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Chapter 1
Lana's POV.
"No! You're supposed to do this first, and then that." Harry said frustrated. I moved my head a little bit from side to side in confusion. How does he even get this? It's so hard and yet he knows it like the back of his surprisingly large hand. My fingers fiddled with itself on the pencil and I made a few marks on the paper.
"Ugh, no." Harry smacked his forehead with his palms and physically pulled the pencil from my grasp and started doing the work.His hand moved rapidly across the paper and he roughly put the pencil down earning a thud with it. I looked at everything he did trying to decipher why he did it and how to do it exactly. "Do you get it?" he asked impatiently only after two minutes.
"Not really, you didn't elaborate it to me!" I complained throwing my arms up in the air. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. He mumbled a few words under his breath that I couldn't quite catch but I didn't let it bother me. I shuffled a bit and looked at the paper again. Harry grabbed one end of the pencil and pointed to one part of the sheet.
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"Get it now?" he asked with no smile on his face whatsoever. I nodded slightly grinning at my new knowledge. I secretly did a little dance in my mind, I always do that for my accomplishments. Harry unraveled some more problems making me slump back in my chair sighing. Harry could sense my unhappiness but he couldn't care at placed the pencil in front of me so I can pick it up. I did so.
"You're left handed?" he wondered. I looked over at Harry with a weird expression on my face. Since when did he care for me? Especially on what hand I wrote with? He seemed to be shocked asking me this because he looked like he just blurted it out on accident. I let out a 'mhm' and continued doing the work. There were only about five questions left so it wouldn't be that bad.
But you still got homework to do.
Even more time with Harry, great. Just great.
"I can tell you don't like me presence here, you don't need to keep hiding it." he snapped at me upset. I rolled my eyes and started finishing up the last problem. He poked my side like what Ashton did except it wasn't from the cheek startling me. I glared at him because of his random act and he stood up from the chair.
"What's your problem?" he asked angrily at me. He moved his hands forward doing a hand motion and just looking at me for an answer.
"With what?" I scoffed placing my problems in the back of the folder I had for future referencing. I pulled out my homework and placed it on the table.
"Don't play dumb with me! You're just so snappy at everything I do!" he complained; still up from the seat.
"We barely even know each other and you're just poking me! It makes me uncomfortable." I explained knowing I wasn't entirely correct. I am sensitive when people poke or tickle my side. Of course, how would you feel insecure when someone does it to your cheek? I don't.
"Whatever." he breathed out hastily grabbing his things and stuffing them in his bag like he didn't care about what was going to be crushed. I almost felt happy that he was leaving so early but my eyes trailed back to the blank homework paper in front of me. I looked back at him and he was already heading to the door. I ran up to catch up to him.
"Wait!" I yell to get his attention. He turns his attention to me, his eye brows furrowed in anger. "I'm not done with my homework." I added quickly.
"Your problem." he shrugged reaching his hand out for the golden door knob.
"You're supposed to guide me on this!" I tried making some sense in him but it didn't work. He was out the door before I even had the chance to say 'guide' fully. I sighed frustrated and went back to where my belongings were. I looked at the paper and slowly wrote my name down as well as the date. I know most of this stuff by now, but I'm still worried.
Well, he left on you. You won't be in trouble.
My subconscious nagged me about the honest truth. I smiled a bit before writing some answers down. I placed the homework back into the correct placement for tomorrow and zipped up my back pack. I left it there sitting on the chair as I walked up the stairs with some leftover brownies from yesterday evening. I crashed onto my bed and pulled my phone from my back pocket quickly scanning it for notifications. I grinned so my teeth was showing because one of my good friends, Luke, had sent me a text message not a long while ago. Luke and I had known each other for about four years. As much as Luke denies it, he likes me. He doesn't think I know it though, but guess what I do. I don't know about my feelings for him, however. I do know that I have some feelings for him but they aren't as strong for me to consider it 'liking' him. I quickly sent him a reply message.
'So how was Harry?
- Luke'
'Not as pleasant as I wanted him to be.
- Lana x.'
'If you could give one word for Harry, what would it be?
- Luke'
'Asshole.
- Lana x.'
