LUCY

"Lucy is my girlfriend and I made a damn question, what the fuck is going on here?"

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

I must be deaf, he did not say that.

"I just ... I just ..." Marcel stutters and I feel sorry for him.

"We were just talking" I managed to say despite the nerves, Harry's statement left me completely stunned.

"You think I'm stupid? And what the hell Marcel? "Harry frowned at his cousin. He wants explanations and I don't know if Marcel is able to give them. I am praying for Marcel,  I hope he doesn't say anything stupid that might annoy Harry.

"You are pla-playing with her, I know," He speaks boldly. Marcel Oh no, what are you doing?

I wouldn't like to be Marcel right now, Harry looks at him as if he wanted to kill him. I can literally see the anger filling his emerald eyes, I think they have darkened.

"Really? And do you have any proof you idiot? " Harry boomed and I feel chills through my body. He is so angry, I can see it in his face and in his eyes and I'm scared but at the same time I think Harry looks ... sexy.

"No-Not yet, but if you hurt Lucy, I will--"

"What? Are you going to hit me with your comics or your stupid chessboard? "Harry laughs.

"I think ... that's enough." I whispered.

"I know you're playing with her" Marcel walks to his cousin and now he is face to face with Harry. Oh my god, I'm praying for Marcel. "Why do you even like Lucy? She's not your type, you can have who you want, leave her alone. She's too good for you and you know it. "

His words hurt me, that was basically one of the things that Marcel told me the last time we talked and I hate him because he's right ...

Harry is several inches taller than Marcel, and his height is intimidating, with his inscrutable face, his muscled and powerful and angry eyes.

"Look you little shit," Harry smiled and felt chills, that was a wicked grin, "I swear to God if you keep talking I'll cut that small penis you have," Harry grabbed the collar of  Marcel's shirt and pushed him brutally to the wall.

"Harry, no!" I shrieked approaching him.

"Get off me!" Marcel moaned and tried to pull away.

"Are you crazy Harry?" I tried to pull his elbow, he shook his arm and he shoves me gently, I tripped over my feet and I fell on the floor. Harry used his free arm to punch Marcel on the face. "Harry, no!"

He let go of Marcel, I could see the face of my friend and his nose was bleeding. Harry came up to me, grabbed my elbow and pulled me up in two seconds.

"I'll tell mom!" Marcel said with a nasal voice.

"Let's go," he whispered and began to drag me.

"What is happening here?" I heard a female voice and we turned to see a blonde woman at the entrance of the library. "Harry, stay there," she said looking at Harry and he stopped walking. "God, are you bleeding? Are you okay? "She walked towards Marcel, who was covering his nose with his hands.

"Yes-es, I’m fine,” I heard Marcel.

"Harry, what have you done now?" The librarian spoke worried. She's not that old, she might have 30, blond hair and dark eyes.

He still grabs my elbow and his eyes are glued to the woman in front of us. Harry is in trouble, she will send him to the principal.

"What's the problem now? Are you fighting over a girl? "She squints at me. "Lucinda? What? You? "She says in surprise. I guess she was expecting someone more attractive...

"It wa-was me," Marcel stuttered and I am shocked by his words. What? "Miss West IT was my fault" WHAT!?

"I did not expect that from you Marcel," She frowned. "However the two have to go to the principal's office, now."

"Mar-Marcel should go to the nurse," It was almost a whisper but she heard me.

"Yes, you're right. Marcel after that you go to the principal's office and you Harry let's go "She started to walk and Harry did the same.

"Come on Lucy" He growls when I refused to walk.

"I'll go wi-with Marcel," I whispered. Harry frowned and let me go sharply.

"Seriously Lucy?" His eyes are burning right now. "Whatever" He rolled his eyes and followed Miss West. He must be mad at me but I couldn't leave my friend.

"Are you okay?" I came closer to Marcel. There are red drops on the floor, making a path to where my best friend is.

"It hurts," he answered with his eyes on the floor.

"We're going to the nurse's office"

*****

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Marcel was lying on the stretcher with an ice pack on his nose.

"At least my nose is not bro-broken" He whispered with his eyes closed.

"Why did you do that?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow. "Why did you say it was your fault?"

"On one hand it was, I provoked him. I saw Harry hidden while we were talking and I said I liked you on purpose because I knew he was listening to "Marcel confessed and my mouth was about to fall.

"So it was a lie?" I inquired; I almost feel offended and hurt even when I shouldn't.

"Of course not," he replied still with eyes closed and I could see his cheeks flushed. "I-I really like you Lucy" He stutters as he squeezes his eyes stronger.

I sigh and I look away. "This is not good Marcel, you are my friend"

"That's a gentle way to reject me. Cool, now I'm friendzoned" Marcel snuggled into bed and curled up.

I don't answer, I bow my knees and hug my legs.

I feel terrible, I never thought that I would reject someone because I've always been rejected but what can I say? I like his cousin.

"Sorry?" I mumbled with my face buried between my knees.

