They Don't Know About Us. (Harry Styles Fan Fiction.)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 *** HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW. ***

  I looked at my vacant room one last time before walking downstairs to my mum. I looked around the house one last time, and then my mum asked me if I was ready to go. I told her I was, but honestly I wasn’t. I didn’t want to leave, this is my home, and this is where I belong. My mum opened up the front door and I walked out the door and headed towards the car. I hopped into the back seat, next to all of Gemma’s stuff. My mum got in and said “You guys ready?” I looked at the house as my mum pulled out of the driveway, I put my hand up against the window and mouthed the word, Goodbye, goodbye my home. I’ll miss you. Goodbye my life...I’ll miss you as well.

<< 2 WEEKS LATER. >>

  “Harry! This is it, your first day of school!” My mum said as she pulled into the parking lot of the huge new high school that I would be attending. I just sighed and rolled my eyes. “Harry, don’t be like that! You should be excited! You’re starting your first day of your senior year! Come on, lets go in and get you signed in!” my mum said as she opened the car door and got out. I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car while following my mum to the front doors of the school. We walked in and the principle greeted us.

 “Hello, you must be Harry! I’m Mr. Reeks, welcome to Vixen High School!” the tall, broad man said while giving me a hand shake. “What grade are you in?” Mr. Reeks asked.

 “I’m a senior.” I said while looking around the room that we were standing in.

 “Well, I’m one hundred percent sure that you’ll enjoy your senior year of high school here! Now, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the Guidance Counselor’s office to get all of your paperwork done.” Mr. Reeks said while walking a few feet and then walking into a room. I followed my mum to the counselor’s office; a short woman with medium length brown hair greeted us. In a quiet, sweet voice she greeted me, “Hello Harry, I’m Mrs. Brayber, your guidance counselor! My husband, Mr. Brayber, is the history teacher and your homeroom teacher! Here’s your schedule.” Mrs. Brayber said, handing me a sheet of paper with my schedules on it.

  After my mum finished filling out some paperwork, Mrs. Brayber showed me around the school. When we finished, I turned to my mum and said “Well, this is it.”

“Yep! My baby boy is starting his last year of high school! Have a good day sweetheart, I love you.” My mum said while giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek.

“I love you too, mum. I’ll see you after school.” I said to my mum, and after that she left. Mrs. Brayber led me to my first class, Home Ec. I followed Mrs. Brayber to the big door, and on the other side were about twenty students running around. Mrs. Brayber knocked, and a short, bald man opened the door and said “Good morning, Mrs. Brayber! What can I do for you today?”

 “Mr. Ashley, this is Harry Styles. He is our new student; he came here all the way from England!”

“England you say?” Mr. Ashley questioned. I nodded my head in agreement, “Well welcome to America and Vixen High!” I just smiled.

“Mr. Ashley, do you have everything under control?” Mrs. Brayber asked, looking inside the doorway, looking at all the kids running around.

“Yes Mrs. Brayber, we’re cooking today. They’re excited, you know how teenagers are. Do you like to cook, Harry?” Mr. Ashley asked.

“Yes, I do! I worked at a bakery in England, I love to bake.” I said. After Mrs. Brayber and Mr. Ashley talked for another five minutes or so I walked into the Home Ec. Room with Mr. Ashley.