Classes. A group of students who are taught together. Classes. An occasion when students meet with their teacher for a lesson. Classes. A course of instruction. Classes.

Today is the first day back to classes and I could not be dreading it more. I watch from my seat as the rain falls from the grey clouded sky, the small droplets running down the huge windowsill. The weather has been like this all week, cold and rainy. When I was younger, rainy days would always put me into a mopey mood. Whether it was the dull sky or the lack of population of the outdoors, it always made me want to curl up into a little ball and listen to slow, upsetting music. Recently it's been the opposite, as I've had a green eyed boy show up at my door for the past three nights in hopes of having a movie marathon.

A small smile curves at the corners of my lips, as I recall his torn decision between Frozen, and Tangled. His appearance catches you off guard, with his inked skin and tall frame, yet the model-like man is the same boy would wants to spend his rainy week in bed watching cartooned movies.

"Welcome back," My professor speaks from the front of the room, all heads turning towards him. "I hope everybody had a safe break and a Merry Christmas," He continues. "But now you're all back and it's time to focus on todays lesson."

Groans are heard from every student and it's now that I find myself drifting away from the lesson. I am overwhelmed with happiness, besides the early mornings and long lectures, I am completely content with everything in my life right now. I have returned to school with new goals for my second semester, one of them being to concentrate on my studies and finish all of my work ahead of time so I actually have some time for myself. I am determined to keep my grades up and am set on rekindling my friendship with Audrey. With my mind set on all of these new goals, I feel much more independent and I'm quite proud of myself. I'm really looking forward to all of these small changes.

I am still holding onto the guilt of reading Harry's journal entry and being well aware of the attempt murder of his childhood, but I force myself not to think about it. I don't know how he would react if he found out that I have snooped that far into extremely personal things from his past life. Being in the relationship that we're in, we promised we wouldn't keep anything from each other, but I can't bring myself into telling him that I am now aware of these haunting things. It could possibly end our relationship, or the trust that he has grown in me. The thought brings a frown to my face, my life not looking so content now.

It was within the last hour that I forced myself to pay attention and jot down some study notes on the lesson, but the three hour long lecture seemed to finish before it had even started. I huff out in frustration as I shove my books into my bag, upset that I came to class with new goals that I completely turned on.

As I thread my way through the moving bodies, I send a text to Harry asking him to meet me at the campus café. Many students may complain about how small this town we're all stuck in is, but I actually enjoy it. It's much different than living in the city and it's a nice change, especially around the school year when you need to focus on your studies rather than going out to the city bars. The café is one of my favourite places in this town, although it is still attached to the school and is always swarmed with students, it's cozy and it instantly comforts me.

I walk into the woodened shop to see a head full of curls sitting in the far left corner by the window, large hands tapping away on his phone. Two steaming mugs of coffee accompany him, waiting on the table to be touched. I feel like my mood has completely uplifted, just from the short sight of him. The corners of my lips are fighting back a smile as I walk up to him, his presence bringing me nothing but happiness. The moment I set my bag down, his head lifts up from his phone, his bright eyes beaming with joy.

"Hey love," His voice is heavenly soft, his lips curving into a smile.

I smile shyly, settling myself into the small chair across from him. "Hi."

The right side of his mouth is lifted into a slight smirk, his deep green eyes holding warmth. "How was your first class of the day?"

With the mention of class, my frown returns. I shrug my shoulders, my hand reaching across the small space to connect with his own. "It was okay."

"Only okay?" He presses, his fingers intertwining in mine, his eyes studying my face.

I nod my head slowly, bringing my mug up to my lips with my free hand. The familiar liquid warms my throat, my gaze landing on the specks of raindrops running down the window.

"Hey," His deep accented voice speaks, his hand tightening around mine as he takes a sip from his own coffee. "What happened?"

"Just zoned out," I shrug, studying our connecting hands. "I was so determined on being prepared this semester and I've already failed on that task, and it's only the first day." I frown, my fingers lightly tracing the inked cross on his hand.

"Exactly, it's only the first day baby," He soothes, his thumb brushing the back of my hand, comforting me. "You have plently of time to get back on track, give yourself a break, nobody pays attention on the first day back." He chuckles quietly. "At least I didn't."

