Flower Crowns

8.

Harry's P.O.V

"Hurry Haz! We're going to be late." Zayn yelled from downstairs. My hair was being unruly, so I tugged a beanie on and ran downstairs.

"Come on. We'll stop for breakfast on the way." He said handing me my backpack and dragging me out the door.

"So what's going on with you and Louis?" Zayn asked as we started driving.

"Nothing." The mention of his name sent tingles through my body and my heart beat faster.

"It doesn't seem like nothing."

"There isn't anything, he's got a girlfriend."

"So? I can tell you like him a lot."

"I don't?" It came out more like a question.

"Right. Just...be careful. People at our school can be pretty vicious."

"I will." There's nothing to be careful about. It's only a small one way crush. It's not like anything's going to happen. After stopping at Dunkin Donuts, we arrived at school. I shivered as the winter wind whipped. We hurried into the heated building. We went to our first class which was History. The teacher started his boring lecture, which I'd usually sleep through. But I only had one thing on my mind. The party. I'm going to my first party with Louis Tomlinson. I'm nervous, excited and anxious at the same time. I know I'll probably end up sitting alone for the whole time, but oh well. Maybe not. Maybe I'll get excepted into some group or something. Maybe, I'll even make a friend.

"Nice of you to join us Jeffery." The teacher said in an unamused voice. My stomach dropped as his dark brown eyes stared holes into my soul. A section of his jaw was a dark purple-blueish. He sat down one row in front of Zayn and I, and honestly I was scared he'd pull out a gun and start shooting or something. But I was kind of more scared for him because Zayn looked like he was plotting 50 ways to murder him. Minutes later the bell rang and I sped out the room into the next class. I knew what was going to happen, and even if he does deserve it, I didn't want to see him get his face pounded in. Lucky for me, English was right next door. I sat in the middle of the row as the rest of the class filed in. I didn't have to worry about saving Zayn a seat because nobody wants to sit next to me. Right before class starts, Zayn walks in sitting right next to me. I look him up and down, and there's not one scratch on him, but I see his knuckles and they're bloody and busted.

"Zayn-"

"I don't want talk about it." He said in a forceful yet soft tone. I nodded turning my attention towards the teacher.

"Today you're going to be writing a poem about anything really. Hopes, dreams, expectations, desires." She said her hopeful gaze lingering on me.

"Begin."

I placed my pencil on my paper unsure of what to write. I don't have a lot of hopes and dreams. My life is pretty boring.

"What are you writing about?" The Miss Sunder (the English teacher) startled me, peering over my shoulder and blank paper.

"I'm not sure." I said quietly.

"Write about love or something of the sort. It's the easiest thing to write about. Maybe somebody you fancy. You don't have to use names." She quickly added walking away. Love. I don't love anybody, but Zayn and not in that way. Maybe I should write about Louis. Yeah, nobody will know.

Roses are red
Violets are blue

Nah.

Blue sparkling eyes, that crinkle at the sides

That's what happens when you laugh, I love it every time

Kind and always funny, you're so nice to me