I quickly looked up at Harry while he smirked. His eyes chased my body as if they were undressing me.
I quickly tried walking away until a hand tugged arm.
"Wait... Stay," He spoke with a softened voice, "I wanna get to know you."
I sighed. I wanted to go to my room to listen to music or something. I didn't wanna play fucking 21 questions with him.
"Fine," I literally said in a whisper.
"So, eh what's your favorite colour?"
Oh gosh. I wonder how this will turn out.
We ended up smiling, giggling, feeling surprised, and nearly crying. Harry told stories about from his dad leaving, to him helping Gemma.
I felt bad about thinking negative thoughts about Harry. I judged a book by its cover, and it wasn't the right choice to do.
"You're so beautiful," he smiled.
I blushed."Thanks. You too. I mean."
There goes my awkwardness. But instead, along with it I felt something different. I wasn't something I ever felt before. It was..... Different.