"Um, it's our english class together, are you coming?" Harrison's deep voice brings me out of my trance, as I purse my lips, slightly nodding.

"How'd you know I was in the same class with you?" I say, as I begin to walk with him next to me. Why is Harrison Sawyer even walking with me?

"Because you're not invisible, Maire," he slightly chuckles, making me bite my lip as I keep on walking.

"I thought I was invisible to everyone here," I mutter, but he unfortunately catches my sentence and sighs deeply.

"Not to me," his words come out of his mouth, causing me to look up at him. A small smile reaching his lips as soon as our eyes meet.

Don't. You. Dare. Blush. Maire. Stephen.

I quickly look away from him, on the ground as I bite my lips, clutching on to my jumper tightly. We soon enter our english class and I expect him to leave me and join his friends on the front seat, but he simply waves at them and follows me to one of the back seats, making me look up at him in confusion, as I knitt my eyerbrows together.

"I'm sitting with you if you don't have a problem," he softly speaks, reading my expressions as I quickly shake my head and grant him the space to take a seat beside me, and I flop down on my seat, still confused as if why Harrison is being friendly with me.

It's not like Harrison is a bad guy or anything, but he is the famous guy and all that stuff. So I'm still confused with his behaviour towards me, not that I'm not liking it, but it's something new to me.

From the corner of my eyes, I look at him and catch him already staring at me, not in the creepy way though. He quickly clears his throat once he notices that I caught him staring at me.

"Um, are you coming to the game tonight?" He almost whispers and I turn my head to look at him.

"Uh, not exactly," I answer him, slightly shaking my head as I notice a frown appearing on his face.

"Why?"

"I don't know..I just.." I try to think of a reason to come up with, but I can hardly think of anything.

The real reason of I, not attending the football game of our school is that.....wait, I seriously have no reason to not go.

"I'd love to see you there--I mean, you won't get bored and it would be fun.." he trails off with hoping eyes as he scratches the back of his neck, pouting his lips.

His emerald eyes stare at me with a hope of a positive answer as I again try to think of any reason to come up with to politely refuse him.

The problem is, I don't even know why I don't want to go. Maybe it's because I'm not into sports, or maybe it is because I would have no company and will just sit there alone while the others enjoy with their friends, or maybe it is because of both the reasons.

"Maire?" Harrison's deep voice again snaps me out of my trance as I look up at him, and he gives me a slight smile, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Will you come?"

I run my tongue over my lower lip and let out a sigh before finally nodding and Harrison's smile widens as he mutters a 'thank you' to me.

It was difficult to say no to him when he was asking me in that way. Watching that game for few hours won't be that bad I guess, at least not bad than hearing aunt Georgia yell at me to do her work at home.

Our English class ends after a while, with Harrison trying to be in a conversation with me during the class and I didn't even mind his company. He looks like a nice guy, but I'm still surprised because of his behaviour.

We walk out of the class together as he smiles at me, and tells me that he'll see me shortly, before he leaves for his next class and I head towards my locker, opening it and again finding a note in it; the same notes I have been receiving since the past two days.

I unfold the neatly folded piece of paper, resting my back against the locker next to mine as my eyes come across the words written in a cursive writing on the paper.

To Maire,

I much enjoy this view,
The beautiful sight of you,
Away, but so close,
So close, yet so far.
As much as I enjoy,
The splendid sun that is you,
I see sadness, pain even,
Clouding your features, dampening your smile.
I wish you would tell me how to erase your sadness and show the real you.

-Your secret admirer.

I bite my lip with a force and I'm sure it might have turned pale because of that. These simple yet beautiful words by the anonymous person touch my heart as I re-read the poem again and again, like everytime.

Who is this person that sees what others can't? What does this person want from me? And why did he/she choose me? Am I even worth their beautiful words or their time?

Different questions cloud up my mind when the school bell rings and take me out of my trance, as I move towards the cafeteria of our school, and find an empty bench at the end of the room. I quickly make my way towards it, dropping my bag beside me before taking out my sketch book and my pencil.

