You and Harry have been enemies since you were children. You can't stand each other, not even in the slightest. Although you have always felt some type of attraction for each other, although neither of you want to admit it.

It's the homecoming at your high school, you're about to go to university, you'll finally be able to get rid of each other and that slight attraction you feel.

Your partner has tried to overdo you on the dance floor and you are very distraught, running down the halls to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to compose yourself, fix your makeup, nothing helps, when suddenly, the bathroom door opens.

“Who did this to you?” he said, his fist clenched.