"Class, this is Harry" (Harry Styles Fan Fic)

"Well played Carter"

.I was sitting in Physics chewing the end of my pen, trying to concentrating on what Mr. Francis, my physics teacher was saying. He was talking about the generation of electricity, how interesting... Not.

"Phoebe, how does wind power work?" he asked, I was clearly distracted. My mind was somewhere else.

"The wind turbine, turns the generator and it produces electricity" I replied, reading it from my book. He had a surprised look on his face, he clearly expected me not to know the answer. I was sitting next to a girl; I knew her but not enough to talk alot to her. She had long brown hair and it was curled today, I saw here often as I have physics twice a week, it isn't that bad.

The teacher set us our work and let us chat to the person sitting next to us.

"Have you seen that Harry Styles?" Dora, the girl sitting next to me, said loudly.

"Hmm" I said, looking up at her. "What about him?"

"He's beautiful, don't you think?" She said, fanning her face.

"You could say that" I said whilst smirking and continuing with my work.

After about 10 Minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

"COME IN" Mr. Francis said across the classroom towards the door. It was Mrs. Johns, a chemistry teacher.

"Can Harry please sit in here for the rest of the lesson, he's been misbehaving." she said sternly, gesturing to the empty desk at the back of the classroom. Mr. Francis walked out of the classroom to talk to her. I turned to Harry as he was sitting a few meters behind me.

"What've you done?" I said, laughing.

"I'll tell you later" He said through a grin. I turned back around just as Mr. Francis arrived back in the classroom.

"Right class, we have 20 minutes left, all unfinished activities in this booklet must be completed by Thursday" He said, whilst standing at the front of the class. He always gave us homework, why?

Me and Dora continued to chat throughout the lesson and finished most of the booklet. I could hear a few conversations around me. A few were about work, some about certain people and one I could make out was about Harry. He's sitting in the classroom, how stupid can you be? Harry picked up his work and went back to Mrs. Johns room just as the bell was about to ring.

The bell rang and the class began to filter out the door. I walked out and Harry was now-where to be seen. I continued to walk towards the sports hall, where I had my last lesson of the day, P.E.

My Physical Education (P.E) teacher’s name was Miss. Phillips and the male one was Mr. Jones. Both were equally as strict. For P.E lessons girls had to wear trainers, shorts and a t-shirt and boys had to wear football boots (with studs depending on the sport), long socks, shorts and the school jersey. Each of us had our last name and a number on the back. Mine was ‘Carter 7’; I always loved the number seven as it was the number of my favourite football player growing up. We rarely did P.E together, as in boys and girls, we often did different sports. There we a few people in my P.E class I liked speaking to, Jessie, one of my closest friends and Harrison, the boy Harry and I were speaking to lunch time. There’s always a down side to P.E, the dreaded Dylan is in my class but being the captain of the rugby team, he would choose double P.E wouldn’t he? I chose double P.E as it was one of my favourite subjects but I was also good at it.

Anyway, I walked down to the sports hall and found Jessie outside waiting. We walked into the girls changing rooms and started to change. I heard a voice outside.

“Girls, Miss Phillips is absent today, you’ll be doing P.E with me” Mr. Jones spoke through the door.

"Come out when you’re dressed and don’t think you’re having this lesson easy” he chuckled. This day was quite possibly the worst Monday in history.

“Oh no” Jessie spoke, letting out a huge sigh. We knew what was coming. Whenever we did P.E together it was either football, circuit training or rounders. We continued changing and walked out into the hall, sitting in a line.

“Right, today the girls are doing P.E with us” Mr. Jones announced to the boys, sounding thrilled, not.

“We’re going to do Football on the field, no moaning girls” He said, quickly to avoid hassle.

"Right, there’s going to be two teams, Red and Blue. We’ll have..... Harry, as you’re new and Dylan as captains, choose your team players one by one please.” Harry and Dylan got up and walked to the front of the hall, one standing in each corner. Dylan chose Jack, he was really good.

“Phoebe” Harry said, I got up and stood next to him, him towering me.

“Nice legs you have their Carter” Harry said, smirking as Dylan chose his third team player. Harry chose Harrison, causing a high five to be exchanged between them; they’d obviously taken a liking to each other. Dylan gave Harrison a death stare, as if he was his property, he clearly wasn’t. I’m so competitive inside; I wanted to rip Dylan’s team to shreds. I told Harry to pick Jessie and she did, from then on he guessed who looked good at football and he wasn’t far wrong.

"Make your way down to the field, Harry’s team is Red, grab a marker each please” Mr. Jones said across the hall as we’d finished picking teams. We walked over to the marker box where there were red bibs that smelt of sweat. It was disgusting and huge, it was like a dress on me.

Me and Jessie walked down to the field and stood in our positions. There weren’t many people in our double P.E class and we all had a position to play. Harry was centre and Dylan looked hungry to win opposite him. That isn’t going to happen as long as I live.

Mr. Jones blew the whistle and the game commenced. I was so pumped and ready.

The ball was passed between the blue team a bit and then they attempted to score, our goalkeeper stopped the ball instantly and Dylan let out a huge sigh. The ball was thrown back in. Dylan controlled it until Harry tackled him and eventually had possession of the ball, Dylan was hot on his heels but Harry made it down to the goal, with the help of Harrison, scoring perfectly in the back of the net. The whole team cheered.

After about half an hour of play the score stood at 4-4. It was a draw; we all agreed to play until the next goal was scored. Did we make a mistake or will it be to our benefit?

The whistle blew and this was the goal that made all the difference, it had to be scored. Dylan had possession of the ball and Harry quickly tackled him.

“Go on Styles” I shouted, really loud, causing Dylan to look and then continue, Harry quickly had the ball off him and I ran down to the scoring end, setting up a path for the ball. Harry passed it to me and I ran with the ball to the goal, kicking it with all the force I had. The scene was almost in slow motion, at least it felt it. The ball curved, the goal keeper dived...

AND MISSED.

I had scored the winning goal! My first reaction was to scream and jump, as soon as I did, the whole Blue team did. Harry ran over to me, picking me up by my legs and throwing me over his shoulder, whilst across the pitch. The whole team were ecstatic. We had beaten Dylan. A smile was plastered across my face.

"You can put me down now Styles” I said in Harry’s ear.

“Don’t you want a piggy bank up to the sports hall?” He said, winking.

“Why not?” I said, smiling like an idiot. He put me down from his shoulder and I climbed on his back. He had his hands around the backs of my knees and my arms were around his neck. We walked up whilst chatting to Harrison.

We quickly reached the sports hall and Harry put me down.

“Well played Carter” he bent down to whisper in my ear, before I went to change.

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