I haven't bought anything from home to eat, and I don't even have money to buy anything since my savings got spent on the science project, this month, while the rest I'm saving for other stationary to buy. And Aunt Georgia won't give me any money. The money I had was from babysitting, but I can't do it anymore since Aunt Georgia wouldn't let me because she wants me at home to do the chores everytime.

I feel the urge inside of me to draw something, as I heavily sigh and open my sketch book, coming across the sketch of Zayn's tattoo but quickly turning the page, when I notice that there is another drawing of the same tattoo of Zayn on the other page too. Narrowing my eyebrows at that, I turn the page in a fast speed, when my eyes widen at the sight of another drawing on the other page; the same tattoo on Zayn's hand.

"What on earth have I been doing?" I slowly mutter under my breathe, as I had now turned almost seven pages filled with the same drawing over and over again of Zayn's tattoo.

I quickly shut my sketch book with a sickening thought in my head. I think I've been going crazy; continuously drawing the same drawing on each and every page without even having a clue about it. It feels like my subconscious just gives the access to my hand to draw what is stored inside of it.

Placing my hand on my head, I slightly lift it up and look across my surrounding, my eyes stopping on a familiar figure sitting on the bench across me, his hazel eyes already staring back at me as I move my gaze away from him towards the curly head guy who now stands beside me, with a smile on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" Harrison asks and I look up at him hesitantely, my eyes flicking between him and Zayn, who is sitting right in front of me on the table with his hand across Amber's shoulder, surrounded by Tyler, Matt and Chloe.

"Not to creep you out or anything, but my friends were busy practicing and I was quite hungry, but then I saw you sitting here alone so thought of joining you. Do you mind if I..." Harrison's voice trails off and I look back at him, nodding my head with a slight smile and he returns the gesture.

"Aren't you eating anything?" He asks me when he takes a seat across me, giving me access to glance at Zayn from time to time across his shoulder; who's eyes are fixed on me with a frown on his face.

"Um, no, I'm not hungry." I answer Harrison, but he shakes his head and gets up from the table, standing in front of me.

"I'm buying shakes for us, which flavour do you want?" He asks me and I shake my head with a smile.

"No, thanks, I won't have any." I make sure to have a smile on my face and not to sound rude to him, as I politely refuse. But this guy doesn't take no for an answer as he again asks me the same question.

"Are you on a diet or something?"

"Uh, no, I'm not just in a mood for anything." I shrug my shoulders but he sighs and crouches down slightly, placing his elbows on the table, looking right at me.

"Which flavour, Maire?" He softly asks and I almost squirm on the table. This guy has to stop looking at me like this, he is making me agree to him since morning. It's difficult to say no when he looks at you like that.

"You're a manipulator," I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'll have an oreo one," I answer him and he straightens himself with a wide grin on his face before nodding and heading to the counter to buy us shakes. He soon approaches me back with two cups in his hands, as he carefully places them on our table and again takes his seat, sitting in front of me.

I thank him and take a sip of my shake as the both of us engage in a conversation, with I, glancing at Zayn from time to time who has a constant frown on his face, not looking at me or anyone, but staring into space you can say, as he seems lost. Suddenly he pulls Amber close to him, tightening his grip on around her as she turns her head and places a kiss on his cheek, making me raise my eyebrow at them.

Are they dating? I mean, they were doing the horrible deed in the room next to mine, so maybe yeah? Or was it a one time frickle frackle?

Not that I care or anything, but just curious, which I shouldn't be because it's none of my concern. Zayn's eyes land on me, the same frown on his face, as he quietly stares at me from apart, while the others on his table are busy conversing with each other, and laughing at whatever Amber is telling them.

I turn my attention back to Harrison and soon the bell rings, as we both get up from the table and grab our bags to leave the cafeteria.

"So, I'll see you at the game today," he smiles at me. "I hope you come,"

"I will," I smile back and thank him for the shake before saying a bye and heading to my further classes, which include Zayn too, but like decided before, I'm just going to ignore him and stay away and that's what he wants as well.

~*~

-Who do you think the secret admirer is?

Thank you for the beautiful poem written by FriendlyDragon478 . Check out her poems, they are beautifully written and she wrote this one especially for my behalf. :)

And, why Harrison Sawyer is not named as Harry Styles in the book; you'll get to know later.

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Thanks xx.