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

"Was hoping you'd have come in your PE kit"

I walked into the changing room and stripped, I was boiling hot and sweaty. I pulled my deorderrant out of my bag and put it on, pulling my school uniform over the top, leaving me fully dressed. I walked over to the mirrors and checked my face and hair, it was fine.

I picked up my bag and walked out of the changing rooms to meet Harry as I was spending time at his for this project. I wasn’t really thrilled after earlier events but I dealt with it.

He had told me to meet him by the black Range Rover in the parking area after school, so I did. I walked over to it and he was standing against the bonnet, typing on his phone, in his school uniform. I carried on walking over to him and he noticed my presence and put his phone away.

“Was hoping you’d have come in your PE kit” Harry said, in a husky tone. Great... this was going to be a long afternoon.

“So, can we go now” I said, anxiously wanting to get to Harry’s and get this over with.

“Yep” Harry said, moving from the bonnet, getting in the driver’s side. I walked to the passenger side, opening the door and placing my bag infront of me.

Harry’s house wasn’t far from school, only about a 5-10minute drive. He lived in a semi-detached house with a rather large pretty garden.

“My mam won’t be home for about two hours babe” he said, I gritted my teeth not to say anything back to him. I was not his ‘babe’.

I got out of the car outside his house and walked behind him as he unlocked the door, opening it for me to walk through. His house smelt really nice, I know, that’s a weird first thought right?

“Want to work her or in my bedroom?” Harry said, gesturing to the living room.

“I don’t mind?” I said, almost as a question, not to seem too fussy.

“Bedroom it is” He said, smiling walking up the stairs towards a door that was closed. He opened it and walked in, I followed.

“So, you can sit on the bed” He said, whilst taking off his leather jacket and placing it on the chair, that was placed in the corner of his room. His room was rather large and had band posters on the walls and it was messy, well messy. Typical boy aye?

I put my bag down and sat cross-legged on the bed, at the bottom, it was a double bed so there was plenty of room. I pulled a notebook out of my bag and a pencil.

I had the task wrote down at the top;

“Find out as much as I can about Harry write an essay due next week (20)” the number twenty was in brackets as that was the marks it was worth, 20 marks means I would have to find out 10 facts and have evidence to back them up. Analysing the language and words used, saying what it told me about his personality etc. How great.

I drew a free-hand table in my notebook with the headings ‘fact’ and ‘evidence’. I told Harry to do the same on a piece of paper. He listened and did it straight away.

“Right, so if I do mine first then you can do yours? So, what you told me earlier was?...” I said, prompting him to speak.

“I’m Harry Edward Styles, but I never really liked my middle name” he said, as I wrote it down.

“I’m a boy, obviously, and I’m 17” he said, whilst I wrote it down again.

“Ok, tell me 3 more and then I’ll ask you some questions” I said, making him tell me things about him was easier than asking questions really.

“Right, I moved from Cheshire as I didn’t really have great history there.

My favourite subject is P.E as I’m kind of good at it and I enjoy it,