Always.

Monday, Monday, Monday.

I’ve always hated Mondays. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t? Unless people in the work world have Tuesdays and Wednesday’s off and Monday’s are their Fridays. That would still suck though.

I sit alone at my table in Mitchell’s close. I have no idea where he was, he texted me at like, 5:30 this morning though.

From Harry:

Morning beautiful, I’ll see you at school. I love you. And I might be a little late.

I blushed like crazy when he said he loved me. It’s only been a couple of days, how the hell was I supposed to ever get used to someone telling me that? I haven’t seen him since Saturday night, which is weird since we live next to each other. But, oh well.

I decided to dress up today, like actually put an effort into my appearance. I wore a long green, flowing skirt along with a turtle neck, long sleeved black shirt. I tucked the shirt into the skirt and added a gold belt. I almost wore converse because it’s cold outside, but I decided to just go with some tan flats. My hair was in a low side bun and my makeup consisted of concealer and mascara and eyeliner to tight line.

He wasn’t lying when he said he might be late. The minute bell rang and everyone was already in their seat besides Harry. Mitchell began talking roll and in the exact moment the last bell rang, Harry stepped in and closed the door quickly behind him.

Once the bell finished ringing, he smiled at Mr. Mitchell. “What a great way to start off a Monday. On time and ready to go.” He sighs and steps away from the door with his books and a bag in his hands but I can’t see the name on it.

“Mr. Styles, I hope you got enough for all of us.” Mitchell smiles at him.

“I mean, we can share mine if you want to cut it up in really small pieces.” He suggests.

“Only some for yourself, Harry?” Mitchell challenged him, raising a brow. The whole class is paying attention to their conversation, not that they’re exactly quiet.

“Course not! I got some for my lovely table partner as well. Have I thanked you for sitting me by her yet? Thank you, she’s incredible.” God, he’s kind of embarrassing. I wouldn’t have him any other way, though.

“Have a seat.” Mitchell tells him, laughing and Harry walks over and sits next to me and smiles at me.

“Good morning.” he whispers. “You look very beautiful today.” He complements.

“Thank you.” I can’t get this stupid grin off of my face and it’s embarrassing.

“I got you something.” He reached down to the bag he walked in with and pulled out two other little bags and handed them to me.

Panera?! YES! I opened it and saw my favorite bagel. “Cinnamon Crunch Bagel, and just how you like it. I warmed it up in the microwave before I ran down here.” He says. “Oh, and your knife and fork, and napkin cause you’re messy.” He winks at me.

I roll my eyes, but he was so sweet. “You drove all the way to Branson? This morning?”

“Yea,” his cheeks turn pink as he looks down at his bagel.

“You didn’t have too, but thank you. I haven’t had Panera in a long time.” I stare at it again and start to dig in.

“Alright, class. Today I have a packet for all of you to fill out. It’s just about what we’ve worked on these past couple of weeks.”

Oh great. In all honesty, I’ve been mindlessly writing down the notes, and not paying attention to anything he’s said. I haven’t even looked at my notes.

“You and your partner can work together. Don’t make me regret it!” he says before smiling at us and passing out the papers.

I eat some more of my bagel before he gets to the table and so does Harry.

“You know,” Mitchell places the packets on our desk and continues. “I’m glad to see you both talking again.” And he walks away.

Harry and I look at each other and shrug before finishing out bagels and starting our worksheet.

Turns out neither of us really knew almost anything in the packet so we had to look in the book a lot, but we got it done.

The rest of my classes from that point on were really great, and it was just before my A+ period when Liam popped up at my locker.

“I meant to talk to you in both classes today, but that didn’t happen did it? How are you this morning?”

I place my books in my locker, all except my Spanish book and reply, “I am… really, really good actually.” I smile at him, and he smiles at me too.

“You look good. I was worried about you, we all were. Mind filling me in on what happened?”

I close my locker and look up at him. “Harry and I jut finally sorted some things out. We talked about, uh… you know.”

He smirked and crossed his arms leaning against the locker.

“Anyway, some of us don’t have this period free and need to go A+. We’ll talk later.” I promise him.

Liam gives me a nice, snug hug and rubs my back. “I’m really happy to see you going back to your old self.” I pulled away and smiled at him.

“I want you to know you did help. You all did. I’m forever in debt to you.” I joke at the last part.

“In debt. Maybe you can do your first service and tell Harry to get us a bagel next time. I love Panera, but who the hell wakes up that early just to drive there.”

I shrug. “I guess, Harry.”

“Yea, that’s right, mate.” Harry appears and puts an arm on my shoulder. “I do. But only for people who… wait, that’s rude. Uh, I was being selfish, sorry.” He smiles at Liam who rolls his eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you two later. I feel like it’s going to be torture so I need to go mentally prepare.” He laughs before turning around. “Bye.” He waves and we do too before continuing to Walker’s class room.

