#highschool!harry

Looked in every possible spot where she should be, he looked in the chemistry lab, the schooyard, the hallways, and the cafeteria. He didn’t look in the library; he never goes there.

Looked in every possible spot where she should be, he looked in the chemistry lab, the schooyard, the hallways, and the cafeteria. He didn’t look in the library; he never goes there.

He is straight upstairs and already thinking about what he should say to her. He was pretty nervous to talk to her and also he didn’t want to be seen with her, sure his dad could pay someone to tutor him but he wants someone who gets good grades in school and not some adult who already works and makes money.

He is looking through the library, he spots her. He takes a deep breath and walks over to her. He stands in front of her table, she doesn’t care about him at all she is still writing her assignment.

“Can we talk?” Harry asks her. She looks up at him and shakes her head. “Please,” he added.

“What do you want, Harry? I know you hate to be seen with me, now get it over with and insult me,” she is annoyed by him. She hates the way he treats everyone, he hates her every time someone from the team is with him he throws stupid comments at her.

“I-I won’t, Um, I wanted to ask you if you could tutor me?” Harry’s hands are sweaty. He is damn nervous he’s never this nervous for a game.

“And why should I do this?” She’s still annoyed Harry notices that. He sits down opposite her.

“I could drive you, or um— I don’t know, you’re weird okay.” He gets a little louder and packs her things together.

“That’s what I needed to hear. Ask someone else I won’t do it,” she tells him as calmly as possible. She knows kids at school call her weird but it hurts her to say it to her face.

•••

“Damnit,” she curses under her breath. She sees her bus driving away without her. The rain is pouring, she starts to walk, and a car next to her pulls up.

“Let me drive you home,” a familiar voice said to her. He knows he fucked up but he needs her help.

“I’m walking,” she mutters. Harry gets out of the car and hands her a jacket out.

“Take it, it’s pouring,” she takes his jacket, y/n hands him her backpack puts his jacket on and grabs the backpack, and leaves. She can’t deal with Harry one more minute. He doesn’t even care to apologize.

•••

“Oh honey, you could have called me. No one could drive you home,” she kisses her forehead.

“No there was no one,” she mutters under her breath. Her mom knows she lies about that but she doesn’t want to ask her, she doesn't want to talk about it. She sat down on the little couch in the trailer. Her mom made her some tea to warm up, she helped her out of Harry’s jacket.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” She looks at the jacket for one more second.

“A guy gave it to me,” she nodded her head. “He’s a jerk, to be honest,” she added. It feels good to say that.

“How about a movie night? You loved it when you were younger,” she smiles at her daughter. Y/n needed to get her mind off what Harry said, so it was definitely a good idea. These words repeated in her head all the way home. She wants to forget what he said to her. It hurts her.

“Yeah that sounds lovely,” she smiles lightly.

•••

“Mum, how do I talk to a girl?” He sits down on the kitchen counter. His mom is currently making dinner, he needs an answer from her. He can’t ask dad, Gemma would tease him for weeks even months.

“Harry darling, you know how you talk to girls,” she shakes her head. “Is she important?”

“No, I asked her if she could tutor me and she was cold, she didn’t even care. I was nice to her,” he looks out of the window.

“Are you sure honey?” He thought about it once again. He can’t see the problem why she would hate him.

“Yeah, Niall said I should ask her. She has good grades and she could tutor me, I don’t want dad to find out. I don’t want that he pays someone to tutor me, I want her to be my tutor,” he almost mumbled when he said the last part.

“It sounds like you like her,” his mum teases him.

“No mum, I didn’t ask Gemma ‘cause I knew she would tease me but you, that hurts,” he fake gasps.

“Harry, how was training?” His dad didn’t even bother to say hello. He does not care about him at all except for his grades and the football training.

“Good, Coach said we have a good chance to win this season,” you could hear the sadness in his voice. He isn’t even sure if he wants to play anymore. Harry is just pretending.

“Sounds great,” he grabbed himself a beer and went into the living room.

•••

“How did it go?” Niall sits down next to Harry.

“I don’t think she will tutor me,” he looks back at his phone.

“What did you do?” Niall raises an eyebrow. He knows Harry can do stupid things.

“I said she’s weird. I freaked out, I wanted to drive her home in exchange so she could tutor me. It slipped,” Niall bangs his head against the table.

