Angels Wear Black

I opened my locker. Two hands covered my eyes, causing me to see only strips of light.
"Guess who." I recognized the voice instantly.
"Harry." I said.
"Dang it." I turned around as he released his hands. I smiled, and shook my head. He smirked, dimples showing.
"You know, most people don't say anything so the victim will take longer to guess who it is." He smiled.
"Guess I'm not most people." I rolled my eyes, and put my books away. And walked towards the cafeteria. "So, I was wondering."
"Please tell me you don't want Soxx." I said, staring at him. I'd grown super close to her. I got all the stuff. Even a kitty house.
"No. I was wondering if you wanted to do a...different song." I tilted my head.
"How come? We're already practiced so much." I said. He started walking backwards.
"Well, we, as the guys and I, may or may not have kinda...planned on singing that at the beginning of the Showcase." I sighed. Really? I groaned.
"Harry. I already bought a little black dress." His eyes went wide.
"Little-black-dress, say what?"He said real quickly. I smiled. Gotcha!
"Oh yeah. its beautiful. Shows my back. Its strapless and even goes to my knees." I said, trying to convince him.
"Dang it! Ugh! Can you still wear it?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No can do. It won't go with the new song." He got down on one knee, and held his hands like he was praying.
"Please! Pretty, pretty, pretty please? I'm begging you! Ple-ase!" He pleaded. I'll admit, he's adorable when he does it. See, this is how men should treat you. Instead of us begging them, they should do it to us. Works better that way. I shook my head.
"Nope. Guess you'll never get to see it. Darn. I was looking forward to it." I walked away, smiling. He groaned. Then ran over to me.
"Well, I was thinking of writing our own duet" I stopped and turned to him, raising my eyebrow. He smirked.
"Oh, I see what your doing. I'm not into games, Mr. Styles." I kept walking. He soon caught up.
"Then why you playing the exact same game I am?" I looked at him. His eyes were wide, eyebrows raised. And what most girls pull on their dad's when their young.
"Puppy dog face, really?" I asked. He tilted his head. And cupped my head in his hands, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I rose an eyebrow, shaking my head slightly. I tried not to fall for it. But, it is Harry Styles. I groaned. "Fine!" He cheered. I rolled my eyes. "Under one condition." He looked at me, still dancing like a complete idiot.
"Yes?" He asked. Pumping his fist in the air.
"You have to dance at the Showcase." He stopped dancing. I smirked, arms crossed. He thought about it. Then threw his head back. And groaned. He looked at me.
"Fine." I smiled.
"Great! Let's go. Don't want to miss lunch." I grabbed his hand, and we walked into the cafeteria together.

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