Hello readers!! So, I've decided to quit writing Forever Summer. I rushed their relationship, and I hated the story line. I'm not going to delete it just yet, in case I want to go back and finish it, but I'm not going to be updating it. So don't be surprised if it's not there anymore after a while. This is my first boyxboy, so please be patient. This story will be updated DAILY, because the chapters will be updated the day they "happen." I hope you like it! -Ashley
December 1, 2012
Harry Styles fidgeted in his desk that was too small to fit his long body, and fixed his eyes on the small, generic clock hanging just over the professor’s desk in front of him. The anticipation of the events soon to come were killing him, and he wanted to just dig a hole right in the middle of the classroom and lay in it. He was so nervous about what he was about to do, and really didn’t want to go, especially since he’d never done anything so…open before.
His large green eyes darted to the giant wooden door at the front of the room and back to the clock. Out of the corner of his eye he kept watch for any sign of movement through the small window. Oh God, he was so going to get caught. He shouldn’t skip school, it was wrong! He’d never missed a class, ever! Not even in primary school! But it wasn’t like he could help it, Victor was waking him do it. He didn’t even want to go to the stupid rally! He thumped his pencil back and forth on his doodle-covered notebook, and tried to think of something else besides the thing he was about to do.
Around fourteen covert glances to the door and thirty toe-taps of his converse-clad foot later, Harry spied the peep of light brown curls behind the door’s window he had been waiting for. He took a deep shaky breath through his mouth, and let it out with a gust of wind. Meanwhile, Dr. Bingham’s voice droned on and on in the background, saying something about the differences between mitosis and meiosis as he wrote on the dusty chalkboard that had likely been there since his parents were in secondary school.
As expected, there was a quick rap on the door before a mop of curls and plump, rosy cheeks found their way around the doorframe. Dr. Bingham looked up questioningly from his lecture with annoyed expression slapped across his face.
“What is it that you want this time, Mr. Wesley?” he asked in a monotone, pushing his glasses further up on his nose.
Victor flashed him a beaming smile. “Harry’s needed in the office.”
Dr. Bingham raised one massively bushy black eyebrow. “Is he now?” Harry slowly sunk down into his desk as he felt everyone’s eyes land on the back of his head. “Well do you happen to have an excused interruption slip from the office?”
If possible, Victor’s smile only seemed to get brighter. “Of course I do, silly!” Harry’s jaw dropped open. How did he manage to get that?
Victor shoved his hand into the pocket of his ridiculously tight black skinny jeans and rummaged around in them. For a moment, it genuinely seemed like he couldn’t find what he was looking for. But then after a slightly aggravated cough from Dr. Bingham, he triumphantly whisked a small blue piece of paper and smacked it into his impatiently waiting hand. Harry sunk even lower into his desk.
Dr. Bingham quickly scanned over the paper with his beady gray eyes as if checking its authenticity, before neatly folding it and tucking into his breast-pocket. He turned his back on Victor and spoke directly to Harry for the first time that day.
“You may leave now, Harry.” Harry grabbed his satchel and his notebook, and bolted to the front of the classroom.