“You have to apologize to her,” he says. He knows exactly how much these kinds of words can hurt people. Harry never dealt with it but still, he has no right to say such a thing to her.

“I won’t,” he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

“If you want her to be your tutor you have to apologize,” Niall added.

•••

“Your jacket,” she holds his jacket in front of his chest. “Take it,” she mutters.

Harry pulls her into the boys restroom. Her back against the wall, she could feel his breath on her face. His hands rest beside her head, and she takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, for what I said yesterday.”

“You— you,” she points at him, “are apologizing to me,” she points at herself. “Harry Styles is apologizing to me,” she can’t believe this is happening right now. She isn’t used to Harry apologizing or being nice to her.

“Yes, don’t make it a big deal, and keep the jacket if you want to,” Harry left. She is shocked about him, he can be nice if he wants to. She put his jacket on and went outside.

•••

She was sitting alone in the cafeteria, Harry looked at her a few times she caught him looking at her. “Man is she wearing your jacket?” Adam raises an eyebrow. “Are you dating the nerd?”

“I don’t date the nerd, I gave her my jacket yesterday and didn’t ask for it back. Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he shakes his head.

“So, you have a crush on her?” Hunter smirks.

“I don’t. I’m failing class and if my grades don’t get better y’all can say goodbye to winning this season,” he stares at Hunter.

“Just ask your dad for a tutor,” Nico says. Harry doesn’t say a word about that. He doesn't want to explain it all over again.

•••

“Harry?” A familiar voice says his name. She stands in front of his table, her hands are in the sleeve of (now) her jacket. He humps in response.

“I can tutor you, if you drive me,” she’s almost too shy to ask for something in return. Harry looks at her with a big smile on his lips.

“Did something happen? Earlier you refused to even talk to me,” she shakes her head. Harry knew something was off with her.

“No, I just want a ride home,” she mutters.

“Was it someone from the team?”

“Why would you assume something like that? I offer you to help you and you ask me if something happened,” she stares into his eyes. He can see she is insecure.

“Sorry,” he stuffs his things in his backpack and reaches for her hand. They go together to his car, she sits down next to her.

While Harry was driving he rested his hand on her naked thigh. “Harry, I’m not one of your girlfriends,” he mutters a sorry under his breath, and his hand goes back onto the steering wheel. “Niall is nice, he’s nicer than you,” she mutters. Harry shrug.

“I can set you up with him,” she shakes her head.

•••

Harry’s house is huge. Harry closes the front door behind himself, he tells y/n where his room is. “Now the first door on your left,” she opened the door.

“Your room is huge,” she mutters.

Harry leans his head over her shoulder and whispers into her ear, “Let’s go inside before my dad sees you.” On his lips a smile. “Do you want to drink something?”

"No, I'm good. Um—”

“Math, English, and biology,” he smiles. She pulls her biology notes out of her backpack. She explains to Harry how the blood circuit works and she lends him her notes.

“That’s how it works,” their fingertips are touching, and he puts his hands into his lap. He knows she doesn’t want to be touched by him. “No one ever explained it like that to me,” he added.

“I think I should get home, my mum will be worried,” she leaves her notes on the table. She grabs her backpack.

“You can stay for dinner,” he wants to give her something in exchange. He is a bad student and they had to go through the same thing at least six times. She wanted to give up, she knew Harry tried so hard to understand it when she explained for the first time.

“No thank you. I have to get home,” Harry pulls her into a hug, and he puts his hands into fists to not touch her. Y/n is confused why he would hug her all of sudden, she pulls away.

“Thank you. If you lose your mind just tell me.”

“I’m not. Can you pick me up tomorrow?” He nodded his head. He handed y/n his phone out and she entered her number in it.

•••

“Hey, can you help me?” He sits down in front of her. Harry’s teammates are wondering why he would sit with her. “I need a B,” he smiles slightly. He shows her his paper.

“That’s actually pretty good, you have some grammar errors but we can fix it. How did you learn to write like that?” She is impressed by his writing style. She is a good writer, but to be honest she thinks Harry is a great writer.

“I dunno, I always liked to write,” he mutters.

Sitting together during lunch became their thing. He hates to see her alone and he enjoys her company. It doesn’t bother her when he talks about something stupid but most of the time she tries to convince him to read a book. It would help him, but he's stubborn.

