Dreams

New friend?

The next day I walk into my English class and see that Harry is already there, he looks toward my direction and smiles when I sit down in my seat across from him. "Hello, you must be Sarah?" He asked with a smile, I nod then he continues to talk. "Well I'm Harry Styles, I couldn't help but notice you were reading something about London in class yesterday?" He must be talking about the page in my dream book, was he watching me? Weird, but I give him the best answer I could come up with. "It's just from a page in my dream book, I wouldn't bother asking about it though, I know your from England but that does not matter because no one is allowed to look in my dream book but me." As I finish my sentence he gives me a confused look but still dares to continue. "So it's like a diary?" God I don't understand this guy but I just met him. "No it's a dream book, and just because I don't show it to people does not mean it's a diary." When I finish he just chuckles and the day continues on as I think of what just happened. When he spoke to me his words were so fluently spoken in that deep British accent of his, and his eyes were green like emeralds, then I remembered how he had curly waves of chestnut hair falling to his shoulders. Not to mention he towered over me like a giant, gosh that boy was tall. As I think of our conversation I do realize that I did come off as a little harsh but he seemed cool with it I guess. I'll try being nicer with him tomorrow if he talks to me again. But the thing I'm thinking of most is that Harry might be my first friend..which is nice but it doesn't seem right for some reason. I decide to go home and get some sleep, hopefully dreaming of something other than the British boy with chestnut hair