Still the One

Charlotte's POV:

“Right come on then we better get going or we’ll be late.” Sophie said, getting up out of her chair. Great, already the end of form period. In the next 5 minutes, I’d have to become face to face with Harry - what am I supposed to say? That I like him, but then I also don’t like him. Tell him that I’ve met Johnny. I just don’t know. And as soon as I knew it, we’d arrived at art. As Sophie and myself walked into the classroom, we saw that only our teacher Mr. Lite was in there - we were first there.

“Good morning girls, please come in and get started on your projects, remember they count for most of your grade this term.” Mr Lite said as he went into his office. He always went in there during lessons, he always goes in and watches art documentaries, but none of us students really mind as it just makes it easier for us to work without being interrupted.

I went over to my place and took out my art folder, inside it was my ongoing project of a women looking out onto a dark lake. The whole picture is supposed to be in black and white but I've not quite finished it yet, and it still needs a bit more work done on it. I got out my paintbrush and paints and began to work on my painting. I was really getting focused on my work until I felt someone come and sit next to me, I turned around only to see Harry looking back at me with his beautiful, deep, emerald eyes. I was speechless, had no idea what to say to him, lost for words I guess.

“Nice painting.” Harry said quietly to me. I could tell he was just trying to make it feel less awkward between us. That was one of the things I liked about this new Harry, he knew what to say at any moment, he always had the right words in him.

“Oh, um, thanks.” I said trying to concentrate on my painting, when I looked at him I get lost in his succulent eyes. I still feel bad for running off in the café, but I didn't know what else to do. I mean, I couldn't be kissing Harry Styles could I? He’s everyone’s dream boy, well he didn't used to be everyone’s. I never used to dream about him, and now well I can’t get him out of my head.

“Look, Charlotte, please we need to talk. Not a childish talk, a real talk. But not here, not at school.” Harry said quietly. Oh no, not another talk. I could tell that Harry wasn't joking around this time though. He was serious about the talk. We needed to talk, about the kisses, the time we’d spent together and the project. Oh no the project. That would mean I’d have to spend time with the deep, yet intriguing boy. I knew that I’d have to spend time with him no matter what, and that we’d need to talk about us. About where us as a pair are going, I can’t stop thinking about him when I'm not with him, and I just don’t know if I can hold my emotions for him in any longer. But what about Johnny? He was so kind, so caring but he’s still a stranger who I’d really only just met. Oh gosh, I don’t know what to do; part of me loves Harry, but then the other part feels something for Johnny. I just don’t know what to do.

“I know, there’s some stuff that needs to be said.” I said nervously to Harry. Part of me just wanted to be held tight in his arms, and then the other part of me wanted to get as far away from his as possible.

“Tonight? At my place.” Harry said shrugging his shoulders. There was something about him that made him so irresistible. I could now see why there were so many girls falling at his feet, he was so seductive. Everything he does is so dark yet deep and filled with passion. He had the ability to make my heart melt with one look.

“I can’t tonight, presentation evening.” I said with sadness to Harry, I wanted to talk to him about well us so badly, I wanted to tell him how he makes me feel, but I couldn't here. I knew that I'd have to wait for the perfect time to let all of my emotions loose.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I guess I’ll see you there then, but we still need to talk. Maybe tomorrow night?” Harry said looking up from his painting. Harry was a better artist than I’d assumed. His painting is of a girl in a red jacket, in the centre of New York, looking sad with the words ‘lost’, ‘hurt’, ‘confused’ etc. written around her in a deep black font. He seemed to be really focused on his work, he was concentrating, in great detail, on every inch of his piece.

“Yeah see you there, where do you want to meet tomorrow night?” I asked Harry as I looked into his rich green eyes. I could tell I was falling for Harry, and I couldn't help it. There was something about him. Anything he did made my heart melt, I didn't want to be falling for Harry, but I knew I was and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

“How about that new café, um what’s it called Café 21? Yeah that’s what it’s called, we'll meet me there at, lets say, 7? Or I can pick you up and we can walk together? I don’t mind which.” Harry said looking back down at his work. Café 21. Oh no, not café 21. Café 21’s where Johnny works. Part of me likes Harry, but the tiniest part of me kind of feels something for Johnny. When I looked at Harry, I could see anger in his eyes. He must've seen me and Johnny last night, why else would he want to meet at Café 21? Although nothing happened between me and Johnny, I still feel kind of bad. I mean Harry must be as confused as I am, if not even more. I didn't know whether to say anything about Johnny and myself, so I just thought it would be best if I didn't say anything to Harry about it, and see if tomorrow night he’d say anything about me and Johnny. Although me and Harry weren't dating or even close to be dating, he seemed pretty angry about something - I'm not sure if it was about me being with Johnny, but I knew that I needed to set things straight with him.

“Okay, and I’ll meet you there at 7, okay?” I asked Harry, but just as I’d finished my sentence
‘DING DING’ the end of the lesson. Time to pack up.

“Yeah, see you tonight” Harry said closing his art book, and placing it gently into his folder. I didn’t know Harry was going tonight, I just hoped we weren’t going to be sitting together. It would make me fall for him even more, fall for his looks, his charm, just him in general. I knew I was falling for Harry, but what could I do about it? He was irresistible? But part of me still felt something for Johnny.

“I'm so confused” I muttered to myself as I left the classroom to my next lesson. I walked out of the classroom behind Harry. I watched him as he walked out, his gang of friends were waiting for him just outside of the art corridor, but he completely ignored them, which was strange. Even when Becky tried to talk to him, he just carried on walking straight past them. He was acting different - he didn't seem to be bothered about his petty little gang, which were all obsessed with Harry. He was acting different, but I liked this new different Harry. His gang needed to give him some space. Maybe he’s realised how annoying they all are. I was debating whether to go talk to him or not, but I thought that if I did, I wouldn't know what to say. I decided that I should go talk to him, ask him if he was okay as he wasn't acting like his usual, self-centred self, but just as I was about to go talk to him he went into the boys bathroom. So I decided to go to the canteen and get my lunch, as it was 12.30 pm. But I couldn't stop thinking about Harry as I headed back up to art to carry on with my painting. I always eat in art when I have a lesson free afternoon. Me and Sophie usually eat up there as it’s nice and quiet. As I got to art, I saw something I didn't expect to see. Harry. There was nobody else in the classroom, just me and Harry.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked him confused. I really was confused about why he was up in the art classroom all alone. Me and Sophie are usually the only people there at lunchtime, so seeing someone else in there was usually a surprise, but seeing Harry was an even bigger surprise.

“Just needed to get away from everything, don’t mind me.” Harry said quickly shutting his art book. He was hiding something.

“What were you drawing?” I asked Harry quickly, he was acting very suspicious around his art book. He was definitely hiding something from me.

“Nothing.” He replied promptly as he slid his art book back into his folder. I slowly walked towards Harry to try and intimidate him as he was definitely hiding something from me, and I was curious to see what it was…

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