“You like my jacket,” he smirks. “Should I drive you home later?” She nodded her head, she hid her hands in the sleeves of her jacket. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah,” she smiles. Harry can feel there is something in her mind. She wants to tell someone but she can’t. It hurts him to see her hiding something.

“Okay, gotta go, I have training,” he smiles and leaves.

“Harry has a thing for the nerd,” Hunter is teasing Harry all day about it.

“I don’t, she’s just my tutor,” he clenches his jaw.

“I can tell ya one thing, she hates it to be touched,” Jackson says with confidence. Harry pushes him against the lockers. He grabs his collar and pushes him once again against the lockers.

“You fucking touched her,” he grits out. His jaw clenches. Harry lets go of him. He can’t get into a fight.

“Common she was asking for it,” Harry's hand balled into a fist, and he kicks Jackson straight into his face.

They got into a fight, the coach kicked them out of training. He cleaned himself up and went straight into the library.

“Hey, y/n, can we go home?” He stands in front of her. She packs her stuff.

“Harry, what happened?” She wants to touch him, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her away from his face.

“Got into a fight, it’s no big deal,” he smiles at her.

She refused to let him drive home like this, she showed him where he should drive. Now everything makes sense why he always drops her off on the street and not here. She’s embarrassed about where she lives. She opens the door from her trailer and lets him inside. She went straight into the bathroom to get the first aid kid.

She sits down on Harry’s lap, she soaks a cotton pad with disinfectant and slowly rubs it over his cuts. He flinches a few times. “Why did you fight?” Harry avoids her eyes.

“Found out what Jackson did to you and freaked out.” She freezes. “Do you want to go to the police and report it?” Harry is amazed that she wants to hang out with him after everything that happened.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to shit like this happens to me and I’m okay with it,” she cleans his cut up. “I hate it when guys touch me, I’m scared they will do the same again, except you. I trust you,” she swallows a sob.

“You shouldn’t. It’s an amazing feeling, if I could show you—”

“You can show me,” Harry helps her out of her jacket. He slowly slides his fingertips up and down her arm. She rests her forehead against his shoulder.

“I don’t wanna lie to you. I’m not a bad boy. I had only one girlfriend.”

“I believe you, you're too nice to sleep with a girl and then never talk to them again,” she slides her hands under his shirt, she taps her fingers on the soft skin. “You’re a good friend, Styles,” she whispers into the crock of his neck.

“Your first friend, maybe even more if you want,” she humps in response.

“You know it will take a while.”

Even early on a Monday morning they never failed to be loud and rowdy, throwing crumpled balls of paper at each other and talking over the teacher until she inevitably gave up halfway through the lecture. And while math may not have been your favorite subject in school, you still needed to pass the class to do well on your A-levels and hopefully get into a good university. But in order to do that, you had to actually be taught. But your poor teacher was no match for the class of rowdy boys and as the year wore on you were worrying that there was no hope for you to pass the test come May.

“Settle down, c’mon let’s get on with it!” Came the voice of your teacher, a nice woman who went by Mrs. B. She had been at your school for decades and it seemed that she had lost interest in fighting her students long before you wound up in her class.

“How was your weekend, Mrs. B?” The question came from Harry Styles, unquestioned ringleader of the obnoxious kids in your class. His smile seemed to soften even the sternest instructors and most of the student body bent to his every will. He was notorious for his weekend ragers and his ability to charm his way into any girl’s pants he so desired.

“Fine, thank you Mr. Styles. And dare I ask how yours was?” All she received in return was a smirk from Harry and the catcalls of his followers that resounded around the room.

You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on your hand, zoning out on the board in the hopes that if you stared hard enough, the algorithms and equations would magically make sense. Just as you felt yourself nodding off, a low whisper sent a zip of electricity up your spine, “Are you as bored as I am?”

Slowly, you turned your head to meet the green eyes of Harry Styles. His facial expression gave nothing away, his close proximity making it seem like whispering to each other in class was a common occurrence. Styles, nor any of his friends, had ever really looked twice at you. You ran with a different crowd and to be fair, you had never given any of them more than a passing glance either.

“I’m more confused than bored,” you finally answered, meeting his eyes with bewilderment in yours.

