"Hey! you must be new here. I'm Paige," someone said from behind me, tapping my shoulder.
I whipped around. A tall brunette stood before me with a stack of books in her hands.
"Nice to meet you, Paige. I'm Andream" I said, giving her a sweet smile.
I had to get people to like me. It was my first day at this new high school and I had to make a good first impression.

"Andrea. Are you American?" she asked.
"Yeah. I just moved here last week," I replied.
"Ooo! Foreigner! I could tell by your accent! Hey, by the way... I think I saw you at the park yesterday... with Robert? You know him?" she asked.
"Oh yea. Um... he's actually my cousin," I said, blushing, " I'm living with him for the meantime."
"I thought so! Come on, then. I'll show you around," she said, yanking my arm and pulling me along with her down the crowded hallway.

"There's AP English. That's Biology. Ugh! Mrs. Hughes, the bio teacher, stinks! Anyways... That's the gym. It's huge! Just got remodeled this summer. See those huge doors down there? That's the event center. The special assemblies are held there. Oh and there are restrooms at the end of every hallway, so no need to worry there. That's pretty much it, really. You will be able to find your way to your classrooms. It's quite easy moving around here," she said, concluding her tour.
"Seems simple enough. What period is it right now?" I asked her.
"It's lunch. There's the cafeteria. Let's go!" she said, pulling me in through two glass doors.
A huge room with tables everywhere stood before us.
"So each table has some sort of unspoken reservation for each group of people," she said.
"What?" I asked, confused. At my old school, people sat at any open spot in the cafeteria.
"Well, let me show you. That one's the nerd table. They spend all their lunch time doing AP Calculus of discussing next month's chemistry homework. Then there is the student government table. That's Mark Stevens, the president. They discuss school politics and all that junk. There's the cheerleaders' table. They talk about cheerleading routines and stuff. And that over there is the athlete's table. All the hot football players sit there," she said dreamily, drooling over a muscular, buff guy sitting there.
"Who's that?" I asked, eyeing her little hottie.
"He's no one but the hero of the football team! Derek Tyre, team captain," she said, wonderstruck.
"Looks like someone's got a crushy wushy!" I said with a sly smile.
She cleared her throat, blushing, "Stop it!" she said. I smirked at her.

I looked around, trying to spot the normal table for people like me. The people who don't specialize in any certain task. Geeks... jocks... artists... populars... artists... musicians... where are the normals?
I turned to Paige.

"Where do you sit?" I asked.
"Right here," she said, pointing to a table in front of us, "I'm just waiting for my friends. They'll be here soon. You're welcome to join us! We're the sort of people who aren't cornered into any one thing. You know? The general high school kids? Normal people." she said, smiling.
"That's seems just right for me," I said, smiling.
I looked around the cafeteria, just to familiarize with the place. It seemed so comical here. Back at my old school, we would just sit wherever we wanted. No one had labels like this. I thought this only happened in stories.

Then, I spotted a curly-haired brunette across the room laughing hysterically. He was sitting with a small group of people, two cute boys and two cute girls, probably their girlfriends. He seemed like the only lonely one at the table. His cheeks were imprinted with dimples as distinct as it could get. I smiled, looking at his perfect features.

He turned to look at me with Paige. No wonder he was looking at me. Everyone in the whole school was. I am the new girl, afterall. He kept his eyes on me, making me stare right into those green snake-like eyes. I nearly melted on the spot. He smiled. I froze. His dimples brought a shiver down my spine. He kept me hanging onto every second.

"Paige? Who's he?" I asked, gesturing to the amazingly cute, dimpled boy.
"Oh! That's Harry Styles. He's a huge flirt. Those curls... And those dimples of his...that's how he gets so many girls swarming like bees around him all the time." she whispered.
My lips slightly curved at the corners. He seemed like someone you could have some fun with. He was still staring at me. My eyes were still locked with his. It was as if we were having some sort of a mental conversation... which I had no idea existed.

Unexpectedly, he got up from his table, muttered something to his friends, and started walking in our direction.
"He's coming! Act normal..." she instructed me, straightening out her shirt.

