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Carissa looked across the room at the curly haired boy. He had a joint in one hand and a lighter in the other, but this wasn’t one of those everyday bad boy meets good girl and they fall in love stories, absolutely not. It was actually far from it. Harry Styles, The boy with the dark brown locks, was nothing like how he portrayed himself.

He got straight A’s dressed sharply, never got in a fight, he has a butterfly tattoo for god’s sake, he didn't even own a leather jacket, yet somehow the bad boys loved him…and so did Carissa. She didn’t know why but his clean style and “bad boy” façade intrigued her. The way someone so smart could act so dumb baffled her, and she loved that feeling. The feeling she got when he stole glances from her, or the moments they shared in homeroom together. It was all so much for her. She just wanted the curly headed boy to herself… She wanted Harry Styles…

It was homeroom. The class Carissa waited all day for. She longed for the hour and a half she had to spend with the infamous Harry Styles. She sat in her normal seat. The same seat she takes every day. Right in the middle so she can perfectly see Harry. He always sat in the front of the class, hence the straight A’s. Carissa always loved to look at the back of his head and day dream about a life with the Styles boy.

Carissa was deep in thought when a seductive, chocolaty voice filled her ears and broke her from her thoughts. It was none other than Harry.

“Sit up front so I can stare at you today” he said seductively in her ear. With her cheeks flushed with pink and her breath hitched, she grabbed her bag and slowly walked up to Harry’s usual seat as he took hers.

“I’m loving the view already” He whisper-yelled towards her. Her face was now a tomato. She just prayed Harry couldn’t see her rosy cheeks.

“Pink is a nice color on you babe” He said; only making her cheeks grow more red, if that is even possible. The entire rest of the class the two spent their time looking at each other, giggling, and anything but studying like they were supposed to, which was a first for Harry, considering he always studying. When the bell rang Harry ran from the room as if none of that playful banter had just happened. Carissa was left stunned, confused, and a little hurt. Did she do something wrong? She thought that they were sharing a connection, but apparently she was wrong.

-----------------5 days later----------------

Carissa hadn't seen or heard from Harry in 5 days. Now she is getting worried. He hasn't been in his usual spot smoking or in homeroom flashing his addictive dimples. He was nowhere to be found…until today. Carissa just found a note in her locker.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I've gone missing,
And that scares you…
-H.E.S

Ok now it is safe to say that she was freaking out. H.E.S, Harry Edward Styles. What is happening? Why is he playing these games? The little note slipped out of her hands as she was thinking. It landed on the ground upside down. Was that another note?

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You can’t see me,
But I can see you…
-H.E.S

She dropped the letter once again but this time from pure fear and shock. She couldn’t understand. Her head shot in every direction looking for the brown curls she had become so accustomed to. But she saw nothing… She went home that day filled with fear, confusion, nerves, but most importantly, excitement. She was excited to see what the letters meant. Was it something good or bad? She couldn’t know for sure so she just went to bed dreaming about what the tan boy had in store for her next…

--------------4 days later--------------------

It has been 4 days since Carissa got the letter and she’s freaking out because she really wants another. She walked into her homeroom class hoping to see the tall Cheshire boy, but was disappointed once again when she found nothing… well nothing but another note…thank God!
She reached for the little note attached to Harry’s desk with excitement running through her veins.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This isn’t your seat,
So you better move…
-H.E.S

“Well ok then” she said quietly to herself. She made her way to her own desk hoping for another not, but there was nothing... After the day was over, she was upset, frustrated, aggravated, and extremely confused. She just wanted to see Harry's green eyes look into her's again. She wanted to see his dimpled that formed into his one in a million smile. She just wanted him back. That's all. Is that too much to ask for?

That night she was restless while she slept, like she was every night nowadays. She was tired of this game when she didn't now why she was playing or what for. Some days she dreamed of seeing Harry again and other days she dreamed , or more like nightmares, of never seeing him again. Se wanted to finish the puzzle; but how could she if she doesn't have all of the pieces?

------------------- 2 days later---------------------------------------

Carissa dragged her feet into her homeroom classroom. She once loved this class,but now, without Harry there, she dreads it with a passion. She was taking notes when the teacher told the class to flip to page 403 in their geometry text books. She opened to the page and... "what the fu..." the teacher glared at her before she cold finish her sentance. She looked back down at the small yellow sticky note. How did he know to put it on this page when he isn'y even in class?

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Turn around,
And enjoy the view…
-H.E.S

She turned around only to find another note taped to the window. She ran over to it and pulled it down and read it to herself.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
It’s been weeks
And I want to see you…
-H.E.S

OK. That was actually a cute one. Her heart was racing now. The bell rang telling her that she needed to take her seat, but of course when she opened her binder there was another note waiting for her. She read it to herself.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This is the last one.
I’m actually really close to you…
-H.E.S

What? Carissa desperately looked around the room, out the window, in the hall, but she saw nothing. As a loud sigh left her mouth, she heard someone chuckle behind her. It came from some kid that was sitting at the back of the room. She was about to turn back around when piercing green eyes caught her attention. HARRY? He was wearing beanie and a hoodie, so Carissa could barely recognize him.

After 30 more agonizing minutes of waiting for class to be over, the bell finally rung. Carissa got up from her seat but was instantly pulled back by strong hands on her hips. She turned around to see none other than Harry styles standing in front of her.

“Did you miss me love?” He asked seductively already knowing the answer, with a cheeky smirk on his face.

“Of course I did silly,” She said giving him a friendly hug, which wasn’t too friendly when Harry lent down and gave her a long, passionate kiss. The kiss Carissa has been waiting for, forever… They walked out of the classroom, hand in hand. She got the guy…It took a while, but she finally got him…

A few months later they both got matching rose tattoos. Harry’s on his arm. And Carissa’s on her wrist…
They both know that this will be a forever kind of thing…

Notes

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