“What’re you confused ‘bout,” he asked, his usual dimples traded in for a furrow between his brow. He leaned in a bit closer, one elbow leaning on your desk. You moved back a bit, not used to someone invading your personal space like he did.

“I’m most confused about your lack of respect for personal space,” you drawled back, pointedly staring at his elbow that was touching yours. With raised eyebrows and that signature smirk, he slowly pulled his elbow back, but didn’t relent.

“Seriously, s’it the equations?” he asked again, glancing towards the board.

“It’s everything,” you finally sighed, looking down hopelessly at the frantic notes you had taken in previous classes, “I didn’t get the first part and now everything else doesn’t make sense either.”

“She’s a bi’ of a rubbish teacher, hm?” he smiled.

“I think she’d be better if she could teach without being interrupted,” you quipped, glancing behind him at his friends who were watching your exchange with interest. You leaned back in your seat, as far away from Harry as you could get and willed yourself to tune into the lecture and try and catch what you had missed. You tried, you really did, but your attention span was shot once again when you felt a nudge against the elbow resting heavily on your desk.

Glancing down you found Harry casually sliding over a stack of papers, his eyes trained to the front of the room. You sighed and lifted your elbow, allowing him to put them on your desk, and stared down at the pile of notes now sitting on your desk. Thumbing through them quickly you saw they dated back to the first day of class, all detailed and explicit, much better than your own chicken scratch.

“Alright that’s it for today, remember the test we have coming up on Friday, see you all Wednesday,” your head snapped up as your teacher began to dismiss class, nearly twenty minutes before the bell was even set to ring. You scrambled to collect your notes as well as the ones Harry had shuffled onto your desk and put them into your backpack without ruining them.

Beside you Harry began to stand up, stretching and laughing at a joke one of his goonies had squeezed out. You looked up to catch his eye but he seemed keen to ignore you now, grabbing his backpack and heading for the door, trailing at the back of his pack of friends. You shuffled quickly after him, grabbing his arm once you were both in the hallway to turn him towards you.

“Uh, thanks?” You questioned, pushing a piece of wayward hair behind your ear.

He shrugged one shoulder and gave you a soft smile, “S’not a problem, sounds like they might do you more good than me.”

“Yeah, uh,” you cleared your throat awkwardly and glanced behind Harry to where a few of your friends were getting out of their respective classrooms, “Well I better go, I’ll get these back to you before Friday.”

With that you headed towards your own group, beyond confused as to why the Harry Styles had decided to strike up a conversation with you and then give you his notes. Which, were surprisingly detailed and methodical for someone who you thought paid absolutely no attention to his education.

“Wait!” Rang Harry’s voice, and this time it was his hand on your arm, spinning you around to face him. He pulled his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, looking down at you in thought.

“Are you free tonight?”

“Um, yes,” you nodded, adjusting the strap of your backpack on your shoulder. The hallway was starting to fill up now, people giving you and Harry interested glances before minding their business.

“Come over to mine and we’ll study, I need help for our Bio quiz on Wednesday too,” he said handing you his unlocked phone. You stared at it dumbly for a minute and then looked back up at him.

“Put your number in so I can text you the address?” he asked, laughing a bit at your expression. With a new heat to your cheeks you hurriedly typed in your number and handed his phone back to him like it had burned you.

“Brill’, see you tonight, love,” Harry called, already running down the hall to catch up with his friends. A few heads turned your way to see who Harry was talking to and you found yourself cowering under the questioning gazes. Harry rarely hung out with girls that weren’t in his immediate circle of friends, and there were some interesting rumors about what Harry liked to do when he was “hanging” with them.

With that you turned to find your friends talking amongst themselves, discussing the weekend, none of them appearing to have seen your interaction. You stood silently with them, trying to piece together when you had become someone that Harry Styles took interest in. You were tempted to ignore his request to meet him, but you needed to do well on this test and the chance for a good grade won out over your skepticism about his kindness.

“Harry finally find the balls to ask you out?” she laughed, nudging your hip with hers. You turned to her with wide eyes, almost offended at the offhand comment.

“What?” You squeaked.

“Don’t look so shocked!” She exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you two began the trek to second period, “Shiloh told me that he’s been talkin’ to his mates about you; apparently it’s all Johnny’s heard about since you got sat next to him in math class.”

