You’d liked him; you always had. He was such a social guy, never failing to make everyone smile and laugh. But you stood no chance. So many other people had a thing for him; who wouldn’t? He was Harry. A load of popular girls liked him too and definitely had a better chance, and so you gave up believing you couldn’t never be of his standard.

And yet, here you stood against a wall with him so close and looking down at you, telling you he wants you, and you alone.