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He got me good
I've got it bad
He got me feeling like a girl gone mad
Got me running around like I'm a lovefool
Taking me down I can't stop
He got me up
I can't come down
He got me locked and I don't want out
I know he's playing my heart and I ain't got no choice
There's just something about the boy

                               About The Boy - Little Mix

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Mark left me at home, half an hour ago. In the mean time I had showered, eaten and I'm currently lying in my bed, with my phone clasped in my palms, scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and every social media account I own. My life in general consists of music, internet and Harry. No wonder how everyone says I'm boring.

As I scroll through my feed on Instagram, I see the bright orange, square shaped thing, showing up in my screen. "Another follower." I mutter to no one in particular. My phone falls off my hands when I see who the person who followed me is. I quickly take it back in my hands and type a message to Rachel. <<OMG RACHEL. HARRY FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM.>> I know I may be exaggerating but I can't help it. I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time.

<<Can you calm down? You just spent a whole weekend together. For God's sake.>> I read her text and roll my eyes. Always the logical one.

<<RACHEL. HE POSTED THE PICTURE HE TOOK OF ME TODAY.>> I send the message to her and I almost fall off my bed. All the blood in my body has come to my cheeks. My heart beats so fast that I'm afraid it might stop anytime now. Bloody hell. I got it bad.

<<He took a picture of you?>> Seriously? That's what stood out to her from all I've said? I take a big breath and text her back.

<<Yes, In the car today. When I wasn't looking.>>

<<AAWWWWW CUTEEEE.>> She really doesn't help the situation. I text her goodnight and turn the lights off. I lie back in bed and face the ceiling. How can a single person have such an impact on me? When he didn't know me, it was definitely easier. We weren't talking, I didn't know how he smells like. I didn't know the way he thinks. And most importantly, he didn't know me. Period.

Now he just considers me a friend, while I'm hopelessly in love with him. What will happen when he stumbles upon a girl that will spark his interest? What will I do then?

I huff in annoyance as I hear the hours ticking in the clock, next to my bed and I still haven't slept. My body aches from exhaustion and the headache doesn't seem to leave me alone. How great. I peel the blankets off my body and go to the kitchen. I search for some painkillers and some tea.

I swallow the pills and sip on my tea, hoping that this will at least let me relax. "Ione, what are you doing up at this hour?" I hear my mum whispering.

"Couldn't sleep." I shrug, still staring at my tea.

"Ione, what's wrong?" I feel her hand caressing my back and I close my eyes in relaxation.

"Nothing, mum. Everything is fine."

"I don't believe you." She crosses her arms in front of her chest in stubbornness.

"Too bad. I'm going to bed." I wave at her and she exhales in defeat.

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"Goodmorning." I mutter under my breath.

"Whoa...What happened to you?" Asks Ben, while taking a closer look at my face.

"Goodmornig to you too, Ben."

"Sorry, but you look so tired." He says while still looking at my face, as if I had grown a third eye on it.

"I had insomnia." I groan and he nods.

"Did you drink any coffee?" He asks concerned and I nod.

"I had, two since I woke up." He shrugs and goes to find Ashley. From the corner of my eye, I see Mark, Rachel and Jane approaching.

"Don't say a thing." I raise a finger to them, to prevent them from commenting my state.

"Jeeezz. I wouldn't have said anything, but now that you said this: You look awful today." he smirks and I give him the middle finger.

"I love you too." He murmurs before I leave their side to go to my first class for today.

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"Ione, over here." Shouts Jane and I take some steps towards the table she's sitting with everyone.

"Hey." They greet me and I simply nod. Clearly not in the mood and way too sleepy to talk.

"Woah, Ione. Don't speak too much. Let the others talk too."

"Shut up, Rachel." I grumble and lay my head on top of my arms, shutting my eyes for a while. Several minutes pass without me noticing, way too engrossed into resting my eyelids. Then I feel someone sitting next to me. Normally I wouldn't get up from my comfortable position, but something in me, is telling me that I should.

As soon as I open my eyes, I'm greeted with a smiley and overjoyed, Harry. My heart skips a beat once his eyes land on me. Rachel kicks me under the table. I ball my fists and kick her back, making her hiss in pain.