“I’ve literally barely talked to the kid,” you breathed, staring wide eyed ahead in front of you, completely overloaded with this new information, “I really don’t think that’s it. He saw how much I struggle in maths, everyone does, and he offered to help. He’s got good notes.”

“Whatever you say,” she smiled, “Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

You found yourself knocking at the front door of the Styles residence just after dinner on Friday evening. Harry suggested you come to his and split time between Math and Science, even promising you baked goods for having you come out on a Monday night. You were shocked that Harry was the one who suggested it seeing as you were used to seeing snaps of him out with his friends no matter what night it was.

All thoughts of the conversation between you and your best friend had been forgotten. There was one jab in the group chat, but it was more to have a laugh; no one really thought anything of Harry offering to tutor you, least of all you. Your friend Savannah had even explained it away saying Harry had tutored her in Maths last semester when they were in class.

The door swung open after just one knock and revealed a relaxed looking Harry, outfitted in a pair of joggers and white t-shirt. He ushered you in the house quickly, taking your backpack from you and leading you through the foyer towards the rest of the house.

“This is my mum, Anne,” he motioned to a woman sliding cookies onto a plate fresh from the oven. She had dark hair like her son and it was clear where his dimples came from once she smiled in your direction. She wiped her hands on her apron before offering her hand.

“Nice to meet you, love. Thanks for helping this one with his course work, he goes on and on about how smart you are,” she laughed. Harry pinked up at bit at the dig from his mum and dug his hands into the pockets of his sweats.

“I think I need more help in math than anything, it was really nice of Harry to offer,” you clarified.

“Alright well cookies are cooling here, I’m headed out for a bit so if I don’t see you, it was lovely to meet you,” she smiled, kissing Harry on the cheek and flying out the door.

Harry looked around awkwardly for a moment before clapping his hands together, “Righ’, well, shall we?” He led you to the dining room table where he was already set up, making sure to direct you into the chair next to his rather than across the table.

“Should we start with math and just get it over with?” you groaned, hauling the textbook onto the table. He nodded and the two of you worked diligently for the next half hour, Harry showing you how to do equations and then showing you again as you tried to do them on your own. He was incredibly patient, more so than you were, before you both decided if you tried any harder, you’d probably fry your brain.

“So what do you need help with,” you sighed, leaning back against your chair after finishing your third cookie. You chalked it up to stress eating from doing math and working with Harry. Being around him was a bit unnerving, mostly because you didn’t know why he had taken a sudden shine to you and was spending his Friday night helping you revise rather than at the party you knew was happening just a few streets over.

“Could we go over a few of the body systems?” he asked, “I keep mixing up all the parts of the brain and what hormones they control.”

And so you began again, going through Harry’s flashcards and giving him as many pneumonic devices as you could. He took to it quickly, much better than you had ever handled any equation and you were pleasantly surprised at how smart he really was. Harry Styles was much more than the popular class clown that you had made him out to be, turned out he actually had a brain up there.

“I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick, help yourself to anything and then can we go over photosynthesis?” You nodded and smirked as he tripped over his chair in his haste to go to the bathroom. He grimaced and then shot you a signature smirk before skittering up the stairs.

With no texts that needed your urgent response you began to shuffle and organize the papers spread out on the table in front of you, carefully separating what was yours and what belonged to Harry. As you shuffled papers around your eyes caught the marks Harry had received on his last Biology test and his last quiz, both of which were near perfect, and higher than yours. You moved more of his papers aside only to see much of the same, Harry scoring consistently better than you on all of his tests but one.

Harry strode back into the room, a cookie in hand as he leaned over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.

“Care to explain?” You asked, fanning out his tests on the table. You can’t ever remember seeing Harry Styles embarrassed, but his cheeks pinked up immediately and it looked like the cookie he had just scarfed down was going to make a reappearance.

“Listen Harry,” you sighed, standing up and beginning to organize your things, “Thanks for helping me with math, that was really nice, but you can forget whatever else you were expecting to happen.”

“No, I didn’, fuck,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. You zipped up your backpack and spun around to let yourself, but Harry was in your way and looking the most frazzled you’d ever seen him.

“Move,” you intoned, arching your eyebrow in defiance as his feet stayed planted. You shook your head as you moved to skirt around him, but his arm shot out to block you once again.

“Wai’, lemme explain, please,” he begged, “Jus’ one minute.”

