Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6.

Classes start today, and I am nervous beyond belief. It turns out Peirce and I have no classes together. I was hoping I would know at least someone.

It was 6:00 am and classes started in two hours. I woke up extra early to make sure I would have plenty of time. I was going through my closet, picking out my outfit for the day. I chose a cute little dress. The top was a lacy white, and the skirt was a light blue denim color. I straightened my hair, and applied a tiny bit of makeup.

6:15. Damn, I was going to have a ton of time left over. I decided to get coffee before class, so I slipped on my white toms, grabbed my backpack, and headed out to the small coffee shop down the street.

After walking for a few minutes, I entered the coffee shop, and ordered a drink. As I sat down, I saw a familiar face walk up to me.

“Oh hey, Elle!” Bree said, with a fake grin plastered on her makeup covered face.

“Hi,” I said, quietly. She intimidated me.

“What are you doing here so early?” She asked.

“Er, I had a little extra time, so I decided to come for coffee?” It came out more as a question then I had intended.

“That is such a cute dress you're wearing today!” She said, still fake grinning.

“Er, thanks,” I mumbled.

“It's just so- oops!” She exclaimed, as her hand purposely bumped into my coffee that was sitting down on the table infront of me. My entire cup fell into my lap, ruining my dress.

“Oh!” I yelled, and standing up. It was somewhat burning my legs.

“Well, good luck with that,” she grinned at me, and just like that, she was gone. I groaned, and walked into the bathroom in the back of the shop. I got a million paper towels, and started dabbing at my skirt.

After what felt like forever, I was able to mostly get the whole stain out of my skirt. I checked the time. 8:15. Shit! Class started 15 minutes ago!

I ran out of the bathroom, and out of the shop, and down the sidewalk towards the school buildings. I ran up to the Arts building, where my first class was, Theatre. I burst into the class, and everyone the room stared straight at me.

“Er, hi,” I muttered, my face flushing red. “Sorry I'm late.”

“Name?” the teacher asked, annoyed.

“Elle, er, Elise Rousseau.”

“Okay, there's an empty seat over there by Harry in the back.” She gestured to the back of the room where Harry sat, waving at me. Oh god.

I walked back and took a seat next to him.

“Why were you late?” He asked quietly, as the teacher continued talking.

“Your little slut of a girlfriend spilled coffee on me.”

He snickered. “First, she's not my girlfriend. Second, don't talk that way about my friends. Third, is that why you look like shit?” My hand flew up to my hair, feeling how messed up it was, and realizing how red my face must be from running. I just scoffed, and rolled my eyes, and ignored him.

Harry and I spent the rest of the class ignoring each other. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Great, next I had English, which was almost completely across campus. I started walking there. I was probably going to be late from walking there. Great, just great.

“Hey! Elise!” A voice called. An annoying male British voice, to be exact.

“What?” I snapped, turning around to face him.

“Well fine. I was going to offer you a ride to English, but if you're going to be a bitch about it, then I guess not.”

“How did you know I had English next?” I asked skeptically.

“Because,” he grinned, “I have it too.”

I groaned loudly, then weighed my options. Either walk alone and be late to English, or suffer through a ride with Harry, and be on time. I picked the first.

“Sorry, Styles, I'd rather be late than ride with you.” I continued walking in the direction I was going.

“Fine, I didn't really want to go with a little bitch like you anyway. Carry on and be late.” He flipped me off, and walked away.

Ugh! I absolutely hated him!

I walked for about 20 minutes, until I walked into my English class. Odly enough, I still had about 2 minutes before class started. So, I took a seat right in the middle of the room, so I could pay attention to everything the teacher said. Harry strolled in, and casually took a seat across the room from me; shooting me a dirty look.

A minute after Harry walked in, Peirce walked in, with a smile planted on his perfect face.

“Hey! What're you doing here?” I asked as he took a seat next to me.

“I got my classes moved around so I could have this one with you,” He said.

“That's great,” I said, and I really meant it. At least I wouldn't have to suffer in silence.

The teacher walked into the classroom. “Hello, class, welcome to English. I am Proffesor O'Shea,” she said. She was a small, petite woman. But she didn't look like someone you wanted to mess with.

“In this class, we are going to be mainly focusing on certain pieces of Literature. Shakespeare, to be specific.” The class murmured in approval. I smiled inwardly, I loved Shakespeare.

“To do this, the entire semester is going to be based on a partner project,” I shot Peirce a look, and he smiled at me, “the project will be a powerpoint report on the piece of literature you get assigned to do.”

This seemed easy enough. And if I get to do it with Peirce, we'll ace it no problem. “I will be picking partners.” Shit.

She started reading through a piece of paper she was holding, listing off names of people I didn't know or care about.

“Peirce Sanders and,” she paused for a minute, and my ears desperately perked up. “Louis Tomlinson. Your piece will be Hamlet.” Great. I was going to be stuck with some good-for-nothing idiot who was going to make me do all the work. She continued reading names.

“Harry Styles and Elise Rousseau. Your piece will be Romeo and Juliet.” What? What! Did I hear right? Harry Styles and me? Romeo and Juliet? Harry shot me a smirk, signaling that I did in fact hear correctly. He then noticed Peirce sitting next to me, and shot him a hard glare.

Oh my god, this was going to be one hell of a semester.

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