I'm a celebrity.
Well not really, but I could be. It certainly feels like I am.
When Jack parked and we headed in to school together, Sam had ran over to the both of us. His fingers wound themselves with mine and interlocked. My eyes bugged down at our hands that hung between us before it finally registered in my brain that we're dating.
But as soon as Sam grabbed my hand it was like we had grown wings and flown off the ground together. Seriously, everyone was looking.
I became very embarrassed when a hundred pairs of eyes followed us everywhere. Like I swear, when Sam kissed me on the cheek after stoping outside my home room in the morning, all the girls that were watching glared at me with the force of a thousand suns.
I felt like there was holes being burnt into my body.
Home room and my first class went past quickly. Three people stopped me in the corridors and asked me if I was Mia and if I was dating Sam. Three fucking people. Seriously, how many people actually care about Sam's love life?
Granted, I was one of those people before. But I pretend that I never was.
When the bell rings for recess, I slowly pack up my books and tuck them against my chest. I step out of the door with the other students, keeping my head down so no one notices me and asks me even more annoying questions, I flee to my locker.
But I stop because a tall curly haired boy is leaning against it. His arms are crossed over his chest and his head is resting against my locker, his green eyes carefully watching people pass him. He looks stiff and pissed off and I don't want to go anywhere near him.
But I have to.
Swallowing the bile that is rising in my throat, I make my way over to Harry.
He doesn't smile down at me when he sees me. His gaze is stony and I feel small under it. But I still hold myself straight and I don't let my eyes wander from his.
"What?" I ask, my voice annoyed and snappy.
"Are you dating Sam?"
Huh? How'd he know about that- what am I talking about? Everyone seems to know about my relationship with Sam now. It's kinda frightening.
I take an unconscious step back from Harry and I mentally slap myself. Where's your composure woman!?
"Yeah," I reply coolly.
"Break up with him."
I blink and stare disbelieving up at him. Is he serious? What's his deal with Sam, does he really hate the guy that much?
"No," I tell him, my brow furrowing as I shake my head at him.
"He's a class A prick, Mia. Trust me, you'll be doing yourself a favour." His green stare is burning into my eyes. I feel unsafe and insecure. This is why I'm dating Sam for starters, he doesn't make me feel those things. I also don't feel like I want to slap the shit out of him whenever he opens his mouth.
"Actaully, Harry. I can tell who the prick is on my own and it's not Sam. Now please, let me get into my locker," I snap angrily.
Harry sighs a defeated sigh, his whole frame seeming to sag under the invisible weight on his shoulders. His eyes soften a touch and he speaks to me and a low, slow voice, "you're worth much more then you realise Mia. He's not good for you."
What he says shocks me a little bit. I don't think Harry even realised what he said. Why is Harry even bothering to talk to me about this? Does he really care all that much?
Hardly getting any of his play, I tell him, "and neither are you. Now please," I motion at him to step away from my locker and he finally does. But as he moves to walk away, he drags a finger softly down the side of my face and whispers in my ear, "don't be so sure. You have no idea how good I could be for you, baby."
My blood rushes to my face and my heart skips a beat. I freeze as Harry walks past me, a stupid cocky smile on his face. I turn to watch him walk away, clutching my books to my chest and staring after him like a fucking sick puppy.
That uniform fits him too well. The white sleeves of the shirt pushed up his strong forearms, his hands buried in his pockets. His curls are messy in the I just had sex kinda way. He walks in a way that's careless and relaxed yet it demands attention.
My heart flutters erratically when Harry turns his head around to me and catches me looking after him. He smiles at me wickedly, his dimples and white teeth showing. He's got me and he knows it- whether I like it or not.
I stuff my books in my locker and grab my food. I make my way down the corridors and into the cafeteria where I struggle to find Jack and Emma. They're not sitting in our usual table in the middle. Instead I find them at Sam's table. The two tables against the wall that are pushed together at the back of the cafeteria.
I nervously make my way over to them, moving around people and stepping over chair legs.
Jack and Emma seem to be enjoying themselves over there. Emma being in her natural habitat with all the other popular people, and Jack, who has Sam- who has everyone. I smile to Sam when he sees me. He pats the small, empty spot beside him on the bench. I manage to squeeze in between him and some other pretty black haired girl that I think is called Molly.
I don't really talk that much. I just kinda laugh and smile and nod whenever someone speaks to me. I'm trying really hard not to think about Harry but I just can't. I'm attracted to the guy. I'll bloody admit it already.
But he's a wacko pervert as well as a dickhead.
I sigh loudly and Sam turns to me. "What's up?" His golden brow furrowing in amused concern. I shrug and smile.