You looked at him expectantly and he swore again, “‘ve been tellin’ my mates for ages that I think you’re right fit and smart and so they’ve been fuckin’ buggin’ me to ask ya out but I didn’ know how so I though’ if I could just get ya to hang out wi’ me, I dunno,” he rambled.

“You think I’m fit?” you scoffed.

“Fuck, no, I mean, yes, but I think more of you than tha’,” he groaned. He ran his hands through his hair again before stepping directly in front of you and gripping the tops of your arms, “I thin’ you’re really sweet and cute and jus’ like, a good person.”

You threw your hands up in exasperation, knocking Harry’s from your arms, “So you’re not failing biology then?”

With a groan and a roll of his eyes Harry’s hands cupped your face and his lips were on yours. You let out a startled squeak at the sudden action, staring at his closed eyes as he kissed you before taking a quick step back and breaking apart.

“What the fuck was that?” you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips.

“Love,” he sighed, “I’ve literally just sat here tellin’ you how I feel for the las’ five minutes. Fuckin’ faked failin’ a class jus’ to hang out with ya alone.”

“Well,” you sputtered, “You should’ve asked me before you kissed me.” Your thoughts were a jumble, the seemingly harmless study time now long gone from your brain, only to be replaced with the seemingly impossible turn of events that had just occurred.

Harry Styles had just confessed he thinks your fit and then kissed you. In his house. Where you thought you were just going to be tutoring him in biology.

His hand reached for yours, breaking your train of thought and focussing your attention back on him. His hair was mussed, eyes a bit wild, but still that bright green and his lips red from his apparently urgent need to kiss you just minutes ago.

“I’m almost positive you’re the only one who doesn’ know tha’ I fancy ya,” he laughed. You shook your head at him, completely bewildered as to how you had missed this. Before today he had barely spoken in your direction before. “My mates ‘ve been takin’ the piss outta me all semester, figured it was time I did somethin’ bout it.”

“All semester?” you squeaked.

“Yeah, your friend Shiloh talked ‘bout ya a bit and then Johnny said you were nice and so I watched ya in class, sounds a bit creepy now,” he mumbled, fingers slotting between yours with ease. You nodded, trying to take in all this new information and process it while now holding hands with him. And he seemed to be getting closer, you could smell the cookie he had just eaten on his breath.

His free hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking by your temple gently, “Can I kiss ya?” Words seemed impossible so you gave a small nod.

Now this was a kiss.

His lips were soft and smooth as they covered yours. His head was tilted at just the right angle so your noses didn’t touch and your body seemed to mold to his as you relaxed in his hold. You felt his smile in the kiss and it triggered your own. And as he went to pull back, you surged forward, reconnecting your lips much to his delight.

So you stood in his dining room with your backpack on, pressed up against Harry Styles as if your lips had fused together. Every once in awhile he would hum low in his throat, his head shifting to a different angle and you were more than happy to follow his lead.

When you both finally parted you were sure that your lips looked as swollen as his, if not worse. His cheeky smirk was back and he bit his full lower lip as he looked at you, eyes shining as he let go of your hand to rest both on your lower back. You hummed in content, hands falling to his hips as you began to process the turn of events in the last hour.

“So you really don’t need help in biology?” you checked. He let out a barking laugh at that, burying his head in your shoulder for a moment to compose himself.

“No,” he smiled, “But you do need my help in maths.” You blushed a bit at that, shrugging in defeat. He pinched the apple of your cheek a bit, seemingly pleased with the reaction he had gotten.

“Wanna come over tomorrow then? We’ll study for the test on Friday, go over more equations,” he offered.

You looked at him dubiously, one eyebrow arched in disbelief, “Are we actually going to study or are you just trying to lure me into snogging you all night.”

He had the audacity to look offended, resting one hand on his chest in surprise, “Love, I think we both know I don’t have to lure you,” you rolled your eyes and moved toward the door again, a playful grin on your face, “But yes,” he smirked, pulling you back, “We’ll actually study, we’ll save the snogging for Friday nigh’ when I take you on a proper date.”

You looked at him in thought before nodding slowly, “Alright Styles, you’re on.”

“Perfect,” he leaned down and grazed another kiss over your bruised mouth before leading you to the door, “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow mornin’, drive ya to school wi’ me.”

“Harr-”, you sighed.