Your Reason~Harry Styles/1D Fanfiction

Harry, Student I.D.s, and Perfect Snogging

I’ll Be Your Reason To Be My Love

Chapter Two:

Harry, Student I.D.s, and Perfect Snogging

February 14th, 2011

After a rather divine snog-filled bus ride with Harry, it was at my stop. The bus came to a gentle halt as the breaks made a squeak noise. I then heard the sound of the exhaust resting and the bus was no longer moving. I felt Harry’s smile against my lips as I broke the kiss, but still remained so close to his face that our lips were half an inch apart.

 “Do you have to go?” his voice was so low that if you weren’t right in front of him you wouldn’t hear a word he was saying.

Honestly, I considered it for a minute. I could remain on this bus forever, or at least for the rest of the day for that matter. I’ll have to face my mother’s nagging interrogation of what happened between Derek and I. I’ll have to explain what happened all over again to Annabel, finish my schoolwork, and then prepare for my speech on the debate team tomorrow.

I still need to rehearse in front of the mirror which is why I’m reluctant to whisper slightly louder, “I do.”

I stare at him, as if burning his face in my mind for a moment. I then turn, bend down to pick up my oversized bag, and run out of my seat down the aisle. I place my right hand firmly on the handle to help get down the stairs and glance back at Harry as he flashes me a quick smile. Upon seeing this, I jump off the bus and skip down the gloomy road (at least it stopped drizzling) to get to my house.

So now here I am, still that same bloody Sunday only it’s 4:33 p.m. And my life couldn’t be worse for numerous reasons:

 1.)I was stupid enough to forget to give Harry my number

2.)Harry didn’t give me his number or a last name either so therefore I have no way of contacting him so I’ll probably never see him again.

3.)I lost my student I.D. which I need.

 4.)I completely bombed my forensic science homework so I’m pretty much a dead man..er, woman.

Instead of getting off my lazy butt like I should, I just sink further into the covers of my bed, as if that’ll save me.

 February 15th, 2011

I’m standing to the side of the stage, taking deep breaths as I prepare for my speech in about five minutes. I have to persuade the audience that the use of technology is a great, wonderful, fantastic thing to have in all school systems. My opponent is pretty bloody amazing, I must say, which is partially why I’m somewhat nervous. I never get nervous, so this is big.

As soon as I hear the audience clapping fiercely, I take this as my cue. I’m dressed in my plaid skirt with knee high socks, looking like a schoolgirl. Debate team requires this ridiculous get up, but it has its perks at times. I quickly adjust the headband on my head so that my hair is out of my face.

I step up to the podium at center stage as I clear my throat. I set my pages upright on the arch and look up to the audience to make eye contact. My pages consist of jumbled notes that sparks remembrance in my brain, so I don’t really have to write much.

 “My topic of the use of technical devices has taught me something significant. I’ve learned that whilst computers may be, in fact—” I pause to look up at the audience, skewering over every person. “—the only resourceful sense of—” While I was saying this and looking into the audience, I noticed one person who seemingly stood out of the crowd. And by God, I would recognize that wild hair anywhere. But the instant I noticed that Harry was in the crowd, I felt tense. I kind of froze in place. He smiled at me with that perfect twisted look and—