Dreamer (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4~

          I sat at home later that evening, sitting in the middle of my closet, staring around at my clothes. I’d been contemplating whether or not it was my physical appearance that set me apart or just my widely known personality. I just sat there for about thirty more minutes trying to decide what my problem is. Maybe it was how I didn’t really talk to people in the first place… or maybe how when someone attempted to talk to me they got a short one word response instead of an actual conversation. Or maybe it was just the fact that I didn’t wear pink. All the popular people wear pink. Pink just washed out my already pale skin. Not bad pale; like a soft pale. My skin was healthy, you could say. Anyways that’s beside the point. I doubt my pale skin is the problem. Rachel has pale skin. Her best friend has pale skin. Her best friend’s boyfriend has pale skin. Pale skin obviously isn’t the problem here.

          The next day at school I walked in to Mrs. Clearbrook’s reading class and found Harry already sitting in his desk. He saw me and smiled and waved. I couldn’t help but grin back and sped to my seat.

          “Hey!” I said, setting my back on the ground beside my chair.

          “Hey Ency,” He smiled, looking me in the eyes and not breaking our gaze. I continued to awkwardly smile back, but after a while I got nervous and my palms started sweating and I had to look away.

          “H-how’s it going?” I swallowed my words as I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans.

          “Good,” He chuckled, noticing my hands rubbing vigorously back and forth on my pants. “You alright there?” He nodded towards my hands on my thighs. I felt a blush overtake my face as I bounced up and sat on my hands.

          “Fine, just fine,” I stated quickly before turning away to end the awkwardness.

          Um, what the heck. I’d never freaked out like that when I talked guys. Maybe it was because he was so friggin’ attractive…?

I don’t know, there are plenty of nice looking guys I’d talked to before but maybe it was because I’ve maybe started having feelings for Harry? Maybe! I can’t go jumping to conclusions… it’d been years since I’d last liked someone, so I kind of forgot what it was like.

          Last time I liked someone was in sixth grade. Oh, Connor Crisp. I thought he was the bee’s knees back then. His nice curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes just, mmm I had the biggest crush on him, even though I’d only ever said ‘hi Connor’ to him. One day I decided it was time to make him notice me. So naturally being the stupid eleven year old I was, I decided the only way to do that was to get attention from everyone in my social studies class. My plan was to jump up from my chair in the middle of class and start doing a really cool dance move I planned on teaching myself to a song I would play on my iPod for the whole class to see and hear. My dance was the Cha-Cha Slide. It was a great song back then.

          So it was a quiet part of class while everyone was completing a work sheet, and I slipped my iPod out from my back pocket and went to turn on the Cha-Cha Slide. I laid my iPod on my desk, stood up and pressed play. Before beginning the dance I decided to shout out ‘this one’s for you, Connor!’ He looked at me with a scared, bewildered expression on his face, as everyone else looked at me like I had three heads. The funky beat began and I stood there awkwardly bopping my head.

This time we’re gonna get funky

Everybody clap your hands

Clap clap clap clap your hands

Clap clap clap clap your hands

Alright now, we’re gonna do the basic steps

To the left

 Take it back now ya’ll

One hope this time

Right foot let’s stomp

Left foot let’s stomp

Cha Cha real smooth

I followed the man’s instructions. Other than occasionally tripping over my feet, I thought I was doing pretty well. That is until my teacher, Mr. Leslie, stood up violently, grabbed my wrist and yanked me out into the hall. He yelled at me and asked me ferociously stuff like ‘what are you trying to pull’ and ‘is that your way of being funny, clever’. He yelled at me hurtful things like ‘this is only embarrassing yourself’, ‘that little stunt was a distraction to the class’, ‘you should feel very ashamed about your behavior’, ‘I’m calling your mom to come have a meeting with us and you’ll have a week of detention’. That afternoon my mom came up to the school to discuss my actions with Mr. Leslie. They asked what my motive was and I had no choice but to tell them (and I quote) ‘it was to get the attention of Connor, who I’m in love with’ (not knowing anything about love). They both let out a snort and Mr. Leslie decided to cancel my detentions and… long story short, Connor and I were put at a table alone in the very back corner of the class. I no longer had a massive crush on the guy so it was more awkward than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. Mr. Leslie played a fair game.

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Sorry I couldn't update yesterday and the lousy chapter right there... mucho homework :\ Urgh i hate school there's so much work to be done *rolls eyes* Well I have an awfully nice chappy coming up yayyy OK boo bye xxxx