Falling for you.

3

It took several minutes to reach the girls bathrooms. Liam explained, blushing, that there was only one in the whole school as only boys attended. Dani had accidently spilt her juice over me. I spent a couple of minutes to rinse off mu jumper, then took an extra few to check my make-up. I wasn’t wearing much. Only a bit of mascara and lipgloss.

We hurried back to the common room. My hand were shaking again – I didn’t want to be late on top of everything else.

Mr Claud, Mrs Clarke and the girls from my school had been joined by four boys, all of which were standing in a row against the wall behind Mr Claud. My heart was pounding so hard I’m surprised it didn’t break ribs. All the boys look up when I walked in, but I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked over to Danielle and Eleanor.

Mr Clau ran a had though his blonde hair and started organising the readings. He got Dani to read Lady Capulet – Juliet’s mother – with a boy with black hair, then asked her to try the nurse, with me as Lady Capulet.

We didn’t read much, just a few lines each time. Mr Claud kept switching the boys around and asking the girls to read different roles. I completely lost track of who has read what. All I knew was the we hadn’t got to Romeo and Juliet yet.

Then, at last, Mr Claud called over to a tall, curly-haired boy who had been lolling against the wall at the end of the row.

“Harry, come read with Eleanor.” He barked.

The boy loped towards us. Though he didn’t look up, there was something about him that commanded the room. That made you watch him.

He was Romeo. He had to be.

“Act 2, scene 6” Mr Claud said. “Right, Harry. Start with Romeo’s line: ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy…”

El wiped her hands on her skirt.

And Harry finally looked up. He stared at the door as he spoke his first line, then he turned and looked at El. His eyes wandered over her face as her spoke, and then he looked away again.

I watch him, mesmerised. He was good. Unbelievably good. Way better than everybody else. His voice was strong and clear and flexible. The lines contained lots of old-fashioned words that you’d have to really think about to undertand. But Harry made their meaning clear by just speaking them.

As El started her lines, I stared intently at Harrys face. He was very good-looking. He matched the curly-haired part of my fantasy guy. He had an amazing jaw-line.

There was something about him. Something that meant you couldn’t look away. The way his fringe flopped over his eyes. The way his nose has quite big nostrils. This way his mouth curved up at one side as he spoke. Above all, his face was so expressive. Just the blink of an eye and you could see his whole being flood with shock or anger.

I felt movement next to me and turned to see Liam Payne, who had his eyes firmly on El’s bum.

He must have sensed me looking at him, because he suddenly went red and shifted his gae to me.

“They’re good, aren’t they?” He whispered.

My mouth was dry as I nodded.  “What’s his name?” I already knew obviously, but I was hoping Liam would tell me his full name.

“Harry. Harry Styles.”