The Bad Boy’s Girl

The next day went by very slow, and I haven't seen Harry all day, I dont know why I was looking for him. But last night was something

"Today is so boring, Louis is sick." Jamie said plopping next to me with her lunch. "Last night he wasn't feeling so well, and he told me he wasn't going to be here today."

"Are you and him dating?" I asked a tad bit curious. "Sorry, I'm just a little curious. You two are cute."

"Fine, we are dating." She said with a huge smile on her face, her cheeks turnings red. "It just happened. We kissed on our dinner date, and it kind of happened. How about you and bad boy?" She said pointing, and I looked where her hand pointed which was directed to Harry.

he was sitting at a table that was just a few down from me and Jamie's. He was wearing all black, his hair pushed back, and he was talking with a few other friends, his friends all had that style of wearing black and had a lot of tattoos.

"Are you?" She asked again.

"Oh! No, at least I dont think." I said fumbling my apple.

"Ask him." She encouraged.

I I looked at her in disbelief, she just looked at me with a big smile on her face. "You're crazy right?"

"Just do it." She said with a smile.

I didnt want to do it, there was no point behind it. I never had this happen before, but I know after last night it just had me thinking of what we are.

"Okay." I breathe out.

I stand and from the table and made my way towards Harry's table, his eyes met mine, the green in them almost brighter than the sun, making me look away.

"Hi." I said awkwardly stopping in front of him. His eyes were fixed on me. "I've got a question."

He he was fighting a smile. He stood up from the table, moving past me. I follow behind him, trying to keep up with him, I was slightly nervous, and I looked towards jamie and she gave me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her.

Harry walked out the two doors and then stopped facing me.

"ask." He demanded, his tone was not mean at all.

"well," I said, trying to prevent myself from stuttering my words. "Jamie said," I sigh. "Jamie said, you and I should become more than- um" was Harry and I even friends in the first place.

"Friends." He finished my sentence.

"Yes, she said that." I said, frowning at my words.

"More than friends?" He said with a slight frown, I knew that he was going to regret me, but oh gosh. He moved closer to me. "I'm sorry, sarah." He spoke, his forehead pressed on mine. "But I don't do relationships." He spoke, his eyes looking down at my lips. "But-" he said, softly kissing my jaw, making butterflies form in my stomach. "We can always try something else." He said, and then his lips pressed to mine a little more rough than last night but now the butterflies were flying.

He pulled back, and I looked at him. "Like what?"

He smiled a very bright smile. "Would you like to be my friends with benefits?"

I frowned, and the only thing I knew with friends with benefits, was sex, and only sex. A lot of sex. I looked at him in disbelief. I wanted to slap him, but I couldn't just because he had that stupid adorable smile on his face. Instead, I just stopped on his foot, which I know he didn't feel, but I felt it, it hurt, I forgot he wore boots.

The he smile was knocked off his face, and then I walked away from him. He was so ridiculous.

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