Pen Pal {Harry Styles}

Chapter 1 (The Bio)

[Harry's POV]

 I trudged into geography, carrying my books with one hand. I flipped my hair and I could hear all the girls scream inside of my head. One day, one day I'll be a star. I made my way to my seat, tripping over a chair leg on the way. I settled in my seat and patiently waited for the monotone teacher to come in, but instead I was greeted by a young teacher in his early 30s. He smiled and put down his bags, adjusted his tie, and began writing something on the chalkboard. "Hello class!" He cheered as he spun around to face the class. "My name is Mr. Johnston and I'm you're teacher for the rest of the year since your old teacher had a little--" he hesitated and twiddled his thumbs. "Accident." He finished his words clear and crisp. He had a strong American accent which was sometimes a little hard to understand. "From what I heard, this class is very boring." He said, dragging out the word very. He clasped his hands together and gathered some papers from his briefcase. "This year, you will have a pen pal from where I used to work in The United States. They chose a random person out of a hat so I you got someone good." He looked at everyone and raised an eyebrow, staring at me as I rolled my eyes.

 "Sir, this is stupid. We will probably get only seven letters back and forth! Plus--do you know how much it costs to send letters to the United States?" A kid protested as I ran my fingers through my curly brown hair.

 "Ah, but thanks to the invention of email, you don't need to!" He shuffled the papers began to pass them out.

 A boy from the back of the class looked up before he got his paper and raised his hand. The teacher pointed to him and the kid spoke up. "What is the paper for then?" He asked, sounding more confused than a blonde in a college movie.

 "Your pen pal's bio." Mr. Johnston replied, grinning. He came to me and looked down. "Mr. Styles?" He asked and I nodded. He placed the piece of paper faced down and I noticed there was a paper clip. I ran my finder over it before flipping it over. When I did, I looked at the name that was done in silver lettering.

 "Andrea Solerentos." I whispered. Pretty name. My eyes drifted over to the attached photo and my breath hitched. I've never seen this girl before but she was drop dead gorgeous. I have to admit, I thought I was going to get some clumsy, geeky kid like me. She had slightly tanned skin that matched her Carmel brown hair. It was straight and fell perfectly over her shoulders, her bangs swept to the side so it looked like it joined up with the rest of the hair. Covering some of it was a teal beanie that looked a lot like one I had at home. She had plump cheeks and a nice smile that was nicely complemented with a pair of dimples. Her eyes caught me next. They were an icy blue that sent a chill down my spine and almost looked like they had some special power that could freeze me right there.  I attempted not to smile, and there was no denying I was attracted to this Andrea person.

 "Cute, isn't she Harry?" Mr. Johnston asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked around and noticed nobody was here.  I began to blush realizing I was staring at her picture the entire period, and now that I think about it, that sounds really creepy.

 "I'm sorry sir, I'll leave. See you tomorrow." I said, scooting past him. I removed the picture and paper clip and put it safely in my left pocket while folding the paper and putting it in my other pocket. I shuffled down the school hallways, pushing past the groups of ass holes who gathered in the middle of the hallways, whispering rude things under the breaths. I eventually reached the school doors and shoved them open, revealing the brisk outside air making me shiver. There was a patch of ice that reminded me of that girl’s icy look. I pushed the thought aside before I continued to think about her. I took my jacket that I was wearing and pulled it closer, breathing out of my mouth only to see the fog, giggling at the old memories of me pretending to smoke as a child.

 I neared my house and stuffed my hands in my pocket looking for my keys. I felt the paper brush past my hands and I carefully moved past it until I hit my keys, yanking them out and in the process throwing them behind me--by accident of course. I groaned and walked towards the thrown keys. I bent down to pick them up but brushed hands with some lady who also tried to pick them up for me. "I'm sorry." She said. It was an American accent mixed with an English one. I looked up and her face looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't figure it out. She shoved her hands in the forest green trench coat and continued to hustle past me, dropping her head and most likely staring at the ground. I rolled my eyes at what I think was an attitude and swiped up the keys and walked back up to my flat, unlocking the door and dropping my bags by the door.

 "Mum! Dad! I'm home!" I announced. I heard them respond from different rooms and I headed to the kitchen, placing a poptart in the toaster. I took Andrea's bio out of my pocket and began to read it. Favorite Song: Isn't she lovely. Favorite color: Orange or blue. Favorite Movie: Mean Girls or Titanic. Favorite Animal: Cats. I laughed at it. We had so much in common it was slightly creepy. I knew we would be good friends, if she was open to it. I might as well find out. I rushed upstairs to my laptop and logged into my email. I typed in her email and began to start the message.

Hey Andrea!

 My name is Harry Styles, as I'm guessing you already know. We have a lot in common and it's quite funny. So you're from America? What state? Damn, I haven't done this in ages. I'm sorry if I sound really weird, I come off like that sometimes. I'm really clumsy so I think that explains a lot. I know this sounds really flirty but you are kind of cute. If you want you can call or text me, you know so it's easy to stay in touch. ;) Nah I'm kidding. Do you own a cat by the way? If you do send pictures. :3 I love cats. I have a bunch of funny pictures and I like to do cute cat noises. Wow I am a total geek. I hope you get this and don't hate me. :)

 Love,

    Harry 'Hazza' Styles

 I grinned at my accomplished work and sent it, quickly turning upset when I realized I didn't proof read it or anything. "Oh god I hope I didn't send anything rude." I said, worry obviously evident in my voice. Damn, I'm so bad with first impressions. That's why I don't have any friends.

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