"Don't, I should say that"

"I don't care Marcel, I forgive you-"

"See? You are too good, that's your problem "Marcel sighed. "You just forgive me and I don't deserve it, like you done with Ryan, Cassie ..."

His words are like a stab to me. Is he right? I don't think I'm too good, I only forgive Cassie or Ryan because their reasons were enough to do it ... I think.

I'm impressed of this new Marcel, still stutters but somehow I feel that his ideals or his way of explaining are different. Something has changed in him. I don't shut up this time, I open my mouth to ask:

"Is it my idea or you are more mature? The way you stood up to Harry. Who are you and what have you done to Marcel? "He chuckles but then moans possibly for his nose.

"My social project, remember?"

"Yes and I'm proud of you." I smiled and we remained silent.

It's nice to be here and spend some time with Marcel, seems like forever since the last time we spoke.

Somehow I feel I am now another Lucinda, but still being myself, it's a difficult feeling to explain. Two months since I met Harry and it's amazing how your life can change.

I stretch my legs and look at my clothes, my hands and my hair. At least that hasn't changed and never will. Whatever happens,  physically I will always be the same.

I'm starting to think I have a serious problem, lack of personality or to know who I am. I don't even know why I'm constantly thinking this but is a struggle for me.

"If they send me to de-detention it will be my first time," said Marcel and he sounds excited.

"Should I congratulate you?"

"I think so, I guess it's part of my little social project."

"Then congratulations"  I don’t think it's funny, but Marcel looks excited.

I looked at Marcel for a few seconds and then I looked down. He said he liked me, will he be in love with me or something? I hope not, the things will become awkward between us and I don't want that.

The door opens and the nurse walks toward Marcel.

"Honey I think you are better, you can give me that" He nods and hands the ice bag to her. "Well you can leave. It was a heavy blow but it will hurt for a few days I think. Don't forget you have to go to the principal's office. "

Marcel gets off the stretcher and both left the nurse's office. I wonder where is Harry...

"I'll go with the principal" He once said that we are in the hallway.

"Um, sure. See you?"

"Yeah, I guess" He gave me one last look and then left.

I could see in his eyes the sadness and rejection although he is acting pretty well, I know he must be hurting inside. But what made him think I could feel the same? Marcel never showed signs, I never thought he would like me.

I feel so bad, I wish I could do something for him.

It is difficult to process the idea that Marcel likes me, but it's even harder for me to think that Harry likes ME. I still think Harry and Lucy don't fit in the same sentence.

I missed a class so I hasten to enter the next.

I take notes, answer the teacher's questions but I cannot concentrate at all. I'm thinking about Harry and it's so sad I don't have to think about anything but him.

He has been the only interesting thing in this year so far.

I think if I'm mad at him, Harry just hit my friend. Marcel provoked his cousin but violence was not necessary. For a moment I forgot this side of Harry but I can live with it I guess. Still don't know if I'm upset, maybe I should act as well and see his response.

I wonder where he is, I bet he's mad at me and probably he won't call me today. Our relationship is strange I still like the way it is and he called me 'his girlfriend'. The idea is like a stab in my stomach but with butterflies. I wish he asked. I suppose that while he doesn't do it, I'm not officially "his girlfriend."

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The next day Ryan picks me up. My mother was on the afternoon shift so I prefer to give her some rest because I know she needs it. I called Mandy but she never answered, and then she turned off the phone so I had to ask Ryan. I chose not to call Cassie because I guess she will go to school with Matt and I have no desire to be invisible between them.

"Thanks Ryan" I said, breaking the silence between both.

"No problem Lucy, is a pleasure." He smirks and I look away.

He is looking handsome today and I hate myself for thinking that. Although is not very strong for Ryan I think some part of me still have those feelings I had when we were kids. As I said, they are not strong but I can feel it sometimes and, again, I hate myself.

I feel like a bad person because my feelings should be completely dedicated to Harry and in a way it is but it makes me uncomfortable to have certain thoughts about Ryan. But I am sure of one thing, I would never prefer Ryan over Harry,  I have no doubts about that. It's dumb think all this if I'm sure but I am struggling lately against typical problems of a teenager. I think I should learn more about it on the internet ...

"You disappeared with Marcel yesterday, what were you two doing yesterday? Studying?  Reading comics? "Ryan's voice reaches my ears.

"Yes, we were in the library," I replied with a slight smile.

I didn't feel like telling Ryan about what happened yesterday, well if I wanted to I have to explain that Harry and I are together and I think it would be inappropriate to tell him, I don't think it is necessary.

Sure it is!

I ignore the voice in my head, but its kind of right. If I'm going to attend to the Halloween party and Harry will be there, what do I do? What will he do? Is he going to kiss me in front of everyone, ignore me or we are going to act like friends? This will give me a headache but I didn't think about this small but important detail. Oh god, what am I going to do?

