Meant to be...

Chapter 2

"Harry Styles will you please stop talking and focus on my lesson?"

"Yes sir" he stops talking to Zayn and faces towards the board

He looks so confused, I have to say that made me laugh a bit, after like 10 minutes of talking Mr.Smith handed out a work sheet it was pretty easy I have to say it was only one double sided page I finished it in like 7 minutes. I walked up to the front and handed in my paper

When I got back to my seat I looked over at Harry's paper he was still on the first question, I have to admit I felt kinda bad

I turn to look at the clock there was still like thirty minutes left in class I didn't mind I was just reading my favourite book until I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turn to face the person. It was Harry. I was surprised.

" um excuse me" he whispered to me

"What" I responded

" I don't know how to do this"  he told me

I really wanted to laugh but I held it in

"I saw you were done and I- I was wondering if you could help me?" He asked me while scratching the back of his neck.

I didn't want to be rude because well he was the most popular guy at school, I still hated him tho

After like 5 minutes of explaining I think he got it he handed it in as the bell rang, I couldn't help but over hear his conversation with the teacher

"Mr.Styles please stay after class"

"What? Why?"

"You are almost failing my class if your grades don't start going up I'm going to have to keep you from playing on the football team."

"W-what? You can't do that I'm fine in every other subject"

"Well that's not good enough, either find a way to bring up your grade or get benched from the football team"

"How will I do that in so little time???"

"I can find you a tutor"

"Fine" he stormed out after that.

I went through my day like normal after that I didn't have literature on Mondays which I was happy about because that's the only other class Harry is in with me.

Harry's pov

I can't believe I have to get a tutor for math I told Zayn while I was on my way to P.E

"Well it could be worse he could have just took you off the team."

He was right, it was bad enough I had to ask for help in class tho I thought, god I hope I get a good tutor.

After school I head back to my house I had the biggest one on campus it was small compared to my parents house but it would suffice.  When I walk inside I change out of my designer clothes into one of my baggy band t-shirts and some joggers...