I sat down on the table and crossed my legs, my arms folded in my lap. I watched with bright eyes as everyone in the room chit chatted while eating the cake Harry had gotten me. I had my own plate in my hand that had a big slice of cake, but I didn't want to eat it. I haven't eaten today, or yesterday for that matter, and I knew that if I ate something sweet it would make me sick.

Sighing, I grabbed my fork and cut off a small slice of my cake because it looked too damn good to go to waste. Closing my eyes, I lifted the fork to my mouth and slowly pulled the cake off with my lips. My taste buds exploded as I ate the chocolate heaven. The frosting was whipped and the cake was chocolate, but it tasted better than everything I have ever tasted.

I moaned involuntarily, my eyes quickly snapping open when I realized the noise I had just made. I looked around the room, my heart stopping for a split second when I seen Harry making his way towards me, his green eyes dark and his mouth in a tight line. I swallowed my mouth full of cake and grabbed my cup of soda, gulping it faster than I thought I ever could.

I covered my mouth with my hand and burped just as Harry reached me. It wasn't a loud, obnoxious burp. It was more of a quiet, small one, but it was still embarrassing. I blushed darkly and set my cake next to me. I still had my cup in my hand, but it was now crushed, small droplets of the remaining cherry soda landing on the table right next to my shoe.

"That was very unlady like." Harry said, nudging my knee with his a little as he climbed up on the table beside me. His long legs dangled over the edge and, unlike me, his feet were able to reach the ground.

"Good thing i'm not a lady."

"Are you sure about that?" Raising an eyebrow, Harry looked down at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I tilted my head to the side and rubbed my chin with my pointer finger and thumb, humming as I acted like I was in deep thought.

"Last time I checked, I had a penis between my legs." I said just as Harry took a sip of his soda. Just like I had expected, soda came shooting out of his nose. He coughed and spluttered loudly, his green eyes glossing over as tears threatened to spill past his eyes.

"I didn't think you knew what a penis was." He said after he managed to get the coughing under control. His voice was scratchy and thick, making something deep in my stomach twist. I squirmed a little, causing the table to squeak, and looked over at him, refusing to look down or away like I always did.

"I'm not innocent, Harry. I know what a penis is," I stated matter of factly. "And a vagina." I added as an afterthought, my nose scrunching up as I said the word that seemed foreign to me. It wasn't like I had anything against vagina's, I just didn't find them that great. I guess it was mainly due to the fact that I was one hundred percent gay, and have known I was since about third grade when I wanted to dance with the cute boy in my class instead of a girl.

"Oh dear god, you know what a vagina is. Someone, alert the press." Looking at me, he rolled his eyes and grinned that ridiculous grin that made his dimples pop out. I covered my mouth with my hand and laughed loudly, my stomach soon hurting because I wasn't used to laughing.

Tears collected in my eyes and I was breathless by the time my laughter had died down. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and took a deep breath in, grinning widely at Harry who was shaking his head at me. "What?" I asked, the light mood dropping when I realized that I had just laughed. Like, actually laughed, and I didn't have to force it either.

I cleared my throat and looked down at the ground, suddenly uncomfortable. "You have cake on your face." Harry said. My hands flew up to my face, searching for the cake I had on my it, but I couldn't find any. I turned to look at Harry, only to get a face full of white frosting and brown cake.

"HARRY!" I shrieked, jumping down from the table as I tried to wipe as much cake off my face as I could. I finally managed to clean enough frosting off of my eyes that I was able to open them. The first thing I noticed was the blue frosting that was covering my hands and would most likely stain them.

"Blue's your color."

I turned my gaze up to Harry, my eyes going into slits when I seen he was doubled over from laughing so hard. I smirked, for the first time in my life, and grabbed a chunk of cake off the ground. Before Harry had time to react, I stepped over the cake that was on the floor and smeared the cake across his face. Lucky for him, his hair was still pulled up in a tight bun, so I didn't get much in it. Me, on the other hand, had cake caked in my fringe, and I knew it would be hell to get out.

Laughter bubbled up my throat before it escaped past my dyed blue lips. The moment Harry looked at me, cake smeared across the middle of his face, including his right eyebrow, I knew I wasn't going to be able to contain it. "You little shit." I heard Harry growl, but I was too busy clutching my stomach to pay any attention to him.

I should have, though, because the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground and Harry was hovering over me. He had both of my arms pinned above my head and had one of his knees placed firmly on both of my legs, but he didn't apply enough pressure to hurt me. I panted as quiet as I could, the laughter gone, and stared up at him through fuzzy eyes.

"You have some cake on your face." I mumbled, my eyes dancing with humor. I tried to free one of my hands, me clearly not realizing how Harry was right now and how intimate this position would look to others, but had no luck. Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes and landed on the ground, them being proof of my laughing fit.

I was about to talk, but the moment my eyes locked with Harry's, all the air was knocked out of my lungs. His gaze was intense, far more intense than anyone would be comfortable with, and his eyes were flickering from my eyes, to something a little lower but I had no idea if it was my lips, or the glob of frosting that was on my nose.

It's not your lips, you idiot.

