Catch me When I Fall || Narry Storan

Harry's P.O.V

Harry's P.O.V.

Wednesday

It was a wednesday morning, boring as usual. Friends were trying to talk, boyfriends trying to kiss their girlfriends, that one guy running through the halls to his classroom because he wasn't prepared for the test. Then there was me, Harry, currently sat in front of the flagpole, not having a worry in life. Obviously I did but sometimes you just love to pretend that everything is okay, no one is stressed, life is just perfect. Those enjoyable 36 seconds soon came to an end when the 1-minute bell rang and I was practically on the other side of the school. 'I can always just not show up? Nah, mother would kill me... Screw it, French is just another migraine to deal with.'

Eventually I got to class, practically ran there, and one thing caught my eyes. Niall. Of course he was there, in my desk. Again. As I walked past all the girls staring at me, I headed back to my desk. I sat in the back of the classroom just in case, well, any girls wanted to join me. There were usually 5 or 6 kids sat in front of me so the back had somewhat good privacy.

"You're in my seat... again" I reminded the little blond Irish boy, rolling my eyes. He always does this and it never ceases to annoy me. Not a single time.

"I know... again"

"If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times, get out of my seat." I demanded, not wanting to have to deal with his attitude this early in the morning.

"Then I guess you have told me about ten thousand times" he reiterated and continued on with his work when the teacher entered the room.

"Mr. Styles, I'm going to have to ask you to take a seat or you will have an exclusive pass to detention." She exclaimed, clapping her hands as a few classmates laughed.

"Yes Ms. Peazer, Niall is in my seat though"

"Then I guess you will have to sit next to him."

She smirked and grabbed a piece of chalk from the tray, writing down announcements on the board. I glared down at the child while he smirked up at me. I sat down, giving up the mental battle I had between punching him or shoving him out of the chair. It was my chair to be fair, I engraved my name on it and everything. After Ms. Peazer finished writing announcements and lesson plans, we started class.

"Today class I am going to send home a permission slip and you need to bring these back next class or you will miss the opportunity to go to Paris!"

A majority of the girls, and even a few guys, started to squeal and grinned at me, hoping they could 'get with me'. Oh the perks to being popular. Soon the day was over, not without multiple deep sighs and asking myself if school was really worth it, and my mother signed off on the form so I that I would be able to go to Paris, I was shocked that she agreed so quickly since we would be gone for a month but nonetheless she did.

*Next Class Period (Friday)*

"Okay class turn in your slips and we will start planning everything for Paris which we are leaving for on Wednesday."

You see, our school colors are purple and gold so on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays we have purple days which is periods 1,3,5, and 7. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we have gold days which are periods 2,4,6, and 8. Periods 5 and 6 are both the same classes but one is for purple days and the other is for gold days. After period 5, and 6, we go to lunch.

"Listen up class, when you get home, pack a few suitcases since we will be in Paris for a month and also you will be roomed with your desk partner. If you are different genders make sure that if you have sex, be quiet especially you Mr. Styles." She smirked at me. How did she get her job again? And actually keep it?