The morning is cold and the sky is gray, I think the color fits my mood. I don't know if I'm sad but I'm definitely very thoughtful and a bit locked in my own world.  parked the car a little further from the entrance of the school, he says it's because he likes to walk.

I'm wearing a white sweater and I'm wearing a white sweater and a slim green military jacket. I throw my hands in the pockets and I hope Ryan close the door of his car.

We still have time, 30 minutes to start my first class so I'm relaxed.

"So you know what you're going to wear for Halloween?"

"Ahm, yes, I think so." He nodded and looked at me, hoping for something more, I realized that I hadn't answered his question at all. "I'm going to be Yoko Ono."

"Yoko Ono?" He chuckled. "Are you going to wear a dress?" I nodded reluctantly. "I can't believe it, I'm craving to see you dressed like that" He says while I feel one of his arms around my shoulders.

"And you?" I asked politely staring at my old shoes.

"To be honest I don't know yet. I'm terrible when it comes to choose costumes."

"Mandy could help you, she gave me the idea of mine." I suggested and I think it's a great idea.

"Yes, that's fine, I need help."

"I remember one time you dressed up as Anakin." I stifled a giggle.

"It was your fault, I loved it but it was your fault" He laughed. "And you disguised yourself like Princess Leia." I laughed at the memory.

We were two children, playing, running through the streets and asking for trick or treats while our mothers chased us to keep pace.

"Those were the days." I sighed and looked up.

Something catches my attention. Surprisingly there he is with his ripped jeans, a plaid shirt and a black jacket. His hair is tucked into a beanie and emeralds are looking at me, only me. I'm almost shocked to see Harry leaning against the frame of the entrance, I didn't think I would see or would talk to him today, maybe I was wrong.

His eyes burn with a strange feeling, and then I realize that his gaze is not friendly, he looks really angry. Why? Of course, for what happened yesterday, he should feel betrayed by my choice. I chose Marcel over him.

I would like to walk past him, just for now, his unexpected presence has made me weak and caught me off guard.

My friend next to me is unaware of any battle that takes place inside me and Harry's gaze on us or me. No one should tell me, I already know how this will end up...

I manage to look away from his gaze and we walk through the school entrance. I feel a twinge of...disappointment? I was waiting—

"Ryan Green, would you do me a favor and take your filthy hands of Lucy?" His husky voice is music to my ears but also causes shivers down my spine for the way he talks.

Obviously we stopped walking and Ryan turns to face Harry. I feel so stupid because I forgot that those two don't get along. I can still remember when Ryan kissed me and Harry threw that bottle at us.

"Excuse me?" Ryan raises his eyebrows.

"Are you deaf or what? Get your filthy hands of her, "Ryan kept his arm around me, challenging Harry. "Besides, I gotta talk to you Lucy."

"You wanna fight or what? I'm not afraid to hit you. " Ryan responds and I'm surprised by the sudden change in his voice and his threat. I know Harry was rude but Ryan is provoking him, this is not good.

"If that's what you want, go ahead." Harry raises his arms, inviting him to do so. "It really doesn't bother me beat the shit out of you" He growls, he doesn't look patient.

I'm want to slap myself to wait until this point, once again, I feel stupid. I'll stop this quickly and will do this simple.

"Don't fight" I speak reluctantly.  I let go of Ryan's grip. He looked puzzled once I walk towards Harry. He gave a victorious smile when I'm next to him.

"What? Why are you listening to him Lucy? You don't have to do what he wants. "Ryan blurts, frowning.

"Don't worry, it's okay and sorry for what he said." Harry rolls his eyes but his fingers intertwined with mine, that movement is certainly something new for me.

My friend looks our hands and then up at me. I know what he is going to say or ask but Harry is fast and says:

"Yes Blondie, Lucy and I are together." Once he finish the sentence Harry pulls me and  we walked in the opposite direction to Ryan. I don't dare to look back but I guess he is disappointed, angry and maybe sad.  What Harry said was really bad because I should have told him but I guess I got what I deserve. This is what happens when someone hides the truth, lies always come out in the end.

"That was not necessary," I murmured.

"Why do you let him touch you?" Harry blurts but in a whisper.

"I was not doing anything wro-wrong,  plus Ryan is my friend." Harry has to swallow his words because this time I have the reason.

We don't speak any more as he guides me through the halls. Some girls look at our hands and I know they started talking about it. Some engaged me hateful looks or shake their heads. I don't know how to feel about that but society and teenagers today are so cruel and senseless. They don't even know me and they look at me like that.

Even with 20 minutes for the first class there are some empty hallways and the curly boy leads me to one of those. We stand in front of a door, Harry lifts his keys from his pocket and opened the door. I'm confused, where did he get that key?

I walk behind him and Harry closed the door. We are in a room with tables and many chairs piled in a corner. There are two windows that let the light in and an old chalkboard. I know this is not a classroom, I guess this is where you come when you break a chair or you don't have a table.

"How did you get the key?"

