A few weeks had gone by since the whole photo incident had gone down. To Stephanies surprise, she had managed to find the strength to go to school the following day and act as if nothing had happened the previous time she was there.

She knew that she wouldn't have managed to do it without Harrys help though. No matter how much she would have enjoyed feeling as if all that courage was her own, she knew that she would have never managed to show her face in school for a while if it wasn't for Harry comforting her every second since it had happened.

But despite the entire schools' interest in her semi-nude photos on the wall the day it happened, nobody seemed to have remembered that it had happened, nor had they poked fun at her for it.

Grateful for the lack of memory at the incident, she couldn't wait to focus completely on her work now. Although, today she couldn't seem to focus on her work. She never could on Friday's. Always excited for the school day to end so she could go back to the comfort of her room and relax.

Unlike most Fridays, this one seemed to be dragging on a bit longer than she would have liked. It was inky lunch break, leaning she still had form as well as the last hour-long lesson straight after. Art.

Steph had always liked art. Not for any particular reason, or that she was any good at it - because she wasn't - she just loved creating a complete mess on a perfectly good sheet of paper. It was soothing to her, and what better way to end a miserable day of school than to get lost in whatever the hell you wanted to create.

She spent her lunchtime sitting at a small cafeteria table with Alex, both of them not saying much as Alex was too busy eating his food, and Steph too busy thinking about what it was that she'd spend her hour on in her art lesson.

As much as she wished she was creative, she wasn't. She had always been the type of person to struggle for an extensive amount of time thinking about what it was she'd like to do.

Majority of the time she'd just turn up to the lesson and sit there staring at the plain pages in front of her with a pencil in her hand trying to come up with something that she hasn't drawn before.

Creativity doesn't coke freely to her, however, if you put an idea in front of her, she would have no problem with bringing that to life.

This art lesson was no different from others. Her free time had passed and she was now sitting in front of the blank page in her book wondering what the hell she was going to do with it. She had always hated this. In fact, she had been trying to think of something to do for such a large amount of time that her mind had completely trailed off into its own little world, and she wondered what sauce she'd put on the pasta she would make the. She got home.

Time ticked slowly by, allowing the troubled girl to come up with a rather vague idea on what to draw, as well as giving her a decent amount of time to start her drawing before the bell that ends the school day rang.

As soon as the ringing began to fill the classroom, Steph quickly jumped to her feet; throwing her art book shut and her pencil in her bag, before running over to the centre table and placing her book on the pile of books that had begun to grow.

It wasn't long until she was walking out if the school gates with her bag hung over her shoulder, her small arms wrapping around each other in attempts to keep the girl warm in the rather cold conditions that she was walking in.

She had told herself that morning before she left for school that she wouldn't need a jacket, that the cold she had felt earlier that morning was just due to the time and it would warm up throughout the day. But to her misfortune, she was wrong.

Her little legs carried her as fast as they could, slightly shaking as the cold breeze brushed against her body. It's not that she hated the cold, she just didn't enjoy it. How could she when all she could focus on was the arms standing up on her arms and the bumps that raised from her skin. She wanted nothing more than to be in her warm home and change out of her disgusting clothes.

She hated her school uniform. She always had. Not because it was unflattering, she never really cared about her appearance in school as nobody actually cared about each other. She just hated having to sit in the dull uniform all-day long. Even when the weather is unbelievably hot out, the students aren't allowed to take their blazers off unless they ask a teacher and the teacher allows them to do so.

The number of times she had been sweating in class with a strict teacher and wanted to take her blazer off but wasn't allowed. She hated it.

Not only that, but she found that she had to wear skirts all year long. Not because she wanted to, or the teachers wouldn't allow girls to wear trousers, but the simple fact that the trousers had to fit a certain way to be deemed acceptable, and unfortunately, Steph has always found that trousers we're always far too tight on her thighs in order to fit her waist, and far too loose on her waist in order for them to be seen as acceptable on her thighs.

