SHE - HS

CHAPTER 33: Andante, Andante

A/N: hehe I'm back! sorry I didn't update til now, but I'm here and I love this chapter so much

also I know it's not ABBA but I love this version and make sure to play it when it says. that is, if you want to. OKAY ENJOY!!!!

Weeks felt like days, and before I knew it the school year was starting. Laney and Niall were planning their wedding and as happy as ever, while Harry and I were still on the same page about staying where we were in our friendship. We hung as much as we could until he had to leave for tour. He was running around from place to place for interviews, but he always made time for a diner run to mel's with me.

He left the day school started so he told me he would come and help me decorate my classroom then we could do whatever I wanted after. He came to pick me up at around 2:30 and we headed to the high school.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him, breaking the silence as we drove. He looked over to me, taking his eyes off the road for a split second before facing back to it.

"I'm not sure yet," he answered and I nodded.

"Well I mean, you have been on tour for a while now. Ya know with the band and all,"

"Yeah, but it's nowhere near the same," he tells me. I furrow my eyebrow at him and he continues to explain. "With the band, people were coming from everywhere to see 'US', now that it's just me on stage with my band and without the boys.. I don't know. I feel like it will be weird not having them around me. And knowing that people are actually coming to just see me and not louis or zayn.. It's crazy to think about." he keeps his gaze on the road as he talks, but my eyes never leave him. I study every word he says, taking in everything.

"Well, who knows, maybe they're coming to see Mitch and not you," I joke with him. He lets out a chuckle at me and turns his head to face me.

"Mitch is in fact a badass," he tells me.

We turn into the parking lot of the school and we both hop out, walking to the trunk. He opens it and we grab the boxes of school supplies. We walk in together and immediately I see the other teachers looking. I put my head down trying to avoid anyone asking me why I was walking into my job with harry styles, because honestly I couldn't give them an answer. I was just as shocked as they were.

We finally get to my classroom and I grab the key unlocking it before we walk in. I walk in and it feels just like I remember. I see the desks stacked on the corner of the room right next to the chairs where I left them. The room is so empty it makes me almost sad. My favorite part of being a teacher was teaching my amazing students obviously, but also getting to decorate the room so that it doesn't only feel comfortable to me, but comfortable to the people I am with.

I walk in and head for my head in the top corner of the room, setting my box down on top of it. Harry followed behind me doing the same.

"So I think we need to start with putting the wall art up," I tell him, opening one of the boxes. I start to pull out all the posters I had bought previously and lay them on the empty floor in front of us. Harry comes to stand right next to me and looks down. We both stare at the variety of posters. They range from Fleetwood Mac and the Beatles to post Malone and Tyler the Creator.

"Wow," Harry says as he continues to stare, "you really do have a crazy taste in music." I giggle at his statement but shrug my shoulders.

"Well yes, but we already knew this," I tell him as he shrugs his shoulders. "I just like to make sure my students feel comfortable in here and let them know this is a safe space and that I was a teen once too."