.

The bell realised me and I headed out the classroom to leave the judging voices behind. I hurried to be as soon as I could at our daily lunch table to be allowed to talk to Simon and Taylor about the whole thing, but as I passed a group of older students one of them appealed to me.

“I have heard that you had a hot quickie with Harry on friday. According to my source you are a really wild animal. Never thought you are such a bad girl”, he said prurient.

“I did not. You should check the reliability of your source”, I said and I cursed my voice for not being really strong and confident as I wanted it to be.

“Oh come on. You are doing with Harry, but act prudish now?”, he said and grabbed my arm.

“Stop it”, I said. I thought that the other guys would tell him to leave me alone, but they didn`t.

“You don`t have to be afraid to show me your wild side”, he said just holding me even tighter, while I was trying to free myself.

“I said let me go”, I said louder this time. I was in panic.

What did he wanted to do? The expression on his face scared me like hell and I hated the grip of his big hands around my arm, which was way to powerful to feel good. He wanted to do something I did not. I was scared and like he could read my minds he was just grabbing my other arm like he wanted to demonstrate again how much stronger he was.

“Let go of me!”, I screamed.

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