New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

02

My first class of the day was English, which I shared with all of them. Zayn sat behind me, Noah to my left and Louis behind her. I had already started regretting the choice of helping the newbies— who still hadn't made an appearance.

I was happy with the selection of teachers this year. English was taken by Ms.Ruth, a woman in her late 20's. She was very nice and understanding.

"Settle down class." She called out from her seat at the front. As the murmuring of students slowly died down, she stood up from her seat and leaned on the table. "We have a new student, as most of you know." She eyed Noah, who was practically squealing.

"I want all of you to be on your best behaviours and greet him properly." She added the last bit sternly, knowing our class had a tendency of ruining lives. Well, not really but you know what I mean. "Please come in." Ms.Ruth called out.

The door creaked open, and walked in a boy. He was very tall, about 6ft something, had messy brown hair—the kind that looks like you just rolled out of bed but in a sexy way. He was dressed in a Rolling Stones t-shirt with black skinny jeans and had rings on his finger.

Oh Jesus take the wheel.

I realised I was swooning when Noah elbowed me, eyeing me with a knowing smirk. "You're welcome."

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat to get my posture right. I thanked the Lord above that I chose to sit in the second row today, as I got to stare at this Greek god.

"Introduce yourself." Ms.Ruth smiled warmly.

"Hi, I'm Harry." His voice. God, it was so raspy and the way he drawled his words.

"Yes daddy!" A girl hollered from the back. And all I could think was yes, girl, yes. An amused smile played on his lips.

"Quiet Lenore!" Ms.Ruth scolded as she turned her gaze back to him. "Harry, tell us about yourself please."

"Uh, I recently moved here from Cheshire because of my dad's work." He furrowed his brows, as if he were thinking, "I play soccer, I sing sometimes and I have a younger sister. That's about it."

"Wonderful Harry, now if you would please find yourself a seat." Ms.Ruth went back to her table as she opened her lesson planner. "It's a free class today, so do whatever."

Harry was eyeing each set of desks. I was looking down at my hands. We still hadn't made eye contact, and I was glad because I was sure to melt if he looked at me. His eyes skimmed through the back row, to the fourth and then to the second.

The exact moment I lifted my head, my eyes met his green ones, and I'm telling you, my soul almost left Earth. His beautiful eyes looked at the empty seat on my right, before a small smile tugged on his lips.

Oh God.

He made his way towards me and plopped himself down on his chair. He situated himself until he was comfortable and then turned to look at me.

"Hi." A simple word, yet it made me get so many butterflies.

"Hey." I smiled, my heart racing. Should I say my name Or is that too forward? I've only just met him. I can't-

"What's your name beautiful?"

Yup, it's official. I died, went to heaven, then came back alive again.

"I-It's Zara." I stuttered, feeling a light flush settle on my cheeks.

Suddenly his chair was kicked at from the back, which resulted in him almost being knocked over. We both turned around to an amused looking Louis and a glaring Zayn.

"And I'm Zayn, her brother." What the hell was he doing!? He couldn't scare Harry away.

Harry looked he was connecting the dots, and then another smug smile appeared on his face. "Twins? I must say, she inherited most of beauty." He winked at me.

"Yeah and I inherited the muscles, so don't get any ideas." Zayn's threat was now in the open and I didn't waste time to see how Harry would react.

"So Harry," I turned back in my seat, hoping he would follow. "How old are you?" He turned in his seat too, leaning more towards me now. "I'm 18."

"Hi!" An over-enthusiastic voice greeted him. Harry was taken aback as he looked past me to Noah. Noah looked downright adorable with her wide smile.

"And who might this cutie be?" Harry raises a brow, resting his arm on top of my chair. With our close proximity I could smell his cologne–and God.

"I'm Noah, nice to meet you!" Noah introduced herself. She didn't seem fazed at all. The three of us talked most of the period and Noah was more than happy to tell Harry that I was his guide.

As soon as the bell for English had rung, everyone began filing out of the room. I saw Zayn getting ready to come over to me and I fled the room.

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-Perfectzjm