I smile up at him, my eyes training on every feature of his face. From his plump parted lips, to his small freckle. To his lively green eyes, to his thick eyelashes. To his unruly curls tucked into his beanie, to the dimples that are now shown in his cheeks as he watches me study him. His teeth lightly graze over his bottom lip, his face breaking into a wide grin.

"Are you about to paint my portrait?" He smirks. "Leonardo Da Vinci."

I feel a blush rush to my cheeks as I grab ahold of my mug, raising it to my lips to hide my crimson face. A loud chuckle is heard across from me, his eyes squinting with humour. I slowly shake my head, my lips spreading into a shy smile as I place my mug back down.

"It's not my fault you're so handsome." I shrug, my eyes darting back towards the window, shy by my sudden confession although it's completely true and he should know how beautiful he is.

His laughter dies down, he thumb momentarily stopping his movements. My breath catches in my throat, was that too weird to say outloud? He tends to shrug off compliments because he doesn't feel he's worthy of recieving them, and I have absolutely no idea why. I quickly glance over at the quiet boy, his eyes are trained on my face, his elbows resting on the table as his face leans closer towards me.

"You're the beautiful one." He mumbles with a smile.

I shake my head, my hand reaching out to play with the loose curl that's hanging out from his beanie. "I don't think you have any idea how attractive you are." I confess, my fingers playing with the small curl.

"As do you." He smirks, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips. God, it's like he does it on purpose. I rid the thoughts out of my head, my hand dropping from his.

"I don't want to go to class," I groan, the thought of another lecture tainting my mood.

"Only one more class of the day, then we can watch Brave." He beams, his eyes glistening with excitement.

I laugh as he gives me a crooked smile, his pink lips disappearing behind his mug as he finishes off the last bit of his coffee. I watch as the rain continues it's downfall, the dark clouds on such an early morning taunting me to skip class and cuddle up in my comfy bed, watching more ridiculous cartooned films with Harry.

"I don't want to go back," I whisper, my voice trailing off as I look into his bright orbs.

"It's only the first day back love, it'll get better." He soothes, his long fingers playing with mine.

"I mean for my next class, I want to stay with you," His eyes dart up to mine, a small smile curving the lines of his plump lips. "It's not fair that you're done for the day and I'm not." I pout, causing his smile to grow.

"Well, I don't want to persuade you to skip class, but you're welcome to join me in my warm bed if you'd like." He smirks, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"You're a bad influence," I tease, watching as his brow tauntingly raises.

My mind is screaming at me that it's only the first day back and I already want to skip class, but my heart and body are aching to spend the rest of the day with this captivating boy.

I gulp down the last of my coffee, momentarily regretting it once the scorching hot liquid burns down my throat. My eyes begin to water as I stand from the table, my bag hanging from my shoulder. I blink away the puddle forming in my eyes and clear my throat, my hand slipping back into Harry's large one.

"I think I'd rather lay in bed with you than spend my morning in an uncomfortable chair, listening to another lifelong lecture." I laugh, my fingers slipping through his as he joins my side.

His green eyes hold happiness, his wide grin causing my knees to slightly weaken. "I think I'd like that, you bad girl."

Notes

Hi guys! Please read this, don't skip pleaseee!
So first things first, I apologize for the horrible updating. I work 2 jobs now as I am currently saving up as much money as I can because I am moving to England this upcoming September. Secondly, maybe it's because I haven't updated in over a week, or maybe it's the lack of comments, but I am kind of feeling this story is going down the drain? I write for myself, but it's lovely to have an audience and have readers that also enjoy your work, so it does worry me a little bit when I don't get as much feedback as I used to. I'm not sure if I should stop this story, or continue. I'm a bit indecisive.

This chapter is really short and ends too quick because it was supposed to continue into the next chapter, but I decided posting at least something would be better than making you guys wait another day or so for me to finish it all.

I am also in the midst of writing another story, this new one I am really really excited about. If you have the chance, please check it out! The Swap

Thanks, love you all.

(I also met the 5 Seconds Of Summer boys, and I pretty much died.)
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