The little bubble of silence that surrounded us was suddenly broken when Jen called Harry's name, reminding me that we weren't alone. Harry quickly let go of my arms and stood up, something flashing in his eyes too quickly for me to catch. He glanced at me one more time before he shook his head and walked towards the direction i'm guessing Jen was in.

When everything became blurry and my lungs began to scream in pain, I was reminded that I needed to breath. I inhaled deeply through my nose and sat up, folding my hands in my lap and glancing down at them. There was red marks around my wrists, from where Harry had been holding them, and the frosting was now semi dry.

I closed my eyes, needing to collect my thoughts that were all over the place. Harry was just pinning me to the ground and I didn't have a panic attack because someone was touching me. Shaking out all my limbs, I opened my eyes and used the table to help my stand up. There was frosting all over the arms of my hoodie, and the front of my hoodie, which was going to be a bitch to get out.

I groaned under my breath and looked down at the ground where I had been laying, seeing there was squashed cake on the floor. My eyes widening, I quickly reached around and felt my butt. Sure enough, there was cake all over my ass, the brown, blue and white mixture sticking to the material of my blue jeans. I clenched my hands into fists and walked over to the sink. I turned it on before I reached up to grab a few paper towels, having to stand on my tippy toes to even reach it.

"Fucking Harry." I growled under my breath as I wetted the paper towel. I used the wet paper towels to wipe the frosting off of my face. I had started out just dabbing my face, but I soon grew irritated and began to furiously scrub my face with the paper towels. My skin grew sensitive after a few second, but I could literally feel all the sugar that was seeping into my pores.

I threw down the now blue paper towels with pieces of chocolate hanging off of it, and huffed angrily. I heard the people talking around me, and I knew I shouldn't do what I was about to, but what else could go wrong? I stood up on my tippy toes once again and cupped my hands, splashing my face with the warm water. It felt amazing, honestly. After having that much sugary product smeared across your skin for that long, it began to grow itchy and the water helped with it.

Against my better judgement, I dipped my head down further and got the tip of my fringe wet, where most of the bloody cake was. I kept my eyes opened and watched as blue water swirled down the drain, followed by a couple of clumps of chocolate. Finally, after a few minutes of me leaning over the sink, the water turned mostly clear and my skin no longer felt disgusting.

I turned off the water and ringed out my greasy feeling hair, then stood up and closed my eyes so water wouldn't get in them. I blindly searched for something to dry my hair with, cursing under my breath when I realized I should have grabbed something before hand. I had just reached across what I thought was the counter when something warm was being placed in my hand. I cracked my eye open a little and seen Harry standing in front of me, a white towel in his hand that he was placing in mine.

"Thanks." I whispered and grabbed the towel from him. As quickly as I could, I dried off my face and my hair, but soon realized that my hair wasn't going to get as dry as I was hoping. I sighed deeply and finally opened my eyes, frowning when I seen Harry was no longer standing in front of me.

I shrugged, not showing how disappointed I really was, and tossed the damp towel onto the counter. The room was no longer full of people. The teachers that were here had left and two of the three students had left to go to Jen's room so they could actually work. Jen was busy cleaning up the trash that was littered across the room and the remaining student was tearing down the streamers.

I stared at one of the balloons that were floating above me, an idea popping into mind. I grabbed the string from one of the balloons closest to me and tugged it down, making it so the green balloon was eye level. I made sure no one was watching me before I bit a small hole in the bottom of the balloon and inhaled deeply, quickly putting my finger over the hole before I pulled back.

"Do you guys need any help?" I asked, giggling quietly when I heard how ridiculous I sounded. I knew helium made your voice higher pitched, but I had never tried it until now and I found it absolutely hilarious. Jen told me no, and that I could go back to the room. She didn't comment on how childish I had acted today, and I was grateful for it. Grabbing my bag that I had set on the couch, I walked out of the room with the balloon still in hand.

As I was walking towards Jen's room, the sound of the bell startled me and made my steps falter. The hallway I was in began to fill with students, and it was then that I remembered the cake on my butt. I slipped both of the arms through my backpack straps and let my backpack hang far enough down that it covered my butt, or at least I thought it did.

Shrugging, I began to push my way through the crowds of students. The lunchroom wasn't too far from here, so it meant that I didn't have to walk too long with my backpack hitting against my ass and jostling me forward with each step. I kept the bottom of balloon pinched tightly between my fingers, but I was tempted to let the air out of it. I wouldn't be able to inhale the helium while on the bus and there was no way in hell I would do it while being surrounded by students.

"See ya later Smurf!" I heard someone call from behind me, and the only reason I turned around is because of how recognizable that voice was. A few feet down the hall from me was Harry, a towel draped over his shoulders. His face was no longer covered in cake and his hair was now loose. His wet hair fell in loose waves and the tips brushed against his shoulders, making wet patches on the white material.

Smiling softly, I lifted the balloon up to my lips and inhaled deeply. "In your dreams, Styles!" I hollered, my squeaky voice echoing throughout the long hallway and earning me a few odd glances from some of the students. With that, I spun around and began walking towards the lunchroom once again, paying no attention to the students who were talking about me.

Luckily for me, my line was the first to be called so I didn't have to wait in the lunchroom for a long ass time. And, for the first time in my life, I left school completely and utterly happy.