Steal My Girl ✓

t w e n t y - t h r e e

Taylor's POV

Friday finally came around and I walked towards my music class which is about to start in less than fifteen minutes. I held a guitar in my hand and the lyrics and an extra copy inside a folder in my other hand. Sir Robert made a note if we composed our own song, we need to give him a copy of the lyrics and an extra copy for ourselves.

To be quite honest, I'm nervous. Who wouldn't be? Standing there and all eyes are on you, watching every move you make and listening to every word you say, makes it nerve-wracking. But I've done it before, haven't I? Still, I don't know what they'll think about it and for me, that's the most nerve-wracking part.

I entered my class, and I saw some of my classmates holding their copies of lyrics and singing quietly. Some where tuning their guitars, and some where fiddling with their fingers. Looks like I'm not the only one who's nervous.

I took a seat near the window sill, I placed my guitar on the floor leaning it against the wall. I took out the folder that contains the copies of the lyrics, that I printed yesterday. I intertwined my fingers and waited for sir Robert. I already practiced enough, and I already practiced the chords that I'll be playing on my guitar. Despite the anxious and nervous feeling that's building inside​ me, I somewhat feel confident that they'll at least like my performance. But, I shouldn't get my hopes too high though..

While sitting and waiting for sir Robert and for the class to start, I thought about what's happening between Harry and I. These past few days had been great, it's like we started all over again. But nevertheless, we're happy with each other's company and we love each other.. or at least I think so. That's the part where I'm not quite sure. I don't know if we're on the same page as I am. I don't know if he's serious or not about this relationship. But I shouldn't be worrying about that, right?

As for Zayn, I kept my promise. We still talk to each other. As if the mini proposal never happened, and the school never really talked about it. Which is great, since it'll be uncomfortable talking about that.
I'm just glad that he's still my friend. I can't t lose someone like him, I can't lose someone who had already been a big part of my life. Even if we're talking, I can still see the pain that he's hiding beneath his smiles. I know it pains him to see me and Harry together. And it also pains me to see him that way.

Speaking of Zayn, he entered the class. His usual neatly styled hair was kept and he wore a black shirt under his jacket and some jeans. Once he saw me, I gave him a quick smile that he also returned. He walked towards to where I was seated and sat beside the vacant chair beside me.

"You ready?" He asked as he rested his arms on the table.

"Pretty much, how about you though? I haven't even asked you what song are you going to sing."

"Just gonna sing an Ed Sheeran song." He said nonchalantly.

"What song exactly?"

"You'll see." He replied, and faced the board.

I furrowed my brows at his reply. Instead, I also faced the board and waited.

Harry isn't in the same class with me, so I won't be seeing him performing and singing the song he chose. I also didn't got to ask him what song he'll be singing, maybe I'll just ask him later.

Sir Robert entered the class, making everyone turn their attention towards him. The class silenced down, and all eyes were on him. I could feel the nervousness and anxiousness surrounding the place.

"Good afternoon everyone, today's the big day. You'll be performing the song you chose, or the song that you made. As we had an agreement, for whoever made a song on their own will get double the grade. I would love to see the lyrics you made and the melodies that you created. Also, give me the copy of the lyrics for the ones who made their own song before you start performing. Alright? Let's start, shall we?" He clasped his hands and went to the very back of the room where he'll be getting a clear view. He took a vacant seat at the back, and sat on it.