Walking through the school doors, I made my way to English class.
"Class listen up. Today I will be assigning your partners. Your project must include a poster on what you learned in your book and half of an essay."
Picking up her clipboard, she started to list off names.
"Jane you will be William, Stephanie with John, Riley with Harry," She kept going.
Who?
His eyes turned to me and smirked. His name was Harry? He actually did look like a Harry. The name suited him pretty well.
"They are your official partners. No switching. Get with them now and talk about how your planning on making your project. Also, get each others numbers and such because I will not be giving you class time."
Harry and I have to go to each others houses. Great.
"Hi partner!" Harry said while sitting down on the chair in front of me.
I looked down, sighing. I hate this 'partner project'.
"Hello," I muttered under my breath. I didn't feel comfortable with this especially because all he does is stare at me during class.
"Who's house do you wanna work at? What's your number? We should get to know each other,"
"Calm down with all your questions and requests. One at a time." I cracked a smile.
He giggled. It was cute.
"Okay.. um- we can go to your house first and my house second? Then uh- We can switch off? And here's my number." I said and scribbled my number on the ripped piece of paper.
"Yeah, that's fine. When do you want to work on it? Is today after school fine?"
"Yeah sure. Text me your address and I'll be there at 4:00."
He nodded with that same smirk plastered on his face.
***
Classes today went slow, as usual. Thank goodness we had two more months of school left.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket. Indicating I received a text.
Unknown number:
Hi. It's Harry.
5555 Oak Wood.
That wasn't far. Just a couple blocks down. I really need to get my car soon. I barely go anywhere and I am almost 18 years old!
I sighed heavily again.
Looking at my phone it read - 3:55pm. I should start my walk now.
After a few minutes, I walked up to the double wooden doors, knocking. Harry's house was huge. Not a mansion, but close enough.
"Hello love. I am Mary. Are you Riley? Are you here for Harry?" She was a cute old lady. I was guessing she was the maid by her outfit.
Wow. They have a maid. Harry and his family must be rich.
"Yes and yes I am,"
"Great! Go up the right stairs and it's the third room on the left." She smiled at me.
"Thank you." I smiled sweetly at her and walked in.
I walked up the stairs, looking around as much as possible. It was a beautiful house. It was all modern and elegant. My house was nothing compared to this.
I finally reached the top of the stairs and made my way down the narrow hallway. Pictures of Harry were all along the wall.
I stopped at one, it was a family picture. 'Styles Family' it said at the top of the frame. It was him, and I'm guessing his mother, sister who are both beautiful, and his father.
I smiled. They were a beautiful family. They looked like they all loved each other.
I silently wished I had a family like that.
Nerves and butterflies filled my stomach as I reached his door. I took a deep breath.
My right arm raised, about to knock until I heard his deep voice on the other side.
"I can't believe it Louis. I never thought I'll ever see her again. My God I missed her... Yeah she's still the same..." He laughed.
"We got got paired up for English today for some project. She should be coming here in a few minutes."
My heart stopped. He was talking about me.
