You sigh as you rest your chin on your hand, tapping your nails on the school desk waiting for this hell to be over.
"When will geometry ever help me in life?" You silently think as the clock moves ever so slow.
When the bell rings you pack up your bag and say goodbye to (Y/F/N) and head to your locker.
"Yeah there's a really good looking guy outside, he has a motorbike! I wonder who he's waiting for" you hear a group of second years say as you pass them to get to your locker.
Grabbing the books you need and shoving them in your bag, the 1975 blasts through your headphones as you wonder who's the guy with the motorbike.
Unfortunately it won't be Harry, he's in LA.
Being one of the last out of school you push the school door open and walking down the steps you look up and your jaw drops.
There stood, Harry Styles, your boyfriend in all his gorgeousness, leaning against a pole with his bike parked in the distance.
"Harry!" You screech, running over to him and hugging him tightly.
He picks you up and your legs wrapping around his waist as he nuzzles his head into your neck.
Not caring what the group of first years think who past you guys, but can't see that it's Harry 😉 thanks to his sunglasses and hat.
You jump down and wrap your arms around his neck and look at him still with a face of surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
"Picking you up from school" he states, turning you both around as his arm slips around your waist and yours around his, walking to his motorcycle.
"No seriously Haz, why didn't you tell me you were home?" You say still smiling.
"Surprise babe" he whispers as he kisses your cheek.
He gets on the bike and you grab the extra helmet and get on behind him.
Wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his back you hear him say.
"Hold tight baby"
