-Isabelle's POV-

I wake up in my own bed, and I can't stop smiling. I stretch and reach over to check my phone. Harry has already sent me a text: 'good morning, beautiful.'

As I'm getting out of bed, my smile gets wider when I realize I get to see him in a few hours.

My feet hit the cool tiles as I walk into my bathroom. I start to get ready for my day, and I put on my iPod to make the task more enjoyable. My singing starts out softly, but soon im screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs in my horrid voice. I swear people have died just listening to it.

I get ready as fast as I can. My outfit is simple, just my favourite black skirt and a dark purple t-shirt since it's a little colder out today. Well, cold for California. I guess Lakewood can be a little chilly since it's by the ocean.

My mind eventually wanders back to Harry. As happy as I am, I'm... I'm scared. This is all new for me. I've never even had a boyfriend before (my last one does not count, since we dated for exactly 2.5 hours and he kissed me on the cheek before breaking up with me). It's embarassing when I used to have to say I was 16 and haven't had my first kiss. Not that I really bothered what people thought, but when all of my so-called friends had theirs when they were 12, four years is a pretty big gap.

I still can't believe he even likes me. As stupid as that sounds, I just don't feel like I'm similar to any other girl he's ever been with. I'm different, and I'm not sure if it's in a good way.

All of my fears about where this will go start crashing down on me. Harry has hurt me so many times already in only 3 weeks. How much will I get hurt in a relationship!? What if he's only using me for sex... What if he cheats on me? How do people in relationships even do this!? It hasn't even been 24 hours yet and I'm already second guessing everything. I guess it's in my nature.

I'll just be careful. After a minute of debating, I decide to let my heart win this win. I mean, how can I not? Those green eyes...I could stare into them forever.

I push my scared thoughts away as I run down the stairs, tripping on the last one. I let out a little yelp as I stub my toe on the desk beside the stairs. I'm a mess today. A happy mess.

"Good morning, mom!" I say in a singsong voice as I skip into the kitchen.

"Morning, honey," she replies, not looking up from the newspaper she's reading.

I walk over and put a piece of bread in the toaster. My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much.

"Are you okay?" My mothers asks. She has put down her newspaper and now she's studying me. "You seem different. Happier."

"Is that a bad thing?" I reply, still unable to disguise the ever growing smile on my face.

"No... I guess not..." She's interrupted as the toaster beeps.

My toast pops up, and I start to butter my toast a little too enthusiastically. Obviously, my mother notices. Apparently today, my actions differ from my usual, groggy morning self.

"What happened at the party last night?" she asks.

I was waiting for this question. I'm not the kind of girl to hide things from my parents, they know almost everything. Except for the part where I let Harry in my pants while she was in Paris. That is staying secret.

"Harry asked me out," I gush. I don't think I've ever smiled this big before.

Her emotionless face turns into a smile. "Harry Styles?"

"Mhmm," I say, nodding.

"Everyone in this town thinks differently of him, but personally, I love the kid. He's always so polite to me. He has manners, that one."

I blush. I'm so happy my mother isn't one to judge. I scarf down my toast and put my shoes on.

Her next words don't come as a shock to me. "Just be careful, Isabelle." I smile at her reassuringly.

"See you after school, mom!" I yell as I slam the door by accident.

Harry is already waiting out front. He doesn't have the car today, I'm guessing Anne must've taken it somewhere. I'm totally okay with walking.

"Good morning, love," he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. He's so sweet.

"Morning," I say back with a smile.

We start walking down the road, and he entertaines his fingers with mine. It feels so natural to be with him. i love it.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" I say.

"Anything."

"I've... I've never exactly been in a relationship before. What do I do?"

"Just be yourself," his green eyes find mine reassuring me. "You don't have to do anything. It just happens."

Well that didn't help at all, but I'm grateful for his comment. I really do feel like I can be myself around him... Except the weird side of me. That might have to go for good.

We walk in silence - a perfect, comfortable silence - until I can see the school up ahead. Oh my god, wait. "Harry, are you sure about this?"

"About what?"

"This, us, telling everybody so soon... I thought you wanted to wait? I know relationships aren't really your strong suit either."

"I can't wait any longer. I want everybody to know that you're mine," he replies.

I blush even harder. "Okay."

We walk up the front walkway of the school, and already people are staring at our combined hands. Unless someone does a lap of the school naked or something, we might be the biggest event happening today: Harry Styles, the boy who's hooked up with every girl in the school and who hasn't dated in years, and me. New girl. Quiet, shy, uninteresting. I still can't figure out why he's with me.

I hate attention, but standing next to Harry really takes the edge off.

He walks me to my locker and kisses me on the side of the mouth before going to class. "See you at lunch," he says with a wink. Oh right, I forgot. I only have last period with him.

"Bye," I say back.

My first three periods pass by very fast, but I do get more than a few questions about me and Harry in every one. Most girls glare at me, even some I've never talked to before. I guess they're mad that their go-to hookup is taken. Too bad. I can't say I'm sorry for being with Harry.

I walk into the cafeteria, and Eleanor marches over. I haven't seen her all day.

"Isabelle whatever your middle name is White! How come you did not inform me you were in a relationship with the one and only Harry Styles?!" She pouts.

"Eleanor, it just happened last night. And if I remember correctly, you wouldn't have remembered even if I did tell you."

"Fine. But oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" Her tone changes.

"I know," I reply, smiling. "Neither can I."

We walk over to our usual table with Harry and the boys. I sit between Eleankr and Harry.

"So, now that the leading lady is here, tell us, Isabelle. Are you acutlaly dating him?" Louis asks skeptically. "I've heard it all over the school, but I need confirmation," he pretends to hold a microphone near me.

I decide to have a little fun with this. "Well," I gush, placing my hand over my chest. "I mean, we are. I guess. I'm not sure if I really like him, but I like him enough to keep him around for a while. He can stay for the time being."

Harry kicks me under the table, faking hurt. "Come on, love. I know you adore me," he says, winking again.

The bell rings and we walk to last period together. Since our class schedules just changed for third term, now we have Socials together last period.

We walk in and find two seats together near the back, to my disliking. I'd rather sit at the front, but there's no point in arguing with Harry. He'll always win.

The class goes by slowly, time ticking away like a turtle running a mile. Harry seems to be getting bored as well, because he places his hands on my thigh. I quickly inhale, goosebumps rising on my white skin.

At first I think of it as a comforting gesture, but soon his hand starts to slowly move up my thigh. I can feel the wetness pooling there already. "Harry," I whisper softly, "What are you doing?"

He glances over at me. "No one will notice, love," he whispers back.

He continues to move his hand up my thigh, despite my silent protests. Someone will know. Someone will turn around and see. We can't do this here.

I can't make myself stop him. His touch is mesmerizing.

His hand reaches the top of my leg, moving my thong carefully aside. His fingers brush against me, and I do my very best not to moan at the surprise of his cool touch.

His finger starts to tap my clit, moving in gentle circles round and round. I'm already out of breath.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss on my neck as his finger enters me, slowly. I feel every knuckle of his finger around my tightness.

He starts to move his finger in and out, and i can already feel the pressure in my stomach building. I'm close.

i do my best to keep quiet. I'm not very good at it, my sighs coming out louder than I planned. I can't take it anymore, and I release over his hand, moaning but covering it up with a cough.

"Are you alright, Miss White?" The teacher asks. I nod.

Once all of the stares return back to the teacher, Harry removes his hand from my pants. I give him the death glare and he smirks in return.

We leave class and walk home. He kisses me on the cheek and I walk inside, my smile bigger than before. I can't believe that just happened.

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