the freshman | h.s.

[3] virgin mary

·H A R R Y ·

I was sitting in 5th period which seemed like it lasted for 3 hours. I kept peering at the clock, 5 minutes. Thank God!! Since Mr. Roberts never teaches anyway, I put my head down in my arms and found myself drifting to sleep.

"Harry, Harry wake up!!"

I felt small hands wrapping around my biceps, shaking me. My head jerked up.  

"WHAT!! " 

I screamed with an agitated voice. 

I raised an eyebrow as my eyes scanned a short firery red head up and down. 

"Oh, Lacey. Sorry I just..." 

"Class is over. you fell asleep. Haha. And You're fine, Styles. But... can I ask a favor of you?" 

As Lacey was talking I slid from my desk and picked up my folders and papers. Lacey and I walked through the class room door and tried to stay semi close in the hallway so she didn't get interrupted by people while she was asking her favor. I got my hopes up that it would be something I can enjoy. 

"Yeah, go for it." 

"Uh... would you mind driving me home?" 

I stopped walking and stepped in front of her, biting my lip. She looked up and her maple brown met my jaded green eyes. 

"What..? why are you looking at me like that?" 

She asked cocking her head and flashing a white smile. She began to look down once her face started turning beet root red. 

"Haha. I would LOVE to take you home" 

I smiled and grabbed her hand in mine lightly and led her out the door. 

"You aren't too bad, Styles." 

She said as she skipped a little so she wasn't lagging behind me.

·L A C E Y·

Harry led me out to the parking lot and was still grasping my hand, until we stumbled upon his black range rover. He opened the.door for me and tipped his head then hopped in on the drivers side. 

"So, why'd you want me to drive you home?"  

he asked as he looked over the back of his seat and started reversing. His Ray-Bans were sending off a reflection that bounced off thia windows and pierced my eyes. 

"My car is out of gas." 

"Hmm. I see." 

************** 

Once Harry pulled up to my mansion of a house, he opened my door and walked me up to the entrance. 

"Thank you." 

I said as I fiddled with the keys to the front door. 

"Don't thank me, babe." 

Harry replied turning around and walking.to the car. 

"Wait." 

He turned around and nodded, I guess that meant I could continue talking. 

"Eh, would you uh...uh... l-like to c-come in so we can uhm... do homework?" 

I probably sounded so incredibly stupid at the moment. 

"Hahaha. Sure!" 

We walked into the house and his jaw dropped. I walked led him into our living room where I found a note taped to the flat screen that.was plastered onto the wall. I opened it and found the beautiful cursive print.of my mother's hand writing.