"I have my contacts" He responds and then he locked the door and left in his pocket. Great, I'm stuck here. If I don't speak, I won't leave here.

Reluctantly I sat at a table and Harry sat at the table in front of me. We are not so far from each other but my legs don’t touch his.  I spread my legs and swinging it in the air.

We looked at each other like a competition, I feel nothing at first but soon my hands start to sweat.

"Why did you tell Ryan?" I spoke after clear my throat.

"Don't you think he deserved to know the truth?" That's a good answer and I don't say anything. "You should have told me or are you hiding something Lucinda?" Now he sounds angry.

"No, I'm not. Are you, um, jealous?" That question has haunted me and I had to ask. I said it and now I want an answer.

He frowns and if looks could kill I would already be quite dead. Why is he so angry? Maybe he doesn't like my question or he thinks I'm absolutely ridiculous for asking that.

"Yeah, I am jealous..." He finally answered and my heart in my chest tightens.

"You were also jealous ...by Marcel?" My hands are shaking and to hide it I throw them in my pockets.

"Yes..." He nods without looking at him.

The atmosphere is tense and his revelation has left me completely perplexed. I don't know why but I hear the words of Marcel clearly in my head, since he said it yesterday I haven't stopped thinking about the fact that everything is so odd.

"Harry ... you're not playing with me right?" He bites his lower lip and shakes his head. "Because I-I don't know, sometimes its weird—"

"I bet my cousin made ​​you think this stupid shit."

"Yes ..."

Silence.

"I just...I just need to know that this is real." My voice cracks, betraying me.

"Sure it is, I ... I would never play with you." It's hard to believe but I nod though he's not looking at me.

"Okay ..."

"I'm sorry for what I did to Marcel." He says reluctantly and I smile because he looks funny but cute at the same time. His apology is fake but I know he is trying.

"I'm mad about that, it was wrong what Marcel did but he didn't deserve that." Harry doesn't answer, his eyes focused on his shoes. "Why didn't you call me ye-yesterday?"

"I preferred to talk in person."

"Oh, okay, fair enough."

"Could you stay away from Ryan?"

"Don't you think that's very... extreme?" Harry bites his lip but nods reluctantly.

"A little, but I don't like him."

"He's my friend." I answer immediately.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes. "I guess its a waste of time if I no tell you stay away from Marcel..."

"That won't happen." I stated but in a whisper.

"Well, shit." He mumbles.

"I-I don't understand. Why you would be jealous of Ryan and Marcel?" I questioned, I'm really curious.

"It's like if you ask why would you be jealous of Mandy, that time we went looking costumes"

"That's different ..." I answered quickly. "I wasn't jealous, it just bother me they way you looked at her when you were next to me, you were like drooling. " Harry laughs and that irritates me.

"I was not drooling but she looked sexy" He shrugged. "And please, don't lie, of course you were jealous."

I roll my eyes but I don't deny it.

"Co-could you answer my question?" I manage to say and he frowns, clearly he didn't want to talk about it.

Harry thinks quietly and waiting is killing me, I'm eager to hear his answer.

"I don't like Ryan, he is not trustworthy, I mean, he didn't speak to you in almost a year and now you are friends as if nothing had happened, sorry but that doesn't work for me. Plus he kissed you against your will. Marcel knows you well, he's a good guy and that crap, I'm not surprised by the fact he likes you. Clearly both have advantage over me, Ryan was and Marcel is your best friend. Girls always prefer to fall in love with their best friends, right? "

From his point of view I can understand his "jealousy", but I find ridiculous because nobody can compete with Harry.

"Not in this case ..." I whispered shyly. "I prefer you." I admitted with my heart pounding.

Our eyes meet and nothing else exists. I don't know what to do, maybe I should hug him but Harry is faster and he walks towards me.

My legs were open so Harry is positioned between the middle of them, after that he leaves his hands on either side of my thighs. I want to take off my jacket and sweater because I feel a heat wave through my body.

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He gently pulled my braid with a smile and my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

I'm still angry at the same time I can't, Harry wakes many things in me.

"I guess so." I managed to respond.

Another smile lights up his face and he leans towards me. I hold my breath while I close my eyes. He gently rubs our noses and then his lips brushed mine, slowly tempting me without moving. This is torture because I wasn't able to give the kiss myself.

He finished my inner pain as his lips pressed against mine. It was a slow and romantic. My hands wrap around his neck because I never know what to do with them.

The kiss is intoxicating

and his mint breath mixed with mine. He presses his lips stronger and I feel his tongue against mine. Harry rests his hands on my back and he pulled me toward him, our bodies collide and that causes me chills.

We split a few seconds to catch our breath. His eyes are deep and they are glued to mine while he's breathing heavily. I took off my jacket and he smiled so naughty. He does the same and takes off his jacket. My eyes fall on his shirt, he has some buttons undone and I can see a little of his abdomen. I bite my lip so hard it hurts.

It takes all my strength to ask the next question.

