I love you more than you think<3

A girl is about end her life.. But then a beautiful 18 year old boy saves her<3

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4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

**Akila's POV**


Before I could walk away a large hand grabbed my arm and turned me around.


I winced from the pain shooting up my arm."Where are you going?"


The boy said, his lips frowning. "Umm.. To my math class" I said grabbing my arm


away from him. He smiled, with dimples showing, and said "Well in that case, I'll just


follow you, cause my first class is math also."He smiled down at me, and I gave him


tiny little smile back. I hadn't smiled ever here, only tears and sadness. My arm was


still throbbing from when the boy had grabbed. There were scars all over my two arms,


and new scars formed every night. When we reached the math room, he whispered to me


and said "my names harry by the way". I whispered back smiling "I'm Akila". I walked


in the room and took my seat, in the front row where literally no one sat. Harry walked


in and the teacher made him introduce himself. "Well.. My names Harry Styles and


I'm a foreign exchange student from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire in England." Said


Harry. "Tell us more about yourself." The teacher said. "Well..I work in a bakery and


um I like the packers." He said nervously. "Ok then," the teacher replied "take any


seat that's empty." Gesturing at the desks in front of him. He took all his stuff walked


towards me. He slid into the seat next to me. He flashed me a grin, then went back


to what we were doing on the board. I couldn't concentrate the whole class, my eyes


couldn't help staring at him. Those beautiful pink lips, I could just imagine kissing them.


The way his whole face lit up when he saw me. But then reality kicked back in. I realized


it would probably never happen. I've never even kissed a guy, while everyone else in the room


had probably already lost their virginity.
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