Here Comes the Sun

6

On Friday morning, I get in my car and drive to school. The last couple of days have gone the same: Harry gives me death stares whenever I'm in his vicinity. Honestly, I've learned to sort of block him out. He doesn't try to talk to me anymore, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I think he's sort of become friends with Zayn, an intimidating guy with piercings and tattoos. I haven't talked to Zayn since elementary school. He scares me. I hate to judge a book by its cover, but he looks like the type to call me the f-slur or shove me into a locker.

I pull into my parking space, and meet Niall inside. I'm wearing jeans and cute long sleeve. It's a warmer day today, so I take advantage of it. I don't know how many more of these days we're going to get. It's almost Halloween, and after that, the weather seems to plummet.

I walk Niall to class, and we do our normal "blow-a-kiss" routine. This time, I catch it and slap it onto my cheek.

I hear his obnoxious laugh as I walk away.

In history, Mr.Ronnan tells us that we have new assigned seats. Apparently, who we're sitting next to is our partner for our next project.

Great. I would rather do it myself.

He starts at the back of the room, calling people's names to their seats. When he gets to the back corner, he calls my name.

I walk over and sit down next to the window. I can see the clouds in the sky, and it's a nice view.

Mr.Ronnan points to the table next to mine. "Harry." He calls. My heart sinks.

The tall boy sits down next to me, and drops his books onto the table. He has on a similar outfit as me- jeans and a t-shirt. I let out a breath of frustration, not even caring if he hears.

I read his shirt, and realize that it's for a band I've never heard of. He catches me staring, and smiles.

"You've never heard of them, have you?" He asks, pointing to his shirt while smirking.

"I have," I lie.

"Hmm. What's your favorite song?" He continues. He knows I'm lying.

I turn away from him and face the windows again.

Mr.Ronnan starts to explain the project. Apparently, we're supposed to make a slideshow on an ancient civilization. He assigned one to each group, and Harry and I end up with the Roman Empire.

He goes over the guidelines, and then lets us work. I make the slideshow, and share it with Harry.

Immediately, I pick out the colors and fonts until I'm satisfied. I look over to Harry and he hasn't even opened his laptop.

"Harry, I'm not doing this entire project by myself."

"My computer's dead," he responds with a shrug.

I let out a sigh and bring my knee up to my chest in the chair. "We're never gonna get this done." I complain.

"You could always come over to my house later to work on it," he suggests.

I scoff. "Absolutely not," I turn down the offer immediately. There is no way that I'm going to Harry's house.

"Okay. I just figured that it might be easier to finish it if we're in the same room."

After don't respond for a few minutes, but I realize that he is right.

"Give me your phone." I demand.

"What? Why?"

"So I can put my number in it." I explain.

"Whoa, moving a little fast, aren't you Lewis?" He teases.

"Oh shut up, asshole. I need you to text me your address."

He hands the phone to me, and I enter my phone number into it. I hand it back and he shoves it into his pocket.

Soon, class is over and I've made virtually no progress on the project. Sure, I made it looked cute, but I didn't do any of the research part.

Chemistry is so boring. Mr.Mason teaches us a lesson, and we're supposed to take notes. When the bell rings, I look down proudly at my neat page.

When I turn to Harry's notebook, I see nothing.

Soon, the day is almost over. I walk to the locker room and change into my gym clothes. I run a lap and then wait for the teacher to tell us what were to be doing.

She explains that today is a weight room day. Ugh.

We walk across the hall to the weight room, and everybody disperses to different equipment. I decide to walk on the treadmill because it seems like the easy way out. In front of the treadmills are the bench presses. I watch as a couple guys lift weights.

Of course, Harry sits down in front of me and begins to bench press a weight that looks heavier than anything I could ever lift. He does it so effortlessly. Soon, his tattooed arms are glistening with sweat.

I try to look away, but I find myself coming back to the sight. He just looks so...

Suddenly, he stands up and stretches out a bit. He turns to me, and I try to look away. I'm not fast enough.

I know he caught me staring. Great.

I stop the treadmill and walk out to the hallway. I get a drink from the fountain for a few seconds, until I feel eyes on me.

I stand up straight, and see none other than Mr.Harry Styles.

"Stop staring at my ass, Styles."

He scoffs. "Oh please. I saw you eyeing me up in there." He points to the weight room.

I roll my eyes and walk away from him, and towards the locker room.