It wasn't ideal for Steph to have to what skirts 24/7. She hated it. Despite her choice to always wear a pair of tights under the skirt, those tights were never enough to keep her legs warm when it got cold out- especially when it came to wintertime! Not to mention the weird pervy guys in the class that would constantly touch a girls legs because they felt as if they were allowed as the girl is in a skirt.

She also hated how the male students could get away with wearing trousers far too tight for them when girls had to wear trousers that were loose on the legs (although she was quite happy that they didn't need to go around wearing boot-cut trousers).

~Here's a basic image of how to imagine
The uniform :)
(it's also a photo from Google)~

Despite hating having to wear uniform all-day for them a week, she couldn't help but be glad that she had a uniform, as it allowed everyone to be dressed the same, therefore stopping unnecessary bullying on what people enjoy to wear.

It wasn't long until she had made it home, as thankfully, she didn't live too far from the school, but far enough that the entire school didn't know where she lived. Once the front door was shut, she immediately ran upstairs and into her room, dropping her bag beside her door and rushing to get changed into comfortable clothes to lounge in after her shower.

Never being one to take a long shower, she was out and in her bed rather quickly. She had decided that although it was still extremely early, she had nothing left to do with the rest of her day so just planned on setting her laptop up and binge-watch as many seasons of criminal minds as possible.

Hours of watching episodes that she had already seen a countless amount of times before passed, causing Stephanie to drift off to sleep.

Stephanie woke up to the constant sound of banging. At first, she tried to ignore the noise and fall back to sleep, not wanting to know how early it was. But it didn't take her long to realise that the banging was, in fact, someone knocking on the door.

She pulled her tired body out of her comfortable bed and slowly made her way downstairs before opening the door to reveal a rather happy looking Harry on the other side.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She questioned. They text each other rather frequently but didn't really meet up much, so the fact that he was stood outside her house in the morning confused her more than he could know.

He smiled down at her, letting himself in quickly. "I thought we would do something today. Nothing exciting, but something."

She was still rather confused at his presence in her home. "I didn't know we made plans today?"

"We didn't."

"Oh." she murmurs "Harry, I could have been busy for all you knew."

"But you're not"

"I guess I'll go get ready." She smiled softly, both of them going up to her room.

Harry had made himself comfortable on her bed while she got the things she'd need from her room and quickly made her way into the bathroom in order to get ready.

"Okay, let's go." She called to the tall boy on her bed from her bedroom doorframe before making her way downstairs, Harry following behind her.

They found themselves eating the last few slices of pizza, on a hill in the middle of a field she had never seen before, hidden away by the trees that surrounded the area.

Both of them cracking jokes and talking about things that didn't really matter or make a difference to the world. Both of them completely content on their surrounding.

Steph was sure that they would easily hide away here forever and never been found. She was surprised that Harry had even known this place existed.

"I have a question." Harry quickly says, causing Steph to take her eyes off of the grass and onto his perfect little face.

"That can't be good." She jokes, earning a sarcastic laugh from the boy sitting beside her.

He brushes his neck slightly, unsure on how to actually ask the question. "Uhm, it's just, I've just been wondering why it is that you've always watched me."

She chokes on the last piece of pizza that she had just put in her mouth. "What?" She questions, panicking a little.

"In the halls, you look at me sometimes. Other times you don't even notice that I'm there. But I've noticed you looking." He smirks to himself knowingly. "Sometimes even in class."

"Oh." Is all she manages to choke out, looking back at the grass in front of her to hide her embarrassment. She was sure he wouldn't have ever noticed her. She thought that he would never know that she watches him sometimes. But here she is unsure of what to say to get herself out of it.

"I don't really know." She says, somewhat true. "You're that nice to look at, I guess?" She takes a moment to think, wondering just how he knew. "How'd you know?"

"Sometimes I watch you too." He smiles.