"Sorry class," Mr. Johnson says. "I'll be right back after I check with whoever's at the door." He walks to the door, opens it, and steps out. Closing the door behind him.
"Who do you think it is?" Joey, my lab table buddy, asks.
"Who cares? As long as whoever it is keeps him out there a long time, they are my hero."
He chuckles, "Same here. Johnson's lectures are the worst."
We sit silently as we wait for Mr. Johnson to come back into the room.
It happens a few minutes later, but he just pokes his head in. "Amber, please come here."
Everyone turns to look at me as I push my chair out. Then I stand up and head for the doer. I get to it and wait for Mr. Johnson to move so I can meet my visitor. "Who is it?" I ask.
"You'll know," Mr. Johnson moves away from the door.
Then I quickly slip through the crack in the door, and once through, shut the door. I then look at my visitor. The one person I'd want to see right now.
"Hello Buttercup," Harry smiles.
"Curly," I jump into his arms.
"I've missed you a lot, too," he wraps his arms around me in a protective hug.
"What are you doing here?"
"Visiting you," he lets me go and pulls me away from him.
"Just had a day off?"
"Yeah, and have the best news. But that's for lunch when the rest of your band can hear."
"You two done?" Mr. Johnson asks. "I have a class to teach. Amber, you have finals to study for."
We turn to look at Mr. Johnson. "Yes, we're done," I say. "Let's head back into the classroom," I grab Harry's hand.
"He's coming too?" Mr. Johnson nods in Harry's direction.
"Can he? I haven't seen him very much since the end of summer. Please," I give him puppy-dog eyes.
He sighs, "Fine, but you have to pay attentions."
I nod, "I will. Don't worry, I will."
"Good," then he heads back into the classroom. We follow case behind.
Gasps and lots of whispering happens when Harry enters. I ignore it and lead him to my seat. He sits down first then I take seat on his lap.
"Okay, don't focus on the pop star and his girlfriend. They're going to be focusing on me, and so should you," Mr. Johnson claps to get everyone's attention back.
This class isn't going to be so bad for the remainder of the time now. I've got the love of my life back, and his arms are protectively around me. Just like I remember.
It's so quiet right now. Everybody is trying to get their math worksheets done. Since we have finals next week, we need to refresh our memories of everything we've learned this semester.
Out of nowhere, whispering picks up. I tune it out and stay focused.
Then someone taps my shoulder. I'm a little ticked off because my focus is now lost. "What do you want?" I turn to face my focus ender. My heard drops to my toes.
"How's it going, bad girl?" Zayn smirks.
I hop out of my chair and wrap my arms around his neck. "Hello bad boi," I whisper to him. "I'm better now that you're here."
"Sarah, is your boyfriend going to help you with math?" someone asks.
"Of course. That's why he's here," I answer. That's not the real reason, but it's not a lie either. I hope Zayn is good at math. Though, I do wonder why he's really here.
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