Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Two

Meredith's P.O.V

After getting my time tables, I headed for homeroom which was in room 201. So I have to climb up some stairs. This is the time where I wished school's had lifts but then again I'm scared of lifts since I'm afraid I'll get stuck in one and die in it. Not die. Rot. And then die.

I walked up to room 201 which the door was closed. Isn't homeroom supposed to be finished by now? It's been what 20 minutes already. 

I knocked on the door and then opened the door to the room. 

Everyone snapped their head towards me.

The teacher was in the front of the room, sitting at his desk. He was about in his 30's. 

"Are you Meredith Watson?" He asked while looking down at a sheet of paper.

"Yes," I replied. "That would be me," I added with a small smile.

"Well, you are late Ms. Watson," He stated. 

Like I didn't know. Thanks for pointing out the obvious Mr. Whatever-the-fuck-your-name -is.

"Since you are new to this school, I will not give you detention but if it happens again you will get it." He explained.

I nodded. I placed my bag on my other shoulder since it was hurting my right one. Why didn't I put all this shit in my locker? I have to remember to put my books in before second period.

"You may take a seat next to Mr. Styles," The teacher said. What the fuck was his name? 

"Um, can you tell me your name at least," I asked. A few student snickered which I don't know why. I mean what was funny? I just asked the man his name...

"My name is Mr. Simmons," He answered. 

"And who's Mr. Styles?" I asked. 

"Mr. Styles please raise your hand," Mr. Simmons said.

I looked around the room to see Harry raise his hand. Oh my mother loving god! Pain! Why am I getting punished.

"Can I sit somewhere else?" I asked. Some girls gasped. Huh?

"No. That will be your seat for the rest of the school year," The teacher replied.

I groaned loudly and went to sit next to the devil. Why him? He still had his hood on so I couldn't see his face clearly. Does he hate his hair or something? I sat as far away as him as I could. 

"Harry, please take off your hood," Mr. Simmons demanded.

"No," Harry sternly replied. His voice made me melt. Okay I sound like I'm in some romance novel.

"Harry, it's against the school rules to keep your hood on," The teacher stated.

"Fuck the school rules," Harry responded. Mr. Simmons sighed. 

How come he didn't call Harry out for swearing in class? Maybe it's a normal thing for him.

"Harry," Mr. Simmons said.

Harry huffed but slowly took his hood off. My eyes widened. Oh my god! Can this boy get anymore hotter?

He had chocolate brown curls that were pushed to the back showing his forehead, that had a bit of acne. His face was beautiful. Besides his eyebrow ring and lip ring which kind of suited him.

I can't imagine him without them. 

"What?" He snapped. I realized that I have been staring at him for who knows how long.