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May POV

As you can expect the next day of school I was dreading.

Adam's locker is right next to mine.

We both unpack our book bags in awkward silence. I pull out my phone and see a text from Harry.

Harry: are you guys talking?

Me: ofc not

Harry: :(

Harry: I'm sorry

Me: thanks :/

I lock my phone and put it in my pocket. I look up and see Adam glance toward me. I look away and grab my binder.

"Hey." A voice says. It's Ronnie and she's on Adam's side. They begin to chat, and I feel like dying.

I close my locker and walk away. I sit in my homeroom, bored. The bell doesn't ring for another 20 minutes. I tap my nails on the desk and pull out my phone.

I begin to play piano tiles since that's the only thing I can do. I have no friends, literally.

I wanna do online school. I just want to be left alone and not have to worry about anyone talking about me.

I get up from my desk and head to the office to grab a paper on that.

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I open my locker and put the paper about online in there. "Online school?" Adam asks me. I glare toward him.

"Yeah." I close my locker and walk back to homeroom. I sit down and resume playing on my phone.

***

I get home to chatter being made in the living room. I see Sadie on the couch with Harry and her two friends that I don't know the names of.

The have their textbooks and binders scattered everywhere.

I head to the kitchen to grab a water. I head upstairs after that.

Harry: you ok?

Me: ig , why?

Harry: just making sure all is well

Me: nothing is ever well with me

Harry: :(

I lock my phone and walk to my dresser to change out of jeans. I open the top drawer and have nothing but boy shorts. I huff and change into those and put my current clothes in my overflowing laundry basket.

Fuck, that's what I forgot to do. I sigh and grab my basket and head to the laundry room. Sadie's clothes are still in the washer. All I see are thongs I become grossed out.

With the plastic bags hanging above, I use them as gloves and take her stuff and put it into the dryer.

Once I'm done I head back to my room where I see Harry standing. "Hello." I close my door.

"What are you doing up here?" I ask.

"I know you're still sad about the whole Adam thing, so I wanted to be with you."

"There is nothing to be sad about." I say. His eyes meet mine and his eyebrows furrow. "He had every right not to want to be my friend anymore."

"What?"

"I am a prude and a retired old lady who hates everything everyone else does. I'm surprised you even still want to be around me." I say.

"Because I like you. Because I accept who you are and find you absolutely amazing. I don't care that you don't want to talk about sex." I stare at him.

"So, you're aware that I don't even want you to even touch me? Sexually that is. And, I don't want to touch you because I know nothing about pleasing guys. You're okay with that?"

"For like how long?" Harry asks timidly.

"I don't know."

"Why are you uncomfortable with the thought of that?" He asks curiously.

"Because I'm me." He walks closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist. He looks over my shoulder and smirks.

"Your butt looks cute in those boy shorts." I glance down and huff, forgetting I was wearing those.

"I have no butt for it to be cute." I argue. I slide up sweatpants that I found laying in the back of my closet. I sit down on my bed and Harry sits across from me.

"I beg to differ." His lips press against mine.

My teeth start biting my lower lip and my nail on my pointer finger dig into my thumb. Harry takes my hand and strokes the side of my thumb. "Stop doing that." Harry says. My eyes scowl.

"I can't help it." I defend. I lay down and he cuddles himself into my back. I smile gently.

His fingers stroke my skin and he kisses my neck. "Can I ask you something?" I ask.

"Of course." Harry says.

"Why are you even bothering with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You can find someone who wants to do the stuff you do and is your type. So why are you even bothering with me?" His grip on me tightens.

"Because you're all I want. You make me happy May, and I don't care if you don't like to go to parties or anything." I bite my lip. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I wouldn't bother with me." He doesn't say anything. Harry just kisses my cheek.

"May?"

"Hm?" I answer.

"The thing with you and Adam will pass." He strokes my hair.

"It was only a matter of time until he had enough of me. I knew he was always worried about me, no matter what he was always anxious about me getting bullied. I told him not too, because I was fine, and also I don't want him to constantly feel like he needs to be with me. It holds him back. Same thing with you, you don't have to look after me or keep asking how I'm doing. I'm fine being alone. I don't want you to stop hanging out with your friends because of me."

"What if I don't mind being with you when you're sad or don't feel good?" I keep quiet.

His fingers intertwine with mine. "You're not a hassle to be with."

"Yes I am."

"No, you're not." I turn over and face him. His green eyes are clear almost. He presses his lips against mine and plays with the ends of my hair.

I look at him, and he looks back. "I don't want you to feel like you always have to be with me, or make sure I'm okay."

"I don't feel like that." I nod gently and lick my lips.

"If you do, can you tell me?" I ask.

"May, nothing in this world would make me feel like being with you is a hassle, okay? Adam is just being a dick because of something that he isn't telling you."

"He's not being a dick. He's right. Aren't you annoyed that you can't talk about sex with me at all? Or that I don't even want to think about messing around with you?"

"I want you to feel comfortable with me to the point where you can wear boy shorts and feel fine. And that's going to take time. I don't expect you, four months into dating, for you to let us be intimate. And I like taking things slow with you. I honestly don't mind. And, for the whole talk and you feeling uncomfortable, it's whatever. I think it's cute actually that your face heats and you bite your lip."

"I find it annoying, how don't you?"

"Because," He moves closer toward me. "I know you don't do it on purpose and for attention. You're just being you." I look away from his stare. His left hand rests on my lower back. He presses his lips against mine.

"We've been seeing each other for four months?" I ask my eyebrows furrow.

"Since July, and if you don't count when we weren't together."

"Wow, fun." He chuckles and strokes my hair.

"You look tired."

"I'm always tired." He cracks a smile and lets me rest my head on his chest. It's silent between us and the sound of the washer fills our ears.

"Last minute washing clothes?"

"Of course." He snickers lowly and kisses the top of my head. "If you want to go downstairs and hangout with your friends, you can." I say while looking up at him.

"I'd much rather be here with you, in all honestly." I keep quiet and adjust myself on his chest. Our legs intertwine and I feel my eyes become heavy. Soon I fall asleep.

A://N

I'm off Friday, to Monday, so there will be more updates hopefully

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~Lauren