"I'm tired, that's all."
Sam returns my smile and throws an arm over my shoulder, "hey, we still gotta talk about that date that I'm taking you on." His blue eyes twinkle charmingly and I find myself forgetting all about the curly haired monster.
"Where do you wanna go?" Sam asks me and I shrug.
"I have no idea. I'm cool wherever we go."
Sam's smile turns sheepish, "well I kinda promised my mate that I'd show at his party on Friday, if you don't mind going..." He trails off and I begin to feel a little bit dejected and upset.
Oh, another party. You'd think for your first ever date with a guy, your first ever date with anyone, they'd take you to someplace a little less, uh, crowded? Cheap? Maybe that's just me, I mean, what do I know about dates anyhow?
I beam at Sam, trying to make it look real. "Yeah, that'd be fun." I make my voice as earnest as I can get it. Sam grins and tugs me close to kiss me on my forehead.
"Thanks," he says. But I'm still reeling in my head that he kissed me again. Again. Before Friday I've never been kissed before, ever. Now it's like no one can stop. It makes me feel somewhat pretty for the first time.
Emma's watching us when Sam pulls away. She gives me the thumbs up and a large grin. She's happy for me, I've finally gotten what I want. I'm dating Sam, my crush that I've had on him for who knows how long. I grin back and I open my mouth to say something but Sam's hand grasps the back of my head and tilts it towards him.
His lips are on mine in a instant. I flinch in surprise, aware that we're totally in public and everyone is watching. Some of the kids on the table cheer loudly as Sam slips his tongue past my mouth. His fingers tickle the back of my neck and I try not to blush.
Shit, this is embarrassing.
I kiss him back for a second before breaking it off. Sam grins at me, and my eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Oh-kay," I say, leaning away from him and smiling my bewilderment at the crowd at the table who had obviously been watching. Sam laughs and continues on to talking to his friends.
I feel a touch of hurt spark in my chest. I've seen this a thousand times. Sam and his current girlfriend would make out every lunch and recess for often minutes on end, in front of everyone. Am I just another one of those girls? That he kisses and fools around with and then he dumps?
I kinda figure that I am, but I chose not to come to terms with the possible idea. That'd be a massive slap in the face that I'm not prepared for.
I feel an uncomfortable feeling ripple through me. I turn my head around the meet a pair of green eyes the belong to the one and only Harry Styles. He and Niall are sitting on the other side of the cafeteria, in the corner. Harry's shoes are kicked up on the table, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. Niall's trying to communicate with him but Harry won't take his eyes off me.
It's completely obvious that he saw me kiss Sam. For the second time in a row. I feel kinda... ashamed. Defiantly embarrassed. I don't want Harry watching whilst I kiss Sam, whilst I kiss anyone for a matter of fact.
The thought makes me feel very uncomfortable.
Harry doesn't smile at me, he just glares angrily. Without a word I turn stiffly back around in my seat. Emma catches my eye and I know that she saw Harry too. She frowns in confusion and I shrug.
I don't notice when Sam turns around and smiles slyly at Harry and Niall who in turn stick up their middle fingers up at him.
When the bell rings I stand up with the rest of Sam's friends. Jack and Emma flank my sides as we walk back to our lockers. Harry and Niall stay a little bit longer at their table. Two girls have approached them and are talking very energetically I notice.
One of them, a pretty blonde, twirls her fingers in her hair and laughs loudly at something Niall says. Niall's got this big smile on his face and is loving the attention. The other girl, a much darker beauty, tries to strike up a conversation with Harry. He doesn't look too bothered though.
I don't know how I feel about this. The two girls are obviously trying to flirt with him. Am I jealous? Am I relived that Harry isn't interested? God, why do I even care?
But I can't seem to take my eyes off him and the girl conversing as I make my way past them. Now I realise that this isn't the first attraction that he's gotten from girls. It's just the first time that I've really noticed it.
I often see girls sneaking looks at him in the corridors, they whisper to their friends when he walks past, pointing and sometimes fanning themselves. He hardly seems to care though most of the time, but he's gotta know he's hot. Because who'd have to be nuts to have that much attention on you all the time and not know.
Harry sees me looking so intently at him and smiles winningly at the girl. Reaching up to touch her hand and he speaks to her in a low voice. She cracks up laughing and he leans back, that same stupid smile on his face that makes girls cream their pants.
Or maybe that's just me. Oh god, stop thinking.
Harry's eyes flicker again over to me and he notices my flushed red cheeks and smiles smugly before turning back to the girl.
Oh, right. I am jealous.
Well fuck.

Notes

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