Harry's P.O.V
I turn over in my bed and glance at my clock, it reads 7:04 'Shit!' I think to myself.
This is going to be my first day at my new high-school and I'm not looking forward to it. The sheets are kicked to the edge of my mattresses and I reluctantly climb out of bed. My eyes dart to my closet and I see the overflowing shirts and pants.
I grab my favorite black shirt and skinny jeans. My curls are seemingly untamable so I only attempt at combing them down before giving up and walking downstairs.
My black book bag is hanging on the corner of a kitchen chair so I grab it and swing it over my shoulder.
I grab the keys to my range rover and head out the door. My eyes dart down to my phone and the time reads 7:12. Perfect, I have to be at school by 7:30.
The keys are put into the ignition and the drive to school seems like an eternity.
My car pulls up to the parking lot and there are multiple other students gathered around a red pickup truck. Four or five guys are all gathered around the truck and it seems they are laughing about something.
I have no interest in associating with them so I try to park on the opposing side. My feet seem to have a mind of their own because right now I wish I was anywhere but here. I'm so sick of being the 'new guy' at school. Nobody can accept the fact that I'm gay.
I make my way into the office and I see a plump old lady in a blue blazer sitting at the front desk. She must be the secretary. Her black name tag reads Mrs. Welch.
"Hello ma'am, I'm a new student here and I need my class schedule, if it helps... My name is Harry Styles.
She grunts and types something into her computer. The printer to her left starts to rumble and a pink slip of paper appears through the little slot.
The secretary hands it to me with out question and I now see it is labeled 'class schedule'
Mrs. Welch looks at me and finally says "if you need anything else, just let either me or the office know."
