You and Harry were dating, an unexpected couple since Harry was a popular guy and you were more of a quiet introvert.

You and Harry were walking to class together. You two both received weird and jealous glares as people saw you holding hands.

“They’re staring..” you mutter to Harry, slightly uncomfortable at their staring.

Harry glances over to you.

“So? who cares what they think.” Harry says, keeping eye contact.

“Your mine Ying, I want people to know that.”