All (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

"What do we do?" Harry asks, creases forming in between his eyebrows. I'm in Ancient History class with Harry, and it's still period one. Lachlan and the twins are in none of my subjects that I share with Harry.

His sitting next to me slouched in his chair. It's half way through period one, and our teacher has wrote some questions on the board about the Roman Gods. I love Ancient History, it's very interesting about how life was like back then. I look away from my laptop into Harry's direction.

"Answer those questions up on the board" I respond, pointing towards the white board at the front of the classroom.

"Can I use your laptop?" He smiles.

"Yeah but see, this would've been a great time to bring your laptop to class" I smirk.

"I actually didn't bring it with me today, it's back at the house" Harry smirks back to me.

"Why didn't you bring it?" I say, smiling still. He just shrugs his shoulders in reply.

"Too fucking heavy" He chuckles. I roll my eyes and pull my laptop forward into the middle of the table were sharing and push my chair over to Harry more closely. I blush once I'm closer to him and he then grabs my inner left thigh, gently rubbing circles into it. I don't care if we are in the middle of class, I want to be closer to Harry.

"You just met Harry, relax" My annoying inner self speaks. I ignore it and place my left hand over Harry's on my thigh. He glances up and turns his head to me, smirking. What's it with him smirking all the time? Although, it makes him look sexier to be honest.

"Harry, why'd you move here to my school?" I blink. He pauses for a moment and then replies.

"Well honestly, I wasn't exactly doing so well at my old school. My mum, she thought that it was because of the guys, you know? She thought they were distracting me a lot" He answers, squeezing my thigh.

"Oh okay. We're they really?" I lift an eyebrow, questioning. He pauses again for a short time.

"No I don't think so.." He trails.

"Well then, what was truly?" I smile, kindly.

"Ugh, life I guess and not wanting to be in school any longer." He chuckles unsurely, looking away. Harry looks slightly uncomfortable now, so I drop the subject. I don't want him to answer anything I ask if his nervous for some unknown reason. However, I want to know what his thinking about.

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~Harry's POV~

No one has ever seemed so interested in what I've ever had to say, well instead of mum. Although, we don't normally both have an one on one conversation about something important that often together. She's always at the hospital and I'm always out with the guys or just out somewhere.

Or in bed sleeping.

"You two, get to work" The teacher commands, looking at us from her chair in the front of the classroom. I roll my eyes, taking my hand off of Ariana's thigh and placing it around the nape of her neck. She looks up at my arms thats around the back of her soft neck. She brings her hand up touching my hands over it. She gives me a confused gesture.

"What are you doing?" She whispers, taking my hand away from around the nape of her neck.

"I'm touching you" I whisper back. Rises of pink washes over her cheeks. She gives me a playful irritated gaze.

"We need to start our work" Ariana laughs.

"What's the time?" I whine and smile. She rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone from her bag, that's laying on the floor beside our table. She presses the home button and the screen lights up.