"Hey! I'm Harry," he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
I took his hand, but the second I touched his skin, it tingled with pleasure. "I'm Andrea," I said.
"Andrea, you must be new here. I don't think I've seen you around," he said.
"Yeah, I just moved here from the US. Last week. Today's my first day here," I told him.
Harry nodded, "I've always wanted to go to the States. Seems like a cool place," he said. "So, how's your first day going?"
"It was going great! Paige, here, was showing me around the school," then it hit me. If I was to have a chance with this boy, I had to show him I was worth it. "But I think my first day just got a lot better" I said, checking him out, head to toe.
He smirked, "You sure know how to flirt," he said.
Oh god! Those dimples were killing me!
"Paige, if you don't mind, I can take Andrea from here. I'll finish up her tour for you," he said, turning to Paige.
"No problem," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Great! Andrea, are you hungry? Let's head over to our table. I'll introduce you to my friends," he said, pointing to the table across the room.
"Sure," I said. "Oh, and thank you so much, Paige! I'll see you around," I said.
"Anytime. Have fun!" she said.

Harry led me through the cafeteria crowd, weaving through the numerous people all staring at the two of us.
"Hey, by the way... I don't know if Paige already told you, but there is a Valentine's Day Dance coming up. This Friday... And I don't exactly have a date..." he said, hesitating.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"So?" I asked, urging him to continue, hoping it would lead to what I had in mind.
"Well, my mates over there each have girlfriends... they've got their dates covered.." he continued.
"And?" I pushed.
"And it's a Valentines' Day dance, so it would be awkward to show up alone..." he said.
He was trying his best to slow down the conversation. I didn't like it. I wanted him to get straight to the point.
"Are you going to ask me out or not?" I snapped.

He frowned at me. "Alright... but it seems as if I don't need to. You're already a step ahead of me," he said.
"More like three steps," I said.
"Well? Will you go?" he asked.
"What? As friends?"
"Do you want to go as friends?"
"It's a Valentines' Day Dance, remember? So wouldn't it be awkward to go without a date? Saying it's the day of LOVE and all," I said, mimicking him.
"So what are you saying?" he asked.
Wow. Did I have to do everything with this boy?
"I'm saying that it is our first date!" I concluded.

He stopped in his track and turned to face me. He looked me up and down. Three times. I stared at him, trying to see where this was going. I had no idea.
"Andrea... you are having a very lucky first day of school," he said.

I didn't have enough time to digest what he had said before I realized he was an inch away from my face. His lips crashed into mine, right in front of the whole school. My stomach did a somersault.

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"And that is the story of how I met your father, or my gorgeous husband," I said, recalling every bit of the story.
"Mommy! Daddy is behind that wall!" Darcy said, pointing to Harry, hiding from us.
"Harry Styles! Get out of there!" I said.
He slowly got out, smiling at the two of us, cheekily.
"I sorta, kinda, maybe heard the whole story," he said.
"Hazza!" I said, pouting.
"Hey! It's not like it's anything new! I already knew it all!" he defended himself.
"Daddy! Mommy was telling me your story!" Darcy told him, clearly not understanding any of our conversation.
"I know, baby," Harry said, smiling at her.
Darcy nodded, satisfied at herself.
"So Andrea, you think I'm gorgeous?" Harry asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I did a minute ago... but..." I said, deciding to play with him a bit.
"But? Don't tell me you're rethinking it!" he groaned.
"I am sorta rethinking it..." I said, hesitating just a bit longer.
"Well?" he asked, "What do you think, then?"
I smiled, "I think you are ten times better than gorgeous," I said.
"Oh really?" he says, widening his eyes.
"I love you Haz," I said.
"I love you more, Aya," he said.
"Well, then. You want to play that game? I love you most!" I said, thinking I'd won.
"It's not over yet... I'll always love you a hundred time more than you'll ever love me!" he said, smirking.
"Hey! That's not fair!" I whined.

"What about me?" Darcy interjected, innocently.
"Oh sweetie. We'll always love you more than the world!" Harry told her, picking her up into a tight hug.
"A hundred times more than the world!" I added, getting up and joining the hug.

"FAMILY HUG!" Darcy squeaked from in between her parents.

How much more perfect can a family get?

Notes

Hey Andrea! This is yours! Sorry again for making it so late... we're having some trouble with this. But I finally got it done! :)

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