My Not So Normal Love Story

Chapter 5

"Harry Styles" he said. Harry huh.

"How old are you?" I asked. I wasn't sure what to say.

"17, how old are you?"

"16." I answered.

Then we just sat there in silence for a while. Not a word was spoken. I glanced over he had his hands halfway hidden in his maroon jacket sleeve, he was wearing gray sweat pants.

After a few more minutes of total awkwardness I couldn't handle it any longer. I pulled out my phone and headphones out of my pocket. The damn headphones were knotted up, if I were at home I would use them knotted up. But I'm not home. I'm sitting next to the most gorgeous man in human history. So I began untangling.

After what seemed like for damn ever I had them untangled. I plugged the head phones it at the top and decided to listen to Nightingale by Demi Lovato.

"Is that your phone?" I heard someone whisper, I took one of the ear buds out and Harry was looking at me, it felt like his green eyes were looking into my soul.

"Yeah" I stated.

"Didn't they take it?"

"No. She's going to take it later though. " I said. He just stared at me, it was making me uncomfortable.

"Do you wanna listen?" I asked offering him an earbud.

"Erm sure" said putting the ear bud in his ear.

"Do you wanna pick the song?" I asked. Was this what your supposed to say when letting someone listen to your music? I've actually never let anyone listen to music with me. I don't really have a lot of friends and the ones I do have listen to their own music. But for some odd reason I've always wanted too. I feel like it'd bring the friendship closer. That seems really weird. But that's just how I feel.

"No that's fine. This is okay" he said, a small hint of a smile forming on his lips.

"How long have you been here? You know at Farlows?"

"Next Friday makes a month"

"Oh really? Who do you usually talk to?"

"Well sometimes I talk to that guy over there in the green shirt," he said pointing towards the opposite side of the room, my eyes followed his finger to a younger looking boy who looked to be around 13 at the oldest.

"He kinda scares me though. I'm not sure why he does. He just does. But I normally talk to those guys" he was pointing at a a group of guys standing up toward the door. For someone reason I didn't feel like I liked them.

"I thought you didn't have any friends?" I said, jokingly teasing him. "I don't. just because I talk to them doesn't mean we're friends." I just sat and stared at him, trying to read his facial expression but it was unreadable.

"That sounded mean, sorry. But they're kinda mean. Their jokes are kinda harsh. Maybe I'm just not a good person to joke with. I don't know."

"I understand what you mean. I can't take jokes very well either."

"So what year are you in? Oh wait, you guys do grades here right? Why grade are you in?" Years? Do the call grades years in England?

"Um 10th. What about you?"

"I'm supposed to be in 11th but I'm in 10th too. I missed to much because of my depression so they kept me back." I guess I was lucky in that way. I went to school every day I could, before I was actually diagnosed. Not because I wanted to though. Mom and dad made me. But after I was diagnosed my doctor said it'd be a good idea to home school me. So mom and dad did.