Bambi // Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two - School

So erm yeah, this is chapter two; thanks for reading :)
Leave some thoughts at the end of the chapter (please) I'd quite like to know if there's anything I should include in the story or things I'm missing out?
Thanks for reading (again) and I hope you like it :) (Btw Louis' not in this chapter but he'll be in the best one so yeahhhh)

Harry woke up that morning feeling groggy and tired; he'd managed to wake himself up for once (something that he would be quite proud off if it wasn't a school day). He dragged his feet across the floor, stumbling and tripping many times as he tried to make his way to his wardrobe -- which happened to be only a few feet away from his bed. He wasn't really sure what he'd picked out to wear as his eyes where blurred from still being half asleep but he knew it would be along the lines of skinny jeans and a top.

He knew he'd picked skinny jeans just simply because he had so many pairs and they where the only trousers he had.

He then dragged himself to his small chest of draws (that where on the other side of his room; in a corner) to get some pants; tripping up multiple times yet again.

Harry groaned and flopped onto his bed after he'd managed to get his boxers on.

'So... Much... Effort!' He complained to himself, groaning.

'Stop being so over dramatic!' Anne's voice startled Harry as he jumped of the bed letting out a small petit scream making his mother laugh.

'Don't do that!' Harry hissed, 'It's only seven in the morning, I shouldn't be waking up this early!' Anne shook her head.

'Harry, when I was your age I was waking up at five in the morning to start getting ready for school; getting up at seven was merely a dream!' She told him, Harry rolled his eyes before pulling one jean-leg up one of his long legs. Anne just laughed quietly before shutting his bedroom door and walking away.

After Harry had got dressed (getting dressed had taken him a grand half an hour!) he walked into the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror.

'I look dead.' He complained, seeing how drained and tired his face looked. 'If only I could have a few more hours in bed and then I'd be all good to go. I'd look amazing and I wouldn't have sleep in my eyes!' Harry complained to himself; he'd always had a strange habit of talking to himself; it seemed to scare many people but in the Styles family it was taken as the norm and they would all laugh at Harry's strange habit.

Finally getting over how tired he looked -- and was -- he ruffled his curls and began walking down the stairs; careful not to fall. He mentally applauded himself for managing to keep his balance but then tripped over air when walking into the kitchen. He put his hands out to stop himself from falling flat on his face (something he'd done many many times before).

He looked around, hoping his mum wasn't in the room to see his embarrassing moment and tease him because of it. He sighed in relief when she wasn't there.

'You really are a clutz Haz.' Anne laughed from behind making Harry jump for the second time that day.

'Bloody hell, stop doing that!' He complained, pouting slightly. Anne laughed and walked into the kitchen.

'M'sorry.' She apologised with a smile on her face. 'You better get going Haz, you took so long to get ready that it's time for you to go.' She told him. He groaned,

'I don't want to go.' He sighed, looking down at the floor dramatically.

'I know but I swear on this family's honer that you shall make at least one friend by the end of today.' She told him, he sighed and nodded before making his way to the door. 'Oh and Haz.' She called,

'Yeah?'

'I won't be back when you get home from school so make sure you've got your key!' She called. Harry nodded before walking out the door and starting his journey to school... A half an hour journey...

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'You couldn't of picked a house closer to the school could you.' He mumbled under his breath.
As he was getting closer to the school he could see more and more people leaving their homes / houses and walking to (what he assumed) school. Some of the people's choice of clothing seemed to shocked Harry.

There where people dressed in normal clothing such as a plain top and some bottoms (those where the people that didn't shock Harry), there where also people that where covered from shoulder-to-ankle in tattoo's; also wearing casual clothing (something Harry wasn't too shocked about either due to there being quite a few punks at Cheshire High) but the people that confused Harry the most where people dressed in bright pink and frilly clothing.

When he says bright pink it wasn't just a normal shade of pink it was glow in the dark, neon pink. A colour of pink that could be seen from miles away! And when Harry said frilly... Well let's just say that was a understatement!

Some girls where dressed in bright pink, (what Harry would describe as) 'princess dresses'; dresses that you would expect to see in a remake of Cinderella (while being at the ball).
Some guys where dressed in (what looked like) tutus and it made Harry cringe just at the sight.

It wasn't that Harry was judging these people it was just that he wasn't used to people wearing that... Style of clothing?
He knew if someone came to school in Cheshire wearing a 'princess dress' or a tutu that they would 100% get picked on!

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Harry groaned as he stood at the school gates, the school was a mansion-like size and was bigger than most high-schools in Cheshire (and that was saying something).

It wasn't that Harry didn't like school; he loved school. School was Harry's whole life (apart from his boyfriend)! Harry loved going to school in Cheshire; he had the grades, the friends, the popularity.
He just didn't want to start a new school; he knew that he'd most likely settle down within a week or two but the thought of making new friends made Harry feel somewhat guilty; as if he was replacing his old friends.

He heard the school bell go and shook his head; deciding it was finally time to go to reception and ask a few necessary questions before starting the school day.

Good luck to me he thought as he began walking...

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