That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Thirty-Seven

* D a r c y *

I sat in class remembering Harry's sorrowful action towards his mother while he weeped. Once I saw him crying, and hugging his mother. I walked away.

I didn't know what to do but, to leave. He didn't even get a chance to notice I was there, since I It was all so sudden. It's all an act, I just know it.

"Permission slips in!" Yelled my choir teacher.

I passed my permission slip in to my teacher since my mother signed it this morning.

"You are not working right?" Amanda asked.

"No, I called Bonnie to tell her about it. Though she thought I was lying. I told her last Monday that I needed a day off on Thursday because of this. She let me though." I answered with my all day smile. "So, how did you ask Harry?"

"Oh." Amanda blushed. "Well, you said that he doesn't talk right? I just went up to him really."

"When I began talked to him he gave me a blank mysterious stare." I rolled my eyes. "Did he to you?"

"Same." She shrugged but then smiled. "But I took control and just asked him if he was an alumni, he nodded. I asked if he likes dark places and dancing people, he nodded. Then I asked if wanted to go to winter formal with me, and he nodded to my surprise. I got so excited I hugged him."

Amanda sounded so cheerful because of this but it made me cringe when she mentioned she hugged him. I just want to explain the way he is, and what he has done. Amanda looked so happy that I backed out on telling her. If Harry does something, I'll tell Jason.

"I'm very happy with that." I genuinely was.

"Thanks, I just- I can't- I need- AH!" She screamed very loud as she sounded like a fan girl.

"Amanda." Our choir teacher hissed.

"Sorry." She whispered and screeched silently as she gripped my shoulders, and shook me so violently. It made me laugh.

"Girls." Our teacher hissed again.

"Sorry." We whispered and sat quietly, but Amanda stomped her feet in excitement.

"Now, you're call time is at 5:30 and we meet here in the choir room." Announced our choral director. "Director Mrs. Smith from University Chicago will be hosting the festival. They have the same song as Madrigals-"

[Madrigals: a fancy word for Advanced Mixed Choir]

"You're madrigals too!" Whispered Amanda, and I nodded.

"What song?" Said a peer.

"Jamaican Noel." My teacher answered.

My eyes widen, and everyone in the room 'ooh'd' at me since I tried out for the solo for it and successfully got it. In the song, there are two soloist; a male and a female while the choir responds to them. It's a difficult song but, nerves began to build because the girl in that university might be ten times as good, and thoughts of me singing a little worse because of that. It sorta brought me down.

"Don't worry Darcy." My teacher cheered me up. "Try your hardest, we all know how good you are!"

The class began to cheer me up and suddenly I wasn't as worried. It should be good.

~*~

"Everyone in the bus?" My choir teacher asked while she stood at the front if the bus.

She began to take roll, walking down the bus aisle. I brushed my black choir dress off and fixed my slipping bra strap up.