"Co-Could you take off your shirt?" I'm not able to look at him, my voice is barely a whisper, and my cheeks are flushed.

I hear how he takes off his shirt and I looked up slowly. I don't know if I could get enough of Harry but seeing him makes my throat hurts.

"I like your tattoos, I wonder what they mean." I muttered unable to meet his eyes.

"I don't think now is the time" His husky voice reaches my ears. "And we're not tied into this." His hands grab my sweater and he removed it along with my shirt. Now I'm only in bra and shame begins to eat me inside. "Now we are tied" He whispers, his eyes meet mine and then fall on my chest. "Why do you always wear black bras? Damn Lucy, you must stop doing that. "He bites his lower lip.

Harry doesn't give me much time to analyze his words.

I lay on the table and he is positioned on top of me. I don't know how but our bodies are fit perfectly and I'm not uncomfortable. He kisses me and I feel chills through my body when his big hands caress my stomach.

 I gasp when he pulled away, I feel the lack of air but I want to kiss him again. His kisses move through my stomach and curls tickle my skin. My body is burning and I don't feel cold.

He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and then all the way down my stomach and then his lips stop at the waistband of my jeans. I hear a sound, the sound when you unbutton your jeans. His hands stroke my abdomen, then how did he do it? I leaned on my elbows to see him and Harry bites his lower lip with his eyes on me. Sure, I'm a fool, he did it with his teeth. The thought and to see Harry in this position, with his head in my intimate area causes a heat and pain where no man has ever touched me.

I gasp. I know what can happen and I can't continue this.

"Harry ... I--"

"I won't do anything, I'll be good." His angelic face fits with his innocent voice but his emerald eyes are darker and he looks stunning right there where he is.

I pinch myself, I can't help it, and this is too good to be true.

I was about to say something but Harry's lips pressed against my crotch over my pants and I froze.

"Harry ..." It was fast but I felt something.

He twists a smile and then he buttons my jeans.

"You know? I think this is sweet; I'm not so bad to be gentle with you. Also your skin is soft and I really like it. "Am I deaf? Did I hear right? His words echo in my ears. I'm not able to answer so Harry says something that melts my heart. "You're beautiful Lucinda."

 I want to laugh because it's ridiculous, but still his words affect me and I blush.

"What do you mean to be gentle?" My voice is low but he heard me.

"What I mean," he says and I feel his hands on my thigh and up to my butt and then to my back. "is that I would rip off your clothes," he says with his teeth playfully pulling the bridge of my bra. "You have no idea the things that I would do to you little Lucy, right here, right now." His voice is a hoarse whisper as I feel his tongue across my sternum, the space between my breasts.

I didn't feel butterflies; I felt elephants, a lot of elephants in my stomach. And again I feel a pain and a burning in my most intimate part.

He kisses my shoulder and my neck and I hold my breath when finally I can see his face so close to mine. He gives me a quick kiss and then gets off the table. The table? Oh my god, I completely forgot where we are. I shake my head and try to recover from what happened.

I dress and shame begins to take over my body slowly. I cover my face a few seconds whilst I try to forget what happened because it's too embarrassing for me.

"Are you okay?" I hear Harry and he smiles at my flushed face. He knows what I'm thinking so I don't need to tell him.

We grabbed our backpacks, Harry tucked his hair in the beanie and we walked out of the room with caution.

As we walk I feel more and more ashamed, how could I do this in school? I feel bad and rebellious but not guilty. To me it seemed an eternity the whole time we were in there but I get in my classroom in time.

I tried so hard but I couldn't concentrate. In all I thought was Harry and what we did. I wonder if it will be fine... because we are just starting but he has seen me repeatedly in underwear. If I don't stop god knows what will happen and I can't allow that. Not yet. I trust him but I can't lose my virginity now.

I remember once Cassie had a boyfriend who was pressing her to have sex, she didn't want, though she was not virgin. Eventually the guy got bored and left her. Will Harry do the same to me if I don't want to have sex? My question is a stab in my stomach and makes me feel really nervous. I'm not the kind of girl he usually like, I hope that he has noticed that things will be slow between us. I can't understand how many girls simply take their clothes off and have sex with a stranger. I would never do that.

For the second class I feel bad, my eyes met with Ryan in the hallway. He frowns and shakes his head but didn't speak to me. He looks away and that's it. I hope he doesn't tell Cassie,  that would ruin everything. I'm still a little angry because this is Harry's fault but it wouldn't make any difference if I had told Ryan. He doesn't like Harry so the reaction would be the same.

At lunch I sit with Mandy but Ryan never appears. Marcel greets me with a smile a few tables away and I did the same.

"Where's Ryan?" Mandy asked looking around looking blonde.

Should I tell her? I guess I can trust her.

"He won't sit with us ..."

"Why?"

"He's mad at me."

"Why? What did you do?"

I told her every detail of how it happened between Harry and  Ryan. Mandy almost dropped her mouth to the ground.

