The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 3:

Harry’s POV:

     It’s Monday which means back to school. I hate Mondays… no I hate all weekdays… no wrong again I hate life therefore I hate every day. I was truly nervous that she may be mad at me from Saturday and then confront me about it. I was kind of nervous about getting jumped by the girl I love. Do girls jump boys? What do girls do when they’re angry? Well, I don’t know but I know that I’m nervous and it isn’t that good kind I felt last time I saw her.

      I opened the doors to the school. I didn’t bother running or hurrying I already missed my first class and my second class would be over in a minute. I went to my locker and opened it. I just stared at it. I have nothing I need to get. I have art next class and I don’t need anything for that. The bell ran and I gently shut my locker door unlike some of these other aggressive animals that take all of their adolescent problems out on the poor piece of metal that has done nothing to them.

       Mrs. Holland greeted me as I entered the empty room. I guess I was the first one here again; I should get some kind of award for this. I sat in my usual seat and waited. I didn’t really want to start a new painting because then I would get lost in it and then I wouldn’t notice if she sits next to me or not. Random kids filled the room, kids I don’t like. I looked up from my hands seeing the unique color of her hair in the corner of my eye. She stepped in and her eyes landed right on me she ran to the back of the room where I was sitting. I braced myself for her fist or foot or the floor.

       “Harry! Hi!” She said enthusiastically while she sat down in her seat next to mine. She didn’t hit me? And she wasn’t mad at me? “You know the other day when I said that I wanted to get to know you better? Well I meant it. I mean I really want to get to know you better. So I was thinking maybe during class we could play 20 questions? I know it sounds dumb but I don’t really know a better way than to just jump right in with you, Harry.” She spoke quietly but wow fast.

      “Y-You aren’t mad at me for running off on you Saturday?” I asked her. I was very surprised she actually wanted to get to know me after I was a jerk to her again. “Of course I’m not mad at you Harry. I figured you had another um… obligation. It’s cool though you can just tell me why you keep running off like that when you’re ready. I won’t rush you.” She whispered while looking deeply into my eyes almost like she was looking into my soul. I didn’t think I could love her anymore than I already did but then she said that she wasn’t going to rush me and I fell more in love with her then I thought was possible.

     “O-Ok. Y-You start.” I spoke quietly after she said that I felt even more scared than usual around her. Her face lit up and her mouth held a huge grin on it. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to say yes but of course I would say yes. I want to get to know her just as much if not more than she wants to get to know me. I know that a lot of people that go to North Bridge are scared of me or think I’m trouble or bad news or dangerous. But, actually I’m far from it and I get really nervous talking to girls just like others.

    “Alright! What was your first pet’s name?” she asked me. I actually had to think about that one I had a few pets when I was little.

      “I believe it was a goldfish named Oscar.” She laughed at my answer. I guess Oscar is a strange name for a goldfish but I don’t know why she was laughing that hard. I don’t care though I could listen to her laugh all day long her laugh is just amazing. It’s so loud and obnoxious and kind of annoying but that’s what makes it so incredible and unique.

        We went back and forth the entire art class while I sketched and she pretended to paint. We laughed a lot and I can honestly say I know her a lot better now and I am so happy that I do. The bell rang which meant my beloved art class was now over. So was my fun time with the gorgeous girl that talked to me all class long. This class was not only the best time that I’ve had with her but it was also the best time that I have had in my life.

      Next was lunch which meant I stayed in here in the art room and sketched through lunch while everyone else hung out in the cafeteria with their friends. “Hey Harry, are you coming to lunch?” She broke me out of my concentration on my dark sketch. I thought that she had already left to go eat lunch with all of the popular kids, since she is one of them.

       “Oh, uh no… I just stay in here…” I say awkwardly I didn’t exactly want her to know that I eat in here every day because not one person in this school will speak to me, forget about being friends or eating lunch with me. “Oh Harry don’t be silly you can eat with me! Just you and me none of the other kids that are supposedly my friends.” She says pulling me up out of my seat. I guess if I was eating just with her than I would go. She doesn’t scare me or make me feel threatened like the other kids do. I shyly nod my head ‘yes’ while grabbing my bag and waving to Mrs. Holland on my way out the door.

        Lunch was going surprisingly great. I have a slight fear of the cafeteria but she was distracting me from all of the things that I hate about the cafeteria. We were laughing about something that she just said when we were rudely interrupted by Bruce, her boyfriend and also the most popular guy in school. “Hey Babe. Why aren’t you sitting with me and our friends? Why are you sitting with this freak?” Bruce asked her.  I kept my eyes glued to my hands that rested on the table. I was terrified of making eye contact with Bruce because well… I was terrified of Bruce. I’ve never talked to him before but that doesn’t matter, I’m intimidated by him.

       “He’s not a freak! He’s very sweet and funny, unlike you. Just go away.” She said to him clearly pissed off and not in the mood to be bothered by him. I couldn’t help but notice that they act like they hate each other yet their dating. “Whatever! If you want to hang out with the schools psychopath than go ahead! Cause I don’t care!” Bruce shouted and then marched away. I couldn’t believe he just talked to her like that. Does he always treat her like that? She deserves so much better. I decided not to ask her about because she seemed to be a little upset by their confrontation. I’ll ask her about it another time.

       “Uh I-I’m sorry… you don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to you can go and sit with your friends and Bruce.” I whispered to her. I knew that this was my fault, I was keeping her away from her boyfriend and her friends and they were getting angry at her for it. As much as I love spending time with her I would much rather her be happy with them, then to sit with me and suffer through conversation. I know how much of a bother I can be and I know that I’m unlikeable. I don’t know what I was thinking her wanting to spend time with me. I guess it was just wishful thinking.

       “Are you crazy? Of course I want to sit with you I would rather eat lunch with you than them any day. I wish I had run into you years ago. You’re so much fun to be around and to talk to.” She grinned at me. I felt my cheeks heat up and I am positive that they are bright red right now. Maybe it wasn’t wishful thinking…

      “Harry, I was w-wondering if I could um maybe get your number?  So that I can text you or not… I mean you don’t have to.” She whispered. Was she nervous? I would gladly give her my cell phone number, if I had one. But, what teenager doesn’t have a cell phone? How am I going to tell her I don’t have one, be nice, and not get laughed at? That equation seemed impossible but I was willing to try my best.

       “Well, you see…. As much as I would love to give you my cellular devices number so that we can um ‘text’…. I don’t actually have one so I can’t… I’m sorry.” I spoke softly while staring at my hands ashamed. I felt one of her small gentle hands grasp one of mine from across the table we were sitting at. “That’s alright Harry. You don’t have to apologize, I understand. We’ll just have to get to know each other better at school, yeah?” She spoke comfortingly. I grinned making my lip piercing dig into my upper lip. I nodded my head and then hid my face again trying to keep the blush she caused out of her sight.

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