Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 6

Bella's POV

It was Monday.

The worst day of the week to every teenager in this universe. It's a known fact. It's the beginning to another week of highschool. Which was a horrible, soulless place. But like every other Monday, I'm forced to go to school. So that's what I did. Although this morning was differnt. I had spent all weekend thinking of one person; Harry.

I wrote down questions, just as he asked. They where simple and not to forceful, only because we have just met. But I wasn't worried about the questions I asked him. I was worried about what he asked me. I wasn't as much worried, I was anxious.

What if he asked me questions about my parents? Or friends? And the worst thought in my mind: what if he was using the questions just to show the whole school and humiliate me? I didn't want to think that because he was so nice to me, and didn't seem like trouble at all. He did spend a whole lunch period of his time with me. And no one did that. Plus he's the one who want me to open up. If he was just using me why would he make an effort? I didn't want to think about it.

So Monday, or not, I got out of my comfy bed and got ready for school. I pulled my much needed glasses on. As usual I dressed in skinny jeans and a t-shirt. My hair was wavy and natural. I wish I knew some stuff about beauty. I mean, I know what makeup is and when I was younger my mom would dress me and put some on me for fun. But I had no clue how to even wear or apply makeup. And I wish I had the time to do my hair. It was too long, wavy and out of control some mornings. So instead of rummaging through my moms hair stuff I put my hair in a braid down my shoulder, and messed it up a bit. I hated slick hair styles they are annoying.

Without a doubt I'm almost late. So again I grab my bag and rush out the door, eating a banana on my way to school. I get to homeroom and have just enough time to read a full chapter of my book. Thankfully nobody bothered me today so I got a good read in. When the bell rings I almost forget about how Harry is in my math class. Yet we can't talk because, first, the teacher is strict, and second, we don't sit next to eachother. But we sit fairly close. I almost fast walk just to get there early to give him my notebook. Or even just to wave as a hello. I don't know why I'm in such a giddy mood, maybe because it's literally been years since human interaction.

When I get into class I have a good 20 seconds to smile at Harry. When I see him, he looks great. He's wearing a SnapBack and a white t-shirt with black jeans. I look at him and he sees me. He cracks a stunning smile. I can only think of how he sees me in his eyes, which only made me insecure. I smile back at him and then bell rings, so I take my seat. I can't help but notice another girl talking to harry. A she had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. I wonder what I would look like if I put myself next to her. I would look like a homeless man. I look down trying to avoid how horrible I looked and instead tried to focus on our lesson that I was forced to take notes on. But I can't help but think, why would Harry even consider me as a friend, when he can have so much better?

I adjust my glasses and try really really hard to focus on the lesson and not to let that one tear that's lingering in my eye fall.

I just hate how insecure I get. I mean I see one girl talk to harry! One! And I can't even control myself. Now I feel plain stupid. I wish I could just run out of this classroom, and hide in my tiny art room. When I look again, the girl is quietly giggling and looking at Harry with flirty eyes. Of course I couldn't see Harry's face, but I could only hope he wasn't smiling flirtatiously back. Now I feel even more stupid. I had just met him, it's not like he's betraying me. I shouldn't get jealous over one girl, it's dumb. Yet, I can't help but feel jealous.

Thankfully the class is over through and I payed enough attention to the lesson to know what it's about. When everyone. Rises to their seats I see Harry stop me. "Hey, was your weekend good?" He asks me making my smile beam right when he sees me. I was about to nod and flash a bright smile. But of course, the blonde girl sneaks I between us, completely not seeing me.