"Awesome. Harry killed him when he told you two are together. Shit, I should have been there. "She sighs. "He would be angry anyway so don't worry about Ryan's behavior."

"I guess." I still think that if I had told him he might not be so angry.

"And then what happened with Harry? Tell me everything."

She caught me off guard. I bit my lip and I hesitated to tell the truth. At the end I decide to skip what happened when he kissed me, but I tell her we spoke in a hallway and what we talked about.

"This is very sweet, he was jealous, that's a big step."

"What? Why? What do you mean? "Mandy shakes her head with a smile and pulled her cell phone and then starts to type something.

"I'll Google it" Mandy said as she looked the screen of her phone. "According to this page jealousy is an emotional response that arises when a person perceives a threat to something he considers himself. This definition is accurate. "

"So?"

"Did you hear the last line? To which he considers himself. Harry slowly thinks you're his, that's a big step. "

"I think it's ... normal."

"No! Jealousy is a good sign to know that he cares about you! My ex boyfriend wasn't jealous at all, he hardly cared what I did. I could throw myself off a cliff and—"

"Okay, I think I understand."

"Another important thing is that jealousy reveals a weak side of your partner. Feeling jealous is feeling not sure of himself. Now is your chance to know more and know his weaknesses. Besides he was feeling jealous about Marcel and Ryan. "Mandy laughs. "Marcel cannot compete with Harry, Ryan is good looking but Harry is still the winner."

The accuracy of her words overwhelm me, thinking of how she does it is very interesting and very true. My insecurity is my weak point, that's the reason why I have been jealous. What about Harry? What is his weakness?

"You have to try on the dress for you, so tomorrow you should come to my house Yoko Ono." I sighed and nodded.

After a few minutes Cassie joined us. The three chatted and I'm glad that Cassie and Mandy now get along.

Cassie talks about Matt, she said things are getting better between the two and that he is much more attentive and loving and caring and she is delighted with the new Matt.

I smile at her words, at least Matt is doing what he promised. She looks happier. I wanted to talk about Harry but she is so happy and so concentrated talking about Matt I decide to leave it for tomorrow. This idea of postponing the truth is not good but right now I don't care, I listen and enjoy this time with my best friend.

Surprisingly my next class is chemistry. My nerves increase as I walk to the classroom. I stop at the door frame, my eyes meet Harry. He is sitting in the last place, he is completely distracted with his cell phone.

"Hi." I half smiled as I sat beside him.

"How was your day?" He said without taking his eyes from his cell.

"It was good, how about yours?" I pull out my notebook and write down the title of the class.

"It was okay, but I want to go, I hate this place." He sighs as he looks up at me. "We should have stayed locked in that room, that would have been interesting." He whispers in my ear and the tip of my pencil breaks. I hate this because he knows what he is doing to me. "You should see your face." He chuckles.

"Stop, is not funny." I covered my face and he chuckled.

"Would you like to my house today?" Harry asks when the teacher walks in the classroom.

"What for? So you can laugh at me?" I find another pen in my backpack and I finish writing the title.

"No, so I can have you just for me." The tip of my pencil rips apart and I sigh frustrated. I rub my hands against my jeans without looking at Harry.

"Um, I-I guess."

"Come on Lucy, don't be like that. I was lying; the guys will be there too. We could make some pizza. "

I have to study but I can do that at night when I come back. Besides that I have no other excuse.

"Okay." I nodded and tried to pay attention in class.

Today's class was fun, at least for me. After explaining the teacher gave us some exercises and Harry and I did it together. He is actually good and I'm surprised but proud. Before leaving the teacher gives us homework, most of the class in chorus boos even Harry.

I didn't notice but I'm definitely looking forward to spending time with Harry. I'm glad he has invited me. I send a message to my mom to tell her I'll be with Cassie and then I keep my phone in my pocket.

I see Marcel walking through the parking lot and I remember something I wanted to ask Harry.

"What happened yesterday? Did you go to detention? "

"Yes, but it was no big deal, I've been there other times."

"And Marcel?"

"Yes, he was there. The only idiot with a smile on his face." Harry rolled his eyes.

We got into his car and Harry drives at full speed. He really hates this place.

"We could do our homework."I spoke looking at Harry. He smiles before saying:

"Lucy that's the worst idea you've given so far." His tone is rude and even though I know he is joking I feel hurt. God, I'm so boring.

"Sorry." I look to the window.

 I rest my forehead against the cool glass, music is all I can listen inside the car.

The car stopped at a traffic light and Harry sighed.

"Lucy." I didn't answer. "Lucy look at me." You are being childish, just look at him. "Hey, sorry I didn't mean to offend."

"No, it's fine. It was a stupid idea. "I shook my head with a forced smile.

"No, it's not." He turns his eyes to the front and the light is about to change. "I'm sorry okay?" He says and he turns his attention to driving. "We can do homework together" He half smiles and my eyes hurt because Harry looks so handsome. "But with one condition" His smile widen and my eyes hurt even more, too much beauty.

"What is it?"

