I got to school a little later than usual, about 9:15. Walking into my first period music class, I am met with the noise of 17-year-old musicians. Basically it's a mess of out of tune music. I find myself chuckling at the pure chaos of my class. I walk over to my teacher giving him my late slip which explained the doctor's appointment my Mum had forced me to go to, insisting that I needed to get checked.
"Well I hope you're feeling okay Harry" he says smiling at me "go work with Liam and Niall. They'll let you know what we're doing"
"Okay, thanks sir." I say. I walk over to Liam and Niall, sitting down next to Liam. I notice that Liam isn't looking like himself, his smile doesn't reach up as it normally does. "You okay Liam?"
"Yeah. Sophie and I had an argument and I don't know. I just miss her. I know it's stupid but not talking to her for this long, it feels wrong." He offers me a tight-lipped smile, which I reply with a nod.
"I'm sure it'll be okay Li. Soph is one of my best friends but she's also hypercautious. She'll assess every angle of the relationship before she even gets in it. Don't let it discourage you" Niall says, and I know he's right. In the little time I've known Sophie I have learnt that she analyses every decision within an inch of its life and I don't know why. It's like something happened that caused this, I don't know but I'll be sure to ask her about it.
"Yeah you're probably right Ni. I just. I want her to know how much she means to me." Liam responds, letting out a long sigh.
"Moving on. What's the assessment?" I say, clapping my hands together. Ready to take on the task.
"We have to sing a love song. Really perfect isn't it" Liam answers my question with a pained chuckle.
"Why don't we write one?" Niall says, I nod eager to write again with my best mate. Liam on the other looks at us as though we have four heads each. I'm confused at first but then I let out a laugh. First assessment of the year. Liam is new in the class. He doesn't know Niall and I write songs. We have a reputation for writing songs through the school, but Liam wouldn't have seen our performances.
"I'm sorry. Did you say write a song" Niall and I nod "Have you guys done that before?"
"Yeah, Ni and I usually write music together. 'Cause Ni plays the guitar and I sing, it kinda works perfectly" I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
"Okay, I'm down. Where do we start?"
"I already have an idea" Niall says with a mischievous smirk. Oh god, if there's one thing I know it's that smirk. What are you planning Ni.
For the next two hours Niall, Liam and I write. Sometimes having a double period is really handy. We write until we have a full song, even managing to create a quick backing track. I'm proud of what we've put together and when I say Liam is sporting a smile that challenges the Cheshire cat I am not kidding. He looks so happy with the song and I can't stop myself from smiling right back. It appears we have managed to get Liam's mind off his argument with Sophie, even just for a little bit. I am interrupted from my thoughts by our teacher, his voice startles me, and I jump in my seat.
"Okay" he booms with a clap of his hands, chuckling as some of us jump "I hope these songs are done and ready because at lunch we will be having an impromptu performance in the cafeteria"
There are a few groans but mostly the class is cheering, excited to show off their covers. I look over at Liam and he's beetroot red. He knows what our song is about, and he knows who is going to be in the cafeteria when we sing. This is his moment and I know he can do it.
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The two periods before lunch flash by and before I know it its lunch. I walk out of English and to the cafeteria, the rest of my group already sitting at our table. Niall and Liam are wearing cocky grins and Louis looks as though he is trying to get information out of the two boys. Failing miserably.
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