Ever since Harley was a kid, he had always been fixated on something. And when he was, oh boy was he downright obsessed with it. He'd observe others, learn, process, and be able to execute it perfectly every single time. Sometimes, mastering skills twice as fast as professionals would. Everyone considered this boy a genius if there ever was one.

That was exactly how Harley became the school's main pianist, drummer, captain of the soccer team, and vice captain of the basketball team all at once. Titles he never really gave a damn about if he was to be honest.

But something else, or rather someone else, would be his next target. And that one person was none other than you.

At first, Harley had expected it to pass. After all, things that usually occupied him were sports, musics, or any hobby one might find interesting. Not a person. But there was something special about you. One day, he found his eyes following wherever you went. You looked so beautiful, especially when you sat at the back of the class where the morning sunlight would reflect on your eyes and make them a lighter colour. How you twirled your hair between your fingers mindlessly.

In fact, Harley was so incredibly confused by this newfound feeling that made his heart race that he asked his dad about it. To which he rolled his eyes and just said "congrats kid you got your first crush. And thank the lord it ain't another hobby. I thought you'd pick up another sport this time around."

"Please, be my girlfriend."

Harley shouted in the middle of the halls as you were peacefully minding your own business and walking to class. He could hear the squeak sound from your shoes as you stopped abruptly in the hallways to look at him, coupled with some bystanders who were intrigued by what was going on right now. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing. And as oblivious as Harley was at love and all the couple stuff, he knew one thing for sure. And that is the fact that he had never wanted anything more in his life than the person standing in front of him.