“So, I talked to my parents yesterday.” He began once we sat at our table in the back and put our things down. I pulled my knees into my chest to prepare for the story, and left my flats on the ground. Harry was sat with his legs stretched out but crossed at the ankles. His body was angled towards me and his arm was on the back of his chair. “Have I told you that you look beautiful today, because you do. Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. I talked to them about everything, and really listened to them, you know. They said they were sorry and that, but it just wasn’t working out. They’d been together for so long and it wasn’t enjoyable for them anymore.” He shrugged, I know it still upset him though. “So they told me their plan of returning to England after Christmas just so Gem could come down, you know. But the week before January they’ll be done with all the paperwork and everything.” He lost eye contact with me during the continuation of the story. I took his hand in my and squeezed it reassuringly, giving him a gentle smile.

“Mum’s found a house already. Dad’s gonna stay with a friend while he looks there. And they’ve both been looking for apartments. We’re gonna go look in a couple of weeks, I think. I mean, I don’t have too much of a choice, because they’re going to pay for it. They want to get something close because they still want me to have the good school life and all the things I do now. But most of the apartments in this area are either nonexistent or really cheap shitty ones.” He looks to our hands and smiles.

“I still can’t believe you’re staying here, but alone. In your own apartment. It’s happening-”

“So fast.” He finishes, sighing again. “Yea, I know.”

“You know they love you.” I move my hand from his and run my fingers gently through his hair, massaging his scalp a little bit with my nails.

“Still sucks.” He sighs once more but looks at me and stares me into the eye. “You have to stay after for band?” he asks me, remembering what I told him Saturday. I nod. “I had a question, I wanted to ask you, uh…” he scratches the back of his neck, and I notice the fading spots from his little fight. “What are you doing Friday?” he asks.

“Nothing that I am aware of, why do you ask.”

“I want to take you out on Friday.” He smiles, his confidence is quickly back.

“Take me out?” Am I dreaming?

“Yes.”

“Like, on a date.” Someone pinch me.

“Yes, a date. Our first date.” His smile is so breathtaking.

I repeat, more so to myself than to him “First date.” Never mind, if this love only exists in my dreams, don’t wake up.

“So… You can’t just leave me hanging, Kel. I’m trying to be brave here, to be a man.” He flexes his biceps and winks at me playfully.

“So full of shit.” I whisper, “but of course. I’d love to go out with you on Friday.” As soon as I give my answer to him the bell wings and he stands up and grab his bag. “Good. I’ll see you Friday.” He walks out the classroom door without giving me time to think of my response or to verbalize it.

He’s such an idiot though, he’s going to see me before gym and during.

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The day was over quickly, and our quick band rehearsal had gone nicer than I thought. I ended up staying after to play some piano before going home and catching up on all the homework I didn’t realize I had slacked off so much because of me being gone.

The night falls fast. As I get into bed round 9 o’clock, Harry’s lights on in his room after mine go off. I turn on the side facing from the window and blink a couple of times before an attempt to completely shut my eyes and fall asleep.

I end up laying there for an hour and a half, rolling around in my bed wishing I could sleep. I clench my stuffed animal close to my chest.

When I lie on my belly again, my lock screen lights up the whole room. I grab my phone from the night stand and slide open the text.

From Harry:

You awake?

To Harry:

Can’t sleep.

From Harry:

Not even a little.

To Harry:

Windows open ;)

I lock my phone and put it back on the night stand. A minute or two later, I hear the window open and Harry’s calm breathing. Within seconds after he shuts the window, the blankets behind me are lifted and the bed moves as he lies in it.

He sighs contently and moves closer to me. Suddenly, the room is warm, but skins on fire. My backside against his front. I smile and turn to him to see him smile at me.

I grab his head and pull down for and eager, but oh-so-sweet and intense kiss. His mouth was on mine, then his tongue, and then his teeth tugged at my lips. I wanted to keep on kissing him, but I was getting tired now. He gave me a couple quick pecks before smiling. “Ok, turn around now. We have school tomorrow, young lady.” What a good attempt at being ‘authoritative’.

I still turn around, and blushed as Harry press our bodies’ super close. It was both good and bad that I knew he was only in his underwear. His arm is placed over waist. He lift my shirt, just a little, and rubs the skin with his thumb. His lips press against the back of my head, and every touch is all very overwhelming.

“I love you.” He sighs, and he falls gently onto the pillow.

“I love you, Harry.” I reply, quickly losing the line between reality and what’s the actual part of life.

“Night, see you in the morning.” His low, sexy voice whispered to me. Didn’t matter how tired I was, I still get chills when he does this too me.

Again, too tired. “yea, night.” I mutter, blinking my eyes less often and slowly before I finally fal asleep.

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