"Hi." Harry greets me and I smile at him.

"Hello."

"Are you free?" He asks out of the blue.

"Uhh... right now?" I feel Rachel's foot nudging mine and I give her a dirty look. She pulls her leg back and turns her back to me, while she folds herself in Mark's embrace. I smile at them and turn my head back to Harry.

"Yes, I want to introduce you to some lads."

"Some lads?" I raise an eyebrow and he nods, while grinning. How cute, can someone be? "Okay." He takes my hand in his and we excuse ourselves. My heart beats so fast and I'm afraid that my hand starts sweating. I curse under my breath. Screw you adrenaline.

"Here we are." He says and shows me a group of three boys standing in the corner.

"Oh you must be Ione!" Says the one with the chocolate coloured eyes. I smile at his gentle expression and politeness. I nod. "That's me. And you are.?"

"Oh, where did my manners go?" He asks mostly to himself. "I'm Liam. Harry's friend."

"I'm Niall." The blond boy says and extends his hand for a handshake. "I've heard a lot about you." he adds and I blush. What has Harry told them?

"Nice to meet you, Niall." I smile. "You have pretty eyes." I blurt out. I don't know why I said such a thing, out of the blue. I try to hide my face, so they won't see the blush but I fail miserably.

He laughs loudly. "Thank you, very much. Same goes to you."

"And this one, is Louis." Harry shows me the boy with the quiff and blue eyes.

He smiles and shakes his head. "Shame on you, Harry. My name is Jenifer." he says rather seriously and takes my hand in a handshake. I look at him confused and then at Harry, who is rolling his eyes. "I'm only joking, darling. My name is Louis." He chuckles.

"Nice to meet you, Louis. You must be the jokester of the group here."

"Likewise. And indeed I am." I laugh as we continue the conversation until it's time to go back in class.

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"Hey, Ione." I hear a manly voice calling.

"Hi, Harry." I beam at him.

"Are you heading home?" I nod. "Do you have a ride there?"

"No, I come and go on foot. Not a big deal." I shrug.

"Come with me then. I'll give you a ride home." He offers.

"No, no need to." I decline. The truth is that I really want to go with him, but I'm scared that if I stay in a car alone with him, for more than two minutes, I might pass out.

"I don't take 'no' for answer." He states and takes my hand in his, to guide me to his car. It's not something I thought he would have. It's an old  truck, which is rusty in some places, but still cute and neat like him.

"That's beautiful." I say as I take a drawing that I find on my seat in my hands, before I sit down. I shut the door and examine the drawing closer this time.

"Just like you." He smiles, while looking on the road in front of him.

"You're such a flirt." I shake my head.

"Nah...I'm just saying the truth." He chuckles.

"Who drew this by the way?" My curiosity gets the best of me.

"My sister. She is a great artist. I wish I could draw like that." he sighs.

The time goes by quickly, and I'm already standing in front of my house. "See you tomorrow." I tell him, but he stops me before I open the car door.

"The lads, loved you. Seriously, they couldn't stop talking about you."

"They are amazing. You have great friends, Harry." I tell him and a proud smile forms on his lips.

"Do you want the lads, the guys, you and I, to go out sometime? Get to know each other." He suggests and I smile sweetly at him.

"That would be amazing." I say.

"There is one problem though." He smirks and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Hmm...What problem?"

"I don't have your number." He chuckles and my mouth forms an 'O'

"Damn it. So all this was a plan to get my number. I should have understood that earlier. Damn you, Styles. You're good." I sarcastically pretend to be stunned.

He raises his arms in defense. "You caught me."

"Give me your phone," I smile at him while he takes his phone, out of his jeans pocket and hands it to me. "Here."

"I'll text you." He says.

"Sure." I smirk. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Ione."

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Hiiii....this was chapter 7. Tell me if you liked it. and also if you see any mistakes, point them out politely so I can fix them easily.

I won't be updating that much from now on because school has started. Probably, every weekend.

Also. Please If you read this story, leave your comments. That's what keeps me going.

Steph xx.