Texting You (not continuing any further)

•Chapter 3•

~Harry Styles~

•Wednesday: The Number•

Finally today is Wednesday, my first lesson is 'Music'. Miss. Tully who is the music teacher, is only 25, she was friends with Gemma , very close friends in fact. It isn't weird seeing her here and her being my teacher but it makes me comfortable to play music in front of her. I talk to her but not so much, she misses my sister terribly.

"Alright, settle down everyone. We'll be continuing with last weeks lesson so, I'll be handing out your music sheets that you's made. Your grade is also on there." She handed all the assessment sheets out and came to me. She placed mine on my desk with a blue sticky note attached to it. It read:

"Harry,

I would love for you to play this song at the end of the school year. It's such a perfect song and I'm sure everyone will love it. Please think about it, I'm giving you a good amount of time, also inform me when you've made your decision.

Tully."

Performing at the end of the school year? In front of people I dislike? No, I can't do that, I can't perform in front of people who don't like me and will judge me. I expect my end of school year to finally graduate and pursue my career as a artist or a singer, not be embarrassed by the entire high school. Looking at my grade as a 'A+' I smiled in accomplishment. The song I wrote was "Loved You First", it's for a group to sing it so I don't know how I'm going to perform it, if I do agree.

As my double lesson of music ended it was now recess, walking out the doors through the long hall way I made my way to the library. Sitting in my usual spot, as I grabbed out my banana and my Harry potter book that is almost finished, I continued reading from where I left off.

"Harry there are new books coming tomorrow, feel free to have a look." Mrs. Destiny said to me then walked away. I nodded turning my head back to my book, but I had a glimpse of black writing. Finding a number smudge on the book shelf, I put down my banana as well as my book, looking closer at the number, getting my phone out I input the number into my contacts naming it, "Stranger", I always leave my number blocked so that shouldn't be a problem messaging this person...

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Sitting on my couch, letting the sun shine in, the tv playing for some background noise, my fridge making sounds, I sat down staring at my phone. Why did I put this number on there? I thought to myself. This person won't even reply...will they? Well there's only one way to find out. Message this person.

"Hello." I typed and sent the message, putting my phone down on the coffee table, I waited for a sound to notify me that they messaged back. Around 10 minutes of waiting, I heard the sound.

1 new message from: stranger.

Sliding to unlock my phone I opened the message. The conversation went like this:

"Hi. Who's this?"

"I found your number in the library."

"Oh, I think I didn't rub it out properly, my bad :3."

"Yeah, is this like, freaking you out? That a complete stranger got your number from school?"

"I'm actually not that freaked out. I mean I thought no one goes in the library you know?"

"Tell me about it, I'm there during break time and no one's there."

"I know right. Wait, but if I'm in the library..why don't I see you? Or whoever you are?"