"No! You're supposed to do this first, and then that." Harry said frustrated. I moved my head a little bit from side to side in confusion. How does he even get this? It's so hard and yet he knows it like the back of his surprisingly large hand. My fingers fiddled with itself on the pencil and I made a few marks on the paper.
"Ugh, no." Harry smacked his forehead with his palms and physically pulled the pencil from my grasp and started doing the work.His hand moved rapidly across the paper and he roughly put the pencil down earning a thud with it. I looked at everything he did trying to decipher why he did it and how to do it exactly. "Do you get it?" he asked impatiently only after two minutes.
"Not really, you didn't elaborate it to me!" I complained throwing my arms up in the air. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. He mumbled a few words under his breath that I couldn't quite catch but I didn't let it bother me. I shuffled a bit and looked at the paper again. Harry grabbed one end of the pencil and pointed to one part of the sheet.
-
"Get it now?" he asked with no smile on his face whatsoever. I nodded slightly grinning at my new knowledge. I secretly did a little dance in my mind, I always do that for my accomplishments. Harry unraveled some more problems making me slump back in my chair sighing. Harry could sense my unhappiness but he couldn't care at placed the pencil in front of me so I can pick it up. I did so.
"You're left handed?" he wondered. I looked over at Harry with a weird expression on my face. Since when did he care for me? Especially on what hand I wrote with? He seemed to be shocked asking me this because he looked like he just blurted it out on accident. I let out a 'mhm' and continued doing the work. There were only about five questions left so it wouldn't be that bad.
But you still got homework to do.
Even more time with Harry, great. Just great.
"I can tell you don't like me presence here, you don't need to keep hiding it." he snapped at me upset. I rolled my eyes and started finishing up the last problem. He poked my side like what Ashton did except it wasn't from the cheek startling me. I glared at him because of his random act and he stood up from the chair.
"What's your problem?" he asked angrily at me. He moved his hands forward doing a hand motion and just looking at me for an answer.
"With what?" I scoffed placing my problems in the back of the folder I had for future referencing. I pulled out my homework and placed it on the table.
"Don't play dumb with me! You're just so snappy at everything I do!" he complained; still up from the seat.
"We barely even know each other and you're just poking me! It makes me uncomfortable." I explained knowing I wasn't entirely correct. I am sensitive when people poke or tickle my side. Of course, how would you feel insecure when someone does it to your cheek? I don't.
"Whatever." he breathed out hastily grabbing his things and stuffing them in his bag like he didn't care about what was going to be crushed. I almost felt happy that he was leaving so early but my eyes trailed back to the blank homework paper in front of me. I looked back at him and he was already heading to the door. I ran up to catch up to him.
"Wait!" I yell to get his attention. He turns his attention to me, his eye brows furrowed in anger. "I'm not done with my homework." I added quickly.
"Your problem." he shrugged reaching his hand out for the golden door knob.
"You're supposed to guide me on this!" I tried making some sense in him but it didn't work. He was out the door before I even had the chance to say 'guide' fully. I sighed frustrated and went back to where my belongings were. I looked at the paper and slowly wrote my name down as well as the date. I know most of this stuff by now, but I'm still worried.
Well, he left on you. You won't be in trouble.
My subconscious nagged me about the honest truth. I smiled a bit before writing some answers down. I placed the homework back into the correct placement for tomorrow and zipped up my back pack. I left it there sitting on the chair as I walked up the stairs with some leftover brownies from yesterday evening. I crashed onto my bed and pulled my phone from my back pocket quickly scanning it for notifications. I grinned so my teeth was showing because one of my good friends, Luke, had sent me a text message not a long while ago. Luke and I had known each other for about four years. As much as Luke denies it, he likes me. He doesn't think I know it though, but guess what I do. I don't know about my feelings for him, however. I do know that I have some feelings for him but they aren't as strong for me to consider it 'liking' him. I quickly sent him a reply message.
'So how was Harry?
- Luke'
'Not as pleasant as I wanted him to be.
- Lana x.'
'If you could give one word for Harry, what would it be?
- Luke'
'Asshole.
- Lana x.'
Notes
This took me two days to write idk why lol maybe because of my friends and life but really i don't know.
i'm also testing but who cares i still got priorities!
- bubblehxrry
Ok thanks! :)
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