"I think I like her." The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. My friends would kill me for not telling them before Margaret. I mean, she knew all my secrets but before her, I would always tell the boys.
"Don't even think about it." She replied.
"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" I asked crossing my hands over my chest.
"She's not your type, Harry." She said.
"What do you mean 'not my type'?" I asked.
"I mean, you like those tall, skinny, arrogant, cheerleader type of girls. She's very different from them." She said.
"Who said I like those cheerleaders? Because I never did. Are you saying that you believe the rumours now?" I asked in disappointment.
"Because you always hang out with them." She tried to defend her point.
"Just because I hang out with them doesn't mean I like them and they are 'my type'." I made my point.
She collected her books from the locker and slammed it shut. She gave me a strange look before walking away.
"Looks like someone got out of the wrong side of the bed today." I called out after her.
Realising I was getting late for my least favourite class, I ran out of the corridor and towards my class where I was greeted with taunts by my BELOVED teacher Mr. Simpson.
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The Boy in Love With a Witch
FanfictionLife was pretty normal for Harry Styles, the most popular boy in school. He was excellent at sports and getting attention from all the girls around him. She was just a normal girl ( or was she?) . She was an intellectual student with a very kind he...
