Larry fanfic (one direction) On Hold

Chapter 2: New style

'beep. beep. beep.'

I wake up to my alarm going off. I reach over without looking and search for my snooze button. I finally find it and was about to go back to sleep when my eyes shot open, remembering what day it was. My first day at university of oxford. (I know it isn't the top school in London but just go with it.)

I quickly jump out of bed and into the shower. I sleep naked so i didn't have to worry about taking any clothes off. As finished my routine as quickly as i could. As soon as i was finished i wrap a towel around my waist and blow dry my hair. I know what your thinking. If i'm a guy then why do i blow dry my hair? Simple answer, my hair is very think and curly, so it takes a long time to towel dry. As i finished drying my hair, I brush my teeth and go to my closet.

"What to wear what to wear. Oh i know, ill go for the geek look so everyone will leave me alone." I say out loud to my self. Not like any one would judge be cause there's no one there. I pick out a long sleeve white button up shirt with beige colored dress pant and black dress shoes. I put them on and go back to the bathroom to put my towel in the dirty basket and do my hair.

I slick back my hair so it's no longer curly. I then put on my glasses. I look in the mirror one last time and think, 'wow, i really do look like a total nerd.' Pleases with my look I grab my shoulder black school bag with notebooks and pencils in and rush out the door. Its now 7:30 and classes start at 8:15. Its a 30 minute walk from my apartment to the school and since I don't have enough money to buy a car I walk.

After about 25 minutes i walk up to the school's main office to get my schedule. I walk into the big office and up the the desk that a young red headed lady was sitting typing away on her computer. She looks about 30 and she's pale with large hazel eyes.

"Hello how may I help you?" she says as she looks up at me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Um yes can I have my schedule for my classes." I ask her in a quiet shy voice.

"Name?"

"Harry Styles" As soon as i say my name she types a few things. After about 15 seconds I hear the printer behind her go off. She turns around and grabs the paper and hands it to me with a smile on her face.

"Here you go have a wonderful day" She turns away and goes back to her work and I take that as my sign to leave.

On my way out the door I notice a pile of maps on a stand so I grab one. I look at my paper to see what class I have first. Art. I'm very good at art so this should be easy. It says room 204 and I look at the nearest class rooms number and it reads 218 so my class room should be close.

 As I walk down the hallway guys and girls give me either disgusted or curious looks. Some just ignore me. I keep my head down as I walk trying not to draw attention to myself. I count the numbers as i go. 216, 214, 212, 210, 208, 206, and finally 204. I walk in and see that I'm the first person here.

As I try to figure out where to sit, some kids walk in so I just go to the very back in the left hand corner. I desks have it so you could lift the front up at an angle like an easel for drawing. As thee classroom fills up the teacher walks in and the students immediately shut up. 

She looks about 40 with black hair and slight wrinkles around her eyes. She has dark brown eyes and a plain black shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers on. I look better dressed than her.

"OK class I'm Mrs. Angle and i will be your art teacher for this year. For today you can sketch a flower of any kind so i can see your ability's. There is already a pencil and a piece of paper on your desk. Everyone ready? OK. Let the creative minds begin!" She says enthusiastically as she sits down at her messy desk as all the other students put up their desk into positing and start drawing.

I put my desk up with ease and pick up my pencil. I think I'll draw a rose, Its simple yet challenging. As i Start with the middle i work my way out. The the tricky part. The stem. I didn't want to over do it but i put just enough leaves on it. I finish the stem and now the hardest part. Shading. 

I look at the time and see that we have 20 minutes out of a 45 minute period. I knew I had about 10 minutes left till she collected them, so I started. 8 minutes later I finished. (Picture on top) I put my pencil down as she stood up and clapped her hands.

" OK class, sign your name at the bottom right hand corner and we will put them on the wall." As she says this I start to freak out a little. What if everyone laughs at my drawing? What if they hate it? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the metal chairs against the floor. Everyone stood in a line to get a piece of tape and then went to the right wall which was completely blank. 

I stood up and put my paper to my chest, but not hard enough to crinkle it. I slowly walk over and stand in line behind the other students as some stand behind me. After a few minutes of waiting the line gets shorter and shorter and finally it was my turn. I wanted to put it at the bottom but there was already pictures down there.

The only spot was in the middle of the wall and I hesitantly Take a piece of tape and hang it in the middle. I rush back to sit in my seat as the last of the student put up their sketches. Finally the last student put her paper up and sits down as the teacher goes over to the wall to inspect the drawings.

"Wow you guys and girls did a wonderful job on your first pieces. Especially this one. I love the shading and how it almost looks real." She says with pride in her voice as she points to a paper. I look up to see you drew the flower she was pointing out and see it as my rose.

I cant believe she actually likes it. I see other students looking at it and whispering to the people they are sitting next to whispering things like 'who drew that?' and 'wow that person is amazing'

"Wow drew that rose?" I blond headed girl in the front closest to the teacher asks

"Looks like someone named Harry Styles" She says as she looks at her desk at the seating charts. She then looks up at me and smiles. Everyone in the room and I mean everyone is now staring at me. Some with amazement or jealousy written across their face and other with disgust or curiosity.

I hate when people are looking at me and I start to fidget in my seat. The bell rings and I shoot up from my seat and rush out of the room, eager to escape the stares from the other students. I head to room 308 for English, dodging people and keeping my head down, not wanting to be seen.

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a/n This was 1,381 words. Wow. Ill try to update again soon. I might add another pov next chapter and a little more into Harry's home life. Let me know if you want something to happen.