Charlie

Chapter two

"I'm absolutely dreading tomorrow." I told my best friend, Samantha. 

"Yeah, i wouldn't want to be you right now." She smiled, not making me feel any better. "Just talk to him, no biggie."

"No it is a 'biggie'. You've seen him walk through the corridors, the hall monitors are even scared of him." 

"Are you scared of him?" She asked me, mouth filled with food.

"No, well yeah, well no not really. I'm not scared of him, he's just intimidating." 

"He's mysterious." She tried to make light of the situation by changing my opinion of this boy. "He's also hot."

"He is not."

"You know he is, Charlie." 

"Nope. You've never told me you thought he was hot before." 

"Are you talking about me?" Harry sat down at the table with a wide grin.

"No, actually. The topic of conversation does not always revolve around you." I joked.

"Have you talked to Amelia for me yet?" 

"No-"

"Amelia Bond?!" Samantha interrupted me. "Good luck with that one." 

"Sam, i'm Harry Styles. Who wouldn't want me?" He smiled cheekily and she shook her head while laughing.

"Maybe try being yourself this time, get rid of the cockiness and just be you. Be the Harry Styles i love." I smiled, hoping he'd see sense in what i was saying but of course, there was no such luck.

"Ummm, yeah, can you just talk to her for me? Thanks for that chat girlies but i have places to go, people to see." He patted Sam on the head and walked away from the table, heading towards the popular boys that were his friends.

-------THE NEXT DAY-------

I walked into class on time today to avoid having to fill out another late slip. I sighed as i took my assigned seat and waited for the classroom to fill up.

"Mr. Styles, it's lovely to see you exist before 9AM." Mrs. Samuels smiled at Harry. 

"Don't get too used to it." Harry winked at her, attempting to win her over with his charm.

"Good morning Zayn, take your seat so we can get moving." Mrs. Samuels greeted Mr. cool as he walked in the door and wandered over to the seat next to me. Finally, we have a name! He emptied his unorganized notebook out of his bag and rusled around for about five minutes before he gave up and put his bag down.

"Do you have a pen?" He turned and asked me after contemplating for a few minutes. I stared into his lifeless brown eyes and gave a slight nod before handing him my pen and reaching for another one out of my bag to use for myself. He shot me a thank you nod as he took the pen and turned back to his side of the desk. I replayed his voice over and over in my head throughout the entirety of the class. 

Do you have a pen?

Do you have a pen?

Do you have a pen?

Not even a please.

Do you have a pen?

His voice was dry and mysterious. It intrigued me.

"Charlie...Charlie...Char!" I was disrupted from my daydream by Harry at the end of class. I hadn't even noticed that half the class, including Zayn, had already left the classroom. I stood up with my bag and followed Harry out of the classroom.

"H and C, my two favourite people, how is your morning?" Niall Horan walked up in between Harry and i, holding us both round the shoulders with each of his arms.

      Niall has been Harry's best friend since secondary started. Niall's popular, he's on the football team, along with Harry and he gets all the girls, along with Harry. He basically created Harry's high social status because he had a cool older brother so he began secondary with a one way ticket into popularity. I wasn't fond of Niall at the beginning, mostly because he was stealing the Harry i always knew from me but his bubbly personality grew on me after about a year of him chatting me up to annoy Harry.

       Harry, Niall and I walked to our lockers which were conveniently beside each other and talked before our next class. I couldn't help but notice Zayn walking through the hall behind Harry. Everyone was moving out of the way for him, even the hall monitors. He walked fast with a long step, ensuring every movement was contradicted between speedy and slow motion. He looked like something out of a film; everyone was staring at him as he strode past. Everything about this boy intrigued me but i wasn't going to let anybody know that.

"Is that cool with you Charlie?" Harry asked as i snapped back into reality.

"Wait, what?" 

"Charlie, what are you on today? You're so out of it." Harry smiled slightly, a confused look masking his face.

"Just tired." I assured him and he nodded his head, not looking convinced. 

"I've known you since you were born Charlotte Olivia Addison, what ever it is, i will find out. Always do." He winked along with his cheeky grin as he slammed his locker shut and walked away with Niall.