Dreamer (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2~

The week dragged on at an unrealistically slow rate, until Thursday. I sat at the back of Mrs. Clearbrook’s class, doodling microphones and music notes on the margin of my paper, as usual.

          All of a sudden, the door opened and in stepped a god. OK so he wasn’t actually a god, but he could pass off for one if he tried. He had dark curls swept around his head effortlessly. His wide green eyes scanned the classroom, taking in the people in one fell swoop. Mrs. Clearbrook whispered something to him, asking him if he was the new student that signed up here at Cheshire High. His smile when he introduced himself was stunning. His pearly whites were in a perfect row, aligned with dimples on each side so deep you could break an ankle in them.

          “Alright kids, listen up.” She yelled to get our attention from the books we were supposed to be reading. For the first time, I was actually paying attention in this class. “This is our new friend- why don’t you introduce yourself?” She suggested. He nodded; a shy smile on his face.

          “Hi, I’m Harry.” He raised his hand to say hello as he bashfully told us his name. You could almost feel all the girls’ hearts stop as they swooned.

          “Well why don’t you tell us about yourself, huh?” Rachel demanded sweetly from the front of the class. He let out a small chuckle as all the girls leaned forward in their seats, their chins resting on their hands as they propped their elbows on their desk.

          “Um well, I’m sixteen going on seventeen this February… My favorite color is orange; my favorite movie is Love Act- urm, Fight Club. And… music is my passion.” He finished up. I almost gasped when he said his last fact, but I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep that from happening. It made quite a slapping noise that caused everyone to look over at me, Rachel glaring. I curled my hand into a fist and pretended to cough into it.

          “Ah-hem, sorry…” I said, ‘coughing’. Rachel rolled her eyes and looked back at Harry, as everyone else turned their attention back to Harry. All the guys just sat slumped back in their seats, looking bored to death.

          Harry’s eyes darted over to me when I ‘coughed’ and smirked. I couldn’t tell if that was a ‘what-a-loser’ smirk or a ‘dang-she’s-good-looking’ smirk. I was hoping for the latter.

          “Well, since we sit in alphabetical order in my class, you’ll sit… I’m sorry, what’s your last name?” Mrs. Clearbrook said, filling in the silence that had occurred after my outburst.

          “Styles. Harry Styles.” He spoke softly. I almost gasped again as I heard that, but again brought my hand to my mouth, only silent this time. I couldn’t believe my luck.

          “Styles… okay you’ll sit by… Ency Smith.” She stated, with a slight look of disappointment on her face. I tried to keep a straight face, that I wasn’t positively thrilled with the fact that Harry would be sitting a mere foot and a half from me; but I wasn’t sure how good of a job I was doing. I glanced over at Rachel, who’d looked at me as if she was trying to tell me with her eyes that she’d already mentally dibbed Harry. She had her jaw pretty much dropped to the center of the earth and her eyes squinted so small I wasn’t quite sure they were even open.

          Harry hooked his backpack higher on his shoulder as he began his walk down the aisle between my row of desks, and now his. I glanced at all the girls that he passed by as he walked down. Not one had passed up this opportunity to check out his butt. They all were just staring, knowing they weren’t the only one. I looked down at my desk to just keep away from looking him in the eye, knowing I would snap and probably pass out.

          He sat down in the desk beside mine. I looked up and over at him as Mrs. Clearbrook decided to continue class.

         “Hi, I’m Harry,” He smiled, holding out his hand for me to shake. I just stared at him, not sure if I should take the offer of shaking his hand or not. As I stared at him, I felt his grassy green eyes graze up and down my body. I snapped out of it and grabbed his hand and held it, losing all strength to initiate the shaking. Our hands just sat in each other’s grasp. I lost it and a small squeal of excitement escaped from my lips.

          “What was that, love?” He asked, leaning in closer to hear what he thought I said.

          “Oh, nothing, I just… dropped my pencil.” I said, nudging my pencil off my desk with my left elbow that was resting on the desk. I let go of his hand to pick up the pencil off the floor.

          The rest of class it was hard to focus on my doodles, because of Harry’s constant asking me for information on the class. As I talked to him, I noticed how extremely attractive he was. I mean, I obviously noticed before, but some people aren’t as good-looking up close as they are a whole class room away. But Harry was. He was even better looking up close. It gave me a better look into his eyes. They were the color of the freshly grown grass in the spring, mixed with darker shades of green, like the soft moss that grows on glossy rocks down by the river.

          No doubt someone this attractive would end up popular, thus putting him out of my reach. As always.

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Oooh second chapter how exciting:)

Again, I know, not exactly a thrilling or cute chapter, but ya know, we'll get there soon.

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<3, bridget

PS- I'm debating uploading the third chapter tonight cause I finished all my homework and I'm bored... hmmm... probably... ehh sure why not!? OK so the third chappy will be uploaded in, say.. an hour? Alright bye for real this time! Adios xxx