Hold On

Chapter Three

I think about Harry on my walk home. The way his mesmerizing eyes look into mine when I’m speaking to him. His perfect jawline that lines his face and his plump, pink lips that he constantly runs his tongue over. His dark brown curls that he runs his fingers through which leaves a permanent streak through the top of his hair. His flirty smirk and the way he smiles at me. Also his politeness and his eloquent way of speaking which makes my heart flutter. There is also something mysterious about him that I haven’t quite figured out yet.

I walk into my house and walk straight up the stairs to my room. I kick off my shoes and fall onto my bed. It feels warm and cosy which instantly relaxes me. I reach for my laptop at the end of my bed and open it up. I check my email and Tumblr while searching some information for homework. I grab my homework out of my school bag and start writing some stuff down.

After an hour I’ve finished most of my homework. I reach my arm out and lazily grab my sketchbook from under a pile of books. I open to a clean page and attempt to sketch Harry. I try so many times to draw him but it doesn’t look right though, I can’t get his face and hair perfect. I rub bits out and try again but it doesn’t work. He will always be too beautiful for a pencil to put on paper. I put my sketchbook down on the floor and lay on my bed. I stare at the ceiling for what seems like forever. It’s funny how time passes so quickly when you’re alone with your thoughts.

After dinner I shower and go to bed. I’m absolutely exhausted. My eyes start to feel heavy and I turn the lamp of and slowly drift to sleep, thinking of Harry in the back of my mind.

Rain beats hard against the windows of the car as my mother drives me to school the next morning. I look out the window at the pale scenery while I listen to the slow music from my earphones. My mum pulls up at the front of school and I quickly open my umbrella and run through the school gates.

I find a sheltered area where I stand with my earphones in while I wait for the bell to ring. I look around at all the students in big coats and boots, everyone chats away happily in big groups while I stand here alone. I look up and my eyes linger over to Harry standing alone by himself looking down at a book. He’s standing against the school building where he is sheltered by the rain. He looks up from his book every few seconds and looks around at all the people waiting for class to start. It looks like he is trying to find someone.

I keep staring at Harry and his gaze falls on me. We lock eye contact and Harry smiles shyly. He starts to walk over to me and my heart beats faster as he gets closer and closer. I take my earphones out and smile at Harry as he approaches me. His brown curls are a little bit wet from the rain and he wears the same coat and boots he wore yesterday. He wears skinny jeans again today as well. I think this is Harry’s signature style.

“Hey,” Harry smiles.

“Hi Harry,” I say.

Harry looks up at the sky. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

I laugh. “Sure is.”

Harry giggles and his cheeks begin to blush. He runs his fingers through his hair and smiles at me.

“So, are we going to do our history project this afternoon?” Harry asks.

“Um, yeah sure,” I say. “Do you want to do it at my house or yours?”

Harry looks at the ground like he really has to think about my question.

“Would we be able to do it at your house?” Harry asks me. His eyes widen and he looks worried like I’m going to say no. “Of course we can,” I smile. “My parents won’t mind.” Harry smiles and looks relieved. “Thank you Rose,” He says gratefully.