I always enjoyed school, no bullies, awesome best friends. But there was this one boy, Harry Styles that I got so nervous around that I couldn't even talk to him. He was smart, cute, and really hot. He always hung out with his best friends Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Louis Tomlinson. I was walking to History class when I pumped into Harry, causing everything in my hands to go flying every where. " Oh my gosh! Rose! I'm so sorry!" Harry said as he hurried to go grab my things off the floor. " Oh, umm. That's ok, I wasn't watching where I was going." I said as I took my things from Harry. " Well, I gotta go to Math, but I'll see ya around Rose," Harry said then he rushed down to Math class. I walked into History, greeted by my best friend Gracie. " Oh my gosh, you talked to Harry, how'd that go?" she said. " well it was fine, no big deal we just ran into eachother is all." " But you should've seen the way he looked at you. He totally likes you." " Gracie, why would he like me? I'm sure he'd rather go out with Kristy Smith, the most popular girl in this school than me." " Oh dont be so sure, I'm sure he'd rather go out with you than that drama queen." " Man, I hope so.." After the final bell rang I walked home from school. It was freezing cold outside so I ran home instead. As soon as I walked through the door, my cellphone rang. " Hello?" " Hi Rose, it's Harry. I was wondering if you could meet me at Starbucks in a few minutes." " Uhh.... sure. I guess. See you then." " Ok. Cool. Bye Love." "Bye." OMG! I had to call Gracie. " Hello?" " Gracie!!! I have a crisis!" " What? What is it?!" " Harry, he called me. He wants me to meet him at Starbucks in a few minutes. I feel sick." " Rose, look. Your just nervous is all, have a good time. Ok?" " Ok, bye." "Bye." After I put my backpack up in my room, I got ready to meet Harry at Starbucks. I was a nervous wreck, I loved Harry. But I didn't want to look like a fool when I go meet him. Especially since it will just be me and him. I almost grabbed my phone to call and cancel, but my gut told me that everything would be ok. It took me 15 minutes to get from my house to Starbucks. When I got there I didn't see Harry yet, so I just got on my phone and texted Gracie. Then all of a sudden, I see this shadow hovering next to me, I look up. It was Harry. " Hi love, I'm glad you could make it." he said as he handed me a rose flower. The flower I was named after. " I'm glad you asked me to come. I didn't have anything going on tonight. So thanks." " anytime. So let's go inside. It's freezing out here." Me and Harry walked in, ordered our drinks and sat down. "So, how are you?" Harry asked, he sounded nervous. " Um well, I'm good. How are you?" I asked back, not sure what to say. " Oh I'm good. I hear you made Science Club President." " Yeah, I did how come your not in science club?" " I'm not that much into science to be honest. I'm just really into music. Are you?" " Yeah, I love to sing but I'm to shy." " Oh come on, I bet you sing good." " Well, I wouldn't say that. So um how are you and Kristy?" " Kristy? Kristy Smith? I'm not dating her." "Oh Harry, I'm sorry, I just thought..." " No, Rose, that's ok. Really everybody thinks me and Kristy are a thing because she tell's everybody that, but I like someone else." When Harry said that I seen his beautiful green eyes stare right at me. Me and Harry were there until Starbucks closed. When we left, he walked me home. " Well, this is my place. Thanks for asking me to go." " Your welcome, it was nice. Let's do it again sometime." " Yeah, totally. Let's...." Then I felt Harry's lips on mine, it was magical. Then he pulled away. " Uhh... I... Ummm.. Sorry Rose, I just got distracted by your beautiful face." " Harry. That was... it was.. amazing. And thank you." " Well, I better get home, goodnight Rose" " Goodnight Harry." I walked through the door my mom was in the kitchen. " Hey honey! Where have you been? It's 10:30." " Oh I was at Starbucks with a friend." " A friend? What kind of friend? I know it wasn't Gracie, because she hates coffee." " No one mom, just a boy." " A boy! Honey, what was his name?" " Harry. His name was Harry. Look mom, I'm tired. I'm going to bed night." " Alright, goodnight sweetheart." I ran upstairs as soon as I was out of sight of my mom. I ran into my room and shut the door. Then it hit me, what if she seen me and Harry kiss? Surely not, or else she would've said something. Because I knew how my mom was. But I was too tired to even think about anything, so I just fell right asleep. I woke up this morning and looked at my clock. It was 7:00, ughhh time for school. I got up, got dresses, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, did my hair, and ran out the door. I didn't even stop to tell my mom, dad, and sisters bye. Because I was afraid my mom would bring up last night's talk in the kitchen. When I got to school, Gracie came up to me at my locker. "Sooooo how'd your date go with Harry last night?" She asked. " It was nice, we talked, drank coffee, then he walked me home." " Ok. So nothing really special happened?" "Uh, well there was one thing, but you better promise not to tell anybody!" " yeah yeah I promise now tell me!" " ok, me and Harry.." "Me and Harry..." It was almost like I couldn't say the right words, I was afraid of what Gracie would say as soon as the word left my mouth. " Me and Harry kissed!" "What!" "He kissed you! OMG! Rose I'm so happy for you!!" Then Gracie gave me a big hug. The first class bell rang. Reading class. The first class I had with Harry. "Alright class, take your seats! Today's lesson is going to e about Tom Sawyer. Take out your books and turn to Chapter 1." Man, did I hate Mrs. Fritzen. She is always to loud. While I teed to read my book, I felt something hit my foot, I looked down and it was a note. I bend down and pick it up. I look up and see Harry smiling at me, then he winked. I open the note and it says, " I LOVE YOU -Harry."
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Rose and Harry
FanfictionHarry Styles is the boy Rose McCalister is crushing on. After they go on a Starbucks date together everything changed.