"We do homework but in underwear."

"No."

"Don't be boring!" He moans like a little child. "It will be fun."

"Don't you think we're going too fast?"

"I have never been so slow with a girl." I don't like what he says but I rather shut up. Thousands of questions popping into my head and I decided to turn off my mind before this is over at some awkward moment.

"Why in un-underwear?" Finally I speak.

"Because you're wearing black lingerie and I love it, it suits you." I don't think I look good but I blush in silence.

Should I say thank you or maybe wink? I look through the window and tried to wink, I don't look very flirty so to save myself to do something ridiculous I decide to not wink. An answer pops in my mind and I reply:

"I'll think about it."

"That sounds better. But if you refuse maybe I will have to rip your clothes off by myself. "His husky voice is heaven. His words made ​​me feel even more nervous this time and I don't answer because I am not able to speak.

Once he is parked in front of his home I almost jumped from his car. I'm not anxious just nervous. I avoid looking at him as we walk because I fear to trip or fall.

The living room is empty and there is silence. Apparently we're alone.

"The first thing we should do is the homework" The curly speaks when we entered his room.

"It’s too soon."

"It’s better now, then we can do something fun."

"Okay." I sigh in defeat and I sit on his bed.

Harry turns on the TV and check out some stuff on his desk. I stare at him while he's distracted organizing some things in his room. His legs are long and thin, perhaps more than mine. My eyes inspected his clothes, as always he looks like a model. I look at my white sweater, with a tiny stain of coffee, my baggy jeans and worn shoes. Maybe Harry prefers me in underwear because the way I dress is disgusting. Still I don't understand why he wants to see me as well, I don't have the best body and it really makes me uncomfortable.

I get rid of my shoes and lie down on his bed. I sigh as I close my eyes and try to turn off the negative thoughts. A shirt falls on my face and I didn't even react.

"A deal is a deal." I heard Harry's voice but I didn't move. His bed is very comfortable. "If you're not going to do it, I will." He says and I feel his fingers unzipping my pants and his hands are already on the waist of my pants when I react.

"I will do it, I will!" I almost cried out. God, he's fast.

He laughs whilst he walks back to his closet. I grab my backpack and I head to the bathroom. This time he gave me a red plaid shirt. I can feel his smell on the garment. I'm impressed, he smells amazing, how?

I keep my clothes in my backpack, I brush my teeth and I braid my hair and let it fall to the side of one of my shoulders. I clean my glasses with Harry's shirt and I look in the mirror. I smile at my reflection but the image doesn't convince me. I sigh as I leave the bathroom.

I close the door and leave the backpack fall to the ground, Harry is sitting on his bed, shirtless and only with yellow shorts. Now is the moment in which I can fully appreciate his tattoos. He has many but two of them catch my attention immediately, a butterfly on his stomach and two swallows under the collarbone... they are beautiful.

"You look sexy, I knew the shirt would look good to you." He said and my hands are shaking so hide them behind my back.

I try to look serious; I grabbed my notebook and my book and sit cross-legged in front of Harry. He doesn't look uncomfortable while he's trying to solve a problem, however I am a total disaster. I can't concentrate and the reason is obvious, this is his entire fault.

"Something wrong?" He asks and I look up. "You're still in the first exercise."

"I ... I, um, I do have problems with this exercise." I admitted completely embarrassed. As I said I can't concentrate, I feel like I forgot how to subtract or multiply. I'm so pathetic.

"It's easy, look." Harry lies down on his stomach and rests his face in one hand.

He begins to explain, step by step the exercise while he is writing in my notebook. I'm really impressed by this new Harry but I like it. Once he finished Harry kisses my thigh and sits.

This time I focus. I managed to do the exercises even with his presence. Sometimes he interrupted me, drawing a doodle in my notebook or tucking a strand behind my ear. And sometimes I got distracted watching him, he's like a piece of art.

"Okay, I finished."

"Oh good, you're fast—," Harry interrupted me, he jumps on me and both bounced on the mattress, his body on top of mine. "Harry, what are yo-you doing?" I stammered as his hands touched my stomach.

"Don't you have ticklish?" He asked and our eyes met.

"No." He chuckles and he lies down beside me. "And you?" I reached out my hand to him but Harry grabbed my wrist.

"No." He warned me and his face was serious. I nodded and he released my hand. I lay next to him and I rest my cheek in my hand.

We have nothing else to do and I have a question around my head.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Harry copied me, so we're lying face to face.

"What did you see in me?" I don't know where I take the courage to ask but is done.

Harry's face decomposes for a few seconds, he slides a hand through his hair and sits down. A bit disoriented I imitate him. He looks a little nervous, what's wrong? Maybe he doesn't know the answer, maybe he doesn't know what he saw in me because there's really nothing interesting about me.

"You asked me this before?" He said looking at me but something in his eyes has changed.

"Ahm, I don't think so." I answer in a neutral voice.

