Today was the day Niall and I was going to perform for the music hour project which determined whether we will stay or not.
We have been practising every day, without wasting a single minute. We helped each other for our betterment and were pretty confident we would make it but I was still extremely nervous.
I didn't really have a problem performing for an audience. I had always been a good presenter and after delivering a good presentation in chemistry I was content with my abilities to put up an adequate show.
What really rattled my nerves was the fact I was not talking in this performance, I had to sing.
I had always been self-conscious about various aspects of my life. I was bullied in high school for my curly hair, my large hands and not being able to grow a proper beard even after I've hit puberty and so much more.
I knew it was all because I had higher grades than those who chose to bully me for such petty issues but it did make me opine on those matters.
It was until Zayn came along and took the role of defending me and helped me understand that it was okay and everybody is different in their own way which is what makes them special.
People had always told me I had a good singing voice and those who have heard me sing assured me that I was an exceptional singer. I don't deny it but in this university, I am again seen as a content achiever and I am sure many of my fellow aspiring engineers choose to look at me as a competition.
It's human nature. If someone is better than you at something no matter how insignificant it is, you get jealous and suppose them to be a threat.
I knew it was Mr.Hill's judgement we should look forward too and not what others might think of me but the thought of being opinionated scares me.
I wake an hour early to make myself look more presentable. I showered extra and spent a whole 15 minutes on my hair to make my curly locks somewhat tamed. I decided to wear a simple grey knit sweater as it was quite cold this morning with some dark denim pants.
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I looked over to my wristwatch which I never wear and it was time on which I usually wake up.
I quietly creep up to Zayn's room and find him sprawled on his bed. I smile and reach over to wake him up.
"time to get up z"
"whaa?" He mumbles with his eyes half open
"c'mon up mate I'll make you some breakfast"
He hums and sits up on the bed "why are you already dressed up?"
"I have my music performance today, just wanted to make sure I look okay"
"Oh haz, don't be nervous" he frowns
I smile at how this boy can read me like an open book.
"get ready I'll make you some breakfast" I give his leg a pat
I go to the kitchen area and start preparing the pancake mix and put some water in a kettle to boil.
We had one of the privileged dorm houses which had two separate rooms one bathroom a living room and a little kitchen
Zayn and I had excellent grades in our first year so the university rewarded us by moving us the few of these privileged dorm houses from our regular dorms.
It was just like an apartment only smaller yet zayn and I had been more than happy to be staying here.
I finish stacking up the pancakes when zayn emerges from his room.
"Pancakes!" He yells making me giggle as I offer him some syrup
"So harry, what song are you performing today?"
"Zayn, you know I won't tell you, if I had to I would have told you a week ago. Niall and I want it to be a surprise"
"For whom?" he whines
"You"
"Me?" He chokes
"Yes, you"
"So why won't Niall tell Liam?"
"Don't be mad but, he already knew and just pretended not to"
"Harry! what are you singing?"
I chuckle at his desperate demand "I'm not serenading you or anything I just want to thank you for making me feel confident and help me through my life at times I didn't have anyone"
"Oh Harry"
"I could give you hint, it's your favourite artist's song"
"You're singing Bruno! harry what song?" He exclaims and looks like he's about to cry
"Not telling you, but I know you adore it"
"I adore all his songs. Oh my god! I will explode, tell me"
"It's only a few hours z, you're coming to see me right"
"Of course I am"
"Good, now eat up!"
We reached our first hour just in time for the lecture to begin. Mr.Tomlinson looks up to see us walking in and gives me a charming smile, so contagious I couldn't help myself and smile back.
Zayn and I were quick to settle down on our seats and the lecture began.
Louis's POV
I glanced down at my watch to see there were still a few minutes left for the lecture to begin. I looked around the class to see only Harry and his raven-haired friend- Zayn were the only ones missing.
The past week has been so stressful for me but yesterday, when Harry had said he didn't believe in those nonsense rumours, made me omit all my worries.
I know these feelings I have started to develop are dangerous but I can't control them. Ever since I had that dream about Harry I can't stop myself but to analyse it. It's not that I was against the actions ensued in the dream but he's my student.
He's seems so innocent even though he's a boy of quite the age. He's man but yet he has this touch of effeminate to his personality.
His chocolate brown curls that always seem to be in an unruly manner but appear so perfect. His face carved by the almighty himself with his plump pout that you never want to stop kissing and his eyes, those forest green orbs that you can get lost into just by staring at them for a few moments.
The boy was overall gorgeous and I had to figure out a way to stop myself from having these funny feelings about a student.
My thoughts were cut in by the two boys walking down the hall. My eyes were locked with the lad who was on my mind constantly for the past 24 hours. He looks up at me and I smile at him because why not but I feel my heart speed up when he returns the gesture with a dimpled grin. Can he be more perfect?
I begin the lecture failing to keep my eyes from wandering over to the boy who was listening intently to my words while copying down in his notebook. I feel my gaze to be very unsubtle but that didn't stop me from looking at the boy.
The hour ended and I concluded the class by saying there was no homework to be done and they all can enjoy the weekend. I didn't plan to be so generous but the events of the previous week occupied most of my time and couldn't prepare anything for the students to do over the weekend.
But I've made a mental note to not to let anything bother me again now that I've found the culprit behind my misery
