Texting You (not continuing any further)

•Chapter 8•

~Harry Styles~

•Monday: Rude People•

Getting ready for another crap day at school, I wore my usual clothing: white shirt and black jeans with my brown boots. Finishing my cereal putting my dishes in the sink, I grabbed my phone texting N.

"Hey, meet me at the library."

"Will do :) see you then ;)" she texted after I waited a couple seconds, smiling uncontrollably I left my apartment. Arriving at school, I did my usual placing my helmet in the front office and collecting my books for today. Heading to he library walking up the stairs, I saw N sitting on her table. I walked up to her wrapping my arms around her kissing her cheek.

"Morning."

"Good morning." She blushed, I held her hand taking her to my spot. There's 30 minutes till class starts so we have enough time to hang out till first lesson. She sat down next to me, placing her brown satchel next to her. She's wearing a white knitted sweater and leggings with her usual black converses.

"Whats your first lesson today?" I asked her.

"I actually changed my subjects around. I have mine all with you now." She smiled at me, grabbing my hand in hers.

"Oh really?" I lift up my eyebrow.

"Yes really, I was going to ask you about it, but I figured you'd be okay with it. Are you okay with it though?"

"Of course I am." I kissed her temple. "Just don't expect me to talk much. You know me."

"And you know me."

As we both headed to history class 10 minutes early and seated where I sat, this is my first time having someone seat next to me during class. Mr. Lawson walked up to us, while fixing his patterned tie.

"Harry, you seem different today?" He asked, I smiled looking down while my eyes are looking at Natalie next to me. "Natalie, you seem different also. Is something going on?"

"Nothing sir, just a good day." She said.

"You always hate Monday's Nat."

"Well, that's changed." She looked at me, smiling.

"Well, okay, class starts soon. Harry I'll give you the next assignment now." He walked to his desk finding the assessment sheets. I turned to my girlfriend next to me.

"You better not get me distracted." I whispered.

"Don't worry, I won't."

Soon students filled the class seating in their seats. Once I got my assignment sheets, I plugged my music into my ears focusing on he subject about immigration, looking up, I saw students looking at me and whispering something to their friends, are they talking about me? Is it because I have someone next to me?

"Psst," I heard one of the girls say over my music, I turned it a bit down wanting to hear what they have to say. "You, yeah you, girl next to the weird boy. Come sit over here." I couldn't help but feel my heart ache inside my chest. This is what students do at my school, they move anyone away from me just because they think I'm weird. I'm not weird. I looked at Nat, seeing her eyes show sadness. Why is she sad? Is she moving away from me...

As if she was reading my mind, she wrote down something on the page of her book.

"I'm not leaving you Harry. They don't know you like I do." I smiled at her mouthing a thank you. She shook her head saying no to those bitchy girls who have her glares.

Soon our lesson was finished and I headed out the classroom with Natalie next to me. We both got looks, disgusted looks and complete shock looks. Why are people in my school so judgmental? Why can't they just leave us alone. I heard people whispering to their friends and laughing afterwards, I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed Natalie's hand and rushed to our next class, English, walking into the classroom still hand in hand, Mrs. Farra looked at our hands smiling a bit. We both seated in my seat with N sitting next to me I can hear her breathing going on a fast paste. Did I really walk that fast? Grabbing my book out and continuing with my short story. I plugged my earphones in drifting into Ed Sheeran. I felt a nudge on my shoulder, looking to my right to see N, I took off my right earphone lifting up my eyebrow.