Now an awkward silence is between us and I'm seriously wondering if my question was appropriate. Maybe I rushed too much, I shouldn't have said that.

"I'm so-sorry--"

"No, don't be." Harry interrupted me. "It's hard to find the answer." It surprises me that he speaks softly. "Um, let's see... at first I didn't see anything." That's tough. "I tend to judge people quickly; I'm a little impulsive so that would explain my first impression of you. Anyway, I slowly began to know and you can say the same about me, or something. I think it was good idea to invite you that time on the library, because of the stupid bet with my friends."

"What bet?"

"They had said I couldn't have a female friend blah, blah." Now I remember that he told me that when we first go out. (Chapter 9)

"Well...we didn't end up as a friend."  I shrugged.

"Yeah, I was not expecting that."

"Neither do I." I smiled weakly. "Keep talking." I encourage him because I want to know what Harry thinks, we haven't talked much about us or our feelings. Both are somewhat reserved and distant.

"So...we went out and I want to say something positive but nothing has come out really well between us." We both laughed because it's true. We had problems, obstacles. Our personalities collided a lot and now finally we have peace. "The thing is I managed to get to know and you somehow to know me."

"We saw our weaknesses." I whispered and he nodded.

"My problem with my mother and yours with your mother. That somehow brought us together. "

"Definitely."

"You're different from the girls I usually frequent, but really different because I have known quiet and virgin girls but everything is a lie, they act so innocent and all they want is to sleep with you. I have no problem with that but what bothers me is they aren't true to themselves. You know what I mean?”

"I think so."

"For example, I don't care about anything or anyone. I do what I want when I want since I was a child. I know it's a rude and cruel way I treated girls, some of them deserved it, but  I never hid it, I was always true to myself in that aspect."

"I understand, but it was not a good example."

"I know. As I said, you're different. At first it bothered me the way you are, I was pissed off because you were different. Slowly I began to accept that and I even got a little more tolerant."

It is fascinating to hear him talk and watch his ​​perfect face. The gleam in his eyes, the way his lips move.

"In short, what I like about you is that you are kind and simple. I like your shyness, makes you adorable and I hope you never lose it. You're very considerate of others, for example Marcel and Ryan, both are idiots but you are always for them. You forgive easily, I think it's bad but at the same time shows that you have a big heart. You are reserved like me and I love that. You're smart, but intelligence is not measured in who has the best grade. You care about people but not because you can get something, you do with your heart, without expecting anything. Although sometimes you are weak you respect yourself and believe me lately a lot of girls have forgotten what it is that. And what I appreciate the most is that even though people criticize you, you've always been you, you were always Lucy. You've never tried to impress me or pretend you're someone else. You are really a genuine person, you have no idea how much I appreciate that. I think you're very innocent, not because you're a virgin but for everything I've mentioned, I think you never see the bad in people even if it is right in front of you, maybe that's why you always get hurt. "Harry sighed. "But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that ... that ..."

He doesn't continue the sentence, he looks lost, like unsure what to say. I see him weak, maybe he didn't want to say all this but eventually the words came easily, fluently.

At this point in the conversation I want to cry. I feel exposed, transparent, I feel like an open book. It like Harry had seen through me. Nobody, but nobody in my life has told me so many positive things about me, not even my mom.

What excites me is that it is true what he says, Harry could see it and respects and likes my way of being. I can't believe it's only been two months and he already knows all that about me.

Human beings appreciate when people say something positive or nice about us, but what really excites us is when someone says something that is deep or buried inside you because that means they really care about you. And that's what we want to be important, to be needed by someone.

"I think I did not answer your question but at least I said all the little things that make you who you are, and believe me, I like it, I like you Lucinda." He half smiles and my heart skips a beat.

It was beautiful, everything he said...

I'm so shocked, confused yet touched by his words I don't think properly. I cut the distance between us and I kissed him. His lips are so warm, soft, and plump and fit perfectly on mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and he draws me closer to his body until nothing can separate us.

Kissing him is overwhelming; when it comes to Harry everything is overwhelming. I feel fireworks, I feel elephants dancing in my stomach and chills all over my body.

I like Harry, a lot and I don't regret anything that has happened between us. Behind this reserved guy with many tattoos, cold and distant hides a great person. Despite his flaws, the mistakes he has made, he's a person who although he doesn't want to he cares about others. Someone who appreciates me, on his own way, and respects me, and most important he likes me. Harry Styles likes Lucinda Fray. The same way she likes him. 

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READ, IMPORTANT: (Sorry if it is long)

Maybe the chapter wasn't very good, I'm sorry, I did the best I could. Sorry for the delay but I had trouble writing the end. I'll try to update as soon as possible.

And ONE MORE THING, VERY IMPORTANT.

I'm sorry if everything is so slow, but they need to have memories and things that make them remember each other, things that brought them together, so they can suffer and realize that they need each other, blah blah blah. I hope you guys understand it, I'm trying to make it as real as possible because I cannot stand when characters fall in love in like two days.

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