The new student ~ ZarryStylik

Chapter 1 - Confrontation

It rings. The holidays are over. Loud voices receives Zayn as he enters the school. A few students and small groups are pushing recklessly past him and make getting through it almost impossible. Zayn groans. Why do the lessons for all students have to start at the same time. "Zayn!" a voice calls out that unmistakably belongs to Louis. "Up here!" Zayn sees Louis and Liam standing on the gallery that leads to the auditorium. Louis waves frantically. "Here are we." Zayn waves back and pushes in the opposite direction against the stream of students.

There is a lot of excitement when they reach the classroom to their class. Apparently someone felt funny and piled tables and chairs in a pyramid. All furniture is so wedged together that it is not possible to get a single chair out. Niall approaches Zayn laughing "I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold any seats." "Oh, I can see that too." Zayn laughs and sits down on the windowsill. He points next to him with his hand. "Go quickly before the best seats are taken." Niall and Liam sit down to the left and right of Zayn. Louis squeezes in between.

In the next moment the doorbell rings and a few seconds later, comes a loud call from the door. "Attention, Honey alarm." When Zayn hears the familiar, energetically approaching creaking of Mrs. Honey's shoes, he gets goose bumps. He takes another deep breath. And then Mrs. Honey stands in the door. Mrs. Honey throws a happy "Good morning."  in the room. She looks almost happy. That's why holidays can be good, Zayn thinks. Especially for teachers. While looking at the chaos pyramid, however, the teacher's nice smile disappears. "What's going on here?" Hissed Mrs. Honey as she approaches the pyramid. "Who was that?" "It was like that," Niall reports. "Well, that's really unbelievable. How am I supposed to hold my classes in this mess?" and turns around.

When there is a knock at the door, they all turn their heads at the same time. A curly brown head leans in the door frame. "Sorry." He says and suppresses a yawn. "Is this a kindergarten or the 10th grade? I'm supposed to report here. I'm the new one. Harry Styles." He suggests a half bow with his half-long hair falling into his face. The class is quiet, even Mrs. Honey is stunned. "Wow",Zayn hears someone whisper. "He looks cute."
"Oh." Says Mrs. Honey and throws a skeptical look at the clock. "Right, Harry. I almost forgot you." She walks up to the boy and offers him her hand. "But that's surely because you're late. In my class, lessons start on time. To the second." She taps her watch and examines him. "I will not allow my lessons to be disrupted by indiscipline. Those who come too late stay outside. " Harry grins and takes a step back. "Does that mean that I can go?" He asks hopefully and starts to turn around. Mrs. Honey gasps audibly. Zayn opens his eyes. "Well he dares something." But the teacher quickly regained control. "Yes, my dear, that is indeed what it means. Go to the caretaker's office. Tell Mr. Engel that we need his help. You know where the caretaker's office is?" If Harry is annoyed, he doesn't show it. He nods. "Sure. I just got past it." Again he makes a bow. "Please take care of my bag while you wait." Before Mrs. Honey can even begin to refuse, Harry pushes his bag into her arms and turns around.

A little later you can hear him whistling happily down the hall. Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall stare at each other. They are speechless just like the rest of the class.