Still the One

Harry's POV:

“Nothing.” I replied to Charlotte quickly. Oh no, I couldn't let her see my drawings. My drawings of her. I just couldn't get her out of my head, and I didn't think she’d be coming back to Art, but oh how wrong I was. And now she was trying to have a look at my drawings, my drawings of her. You see, the book with my drawings of her in is my own from home, and they only have drawings of her in, and I wasn't prepared to let her see them.

“Are you sure about that? It’s obviously not nothing - c’mon let me see” She said with a playful smile across her petite face. She was walking towards me, and before I knew it we were centimetres away from each other. We were face to face, literally. I looked straight into her deep, yet rich brown eyes. I’d never felt more attracted to her in my life. I could feel her breathing as she stood in front of me. I just wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Are you going to show me your drawing then Harry?” She asked me as she rested her forehead against mine making our noses touch.

“I'm afraid that I can’t” I said as I moved some of her long, soft hair from by her cheek to behind her ear and as I did, she rested her cheek against my hand.

“Oh Harry” She said as she looked into my eyes, I couldn't help but feel such a strong emotion for her. As we gazed into each others eyes, we both began to lean in - lean in for yet another kiss. Our lips were only millimetres apart when she pulled her head back from what was going to be our kiss.

“What am I doing, oh gosh, I'm sorry, I mean I just” She stuttered. She was lost for words, the same as myself. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to tell her how I really felt or not, tell her that she’s what I want, tell her that I want to be with her for as long as possible. But I couldn't, I couldn't risk it. I knew that I’d have to go home, that I’d have to plan what I was going to say to her when we head to café 21. Oh god, café 21. The café were her and her little lover seemed to be getting pretty close. Earlier, when I told her to meet me in café 21, I couldn't help but feel that she knew something was up - she must know that I saw her and that boy in there together getting rather close.

“I don’t know either, I've just...” I muttered. I didn't know what to say to the beautiful face stood only a metre or so away from me. “I've got to go,I’ll see you tonight, I guess.” I said as I ran out of the art classroom. Have I ruined everything with her? I was planning to stay in school and finish off my art project, but considering what a mess I’d just made with Charlotte, I decided that going home would be best. I quickly opened my locker, and grabbed my books and coat out of it as quickly as I could. I just wanted to get home, and figure out everything I needed to.

“Harry where have you been, like, all day?” Becky said as she walked over to me with her disgustingly high skirt. I don’t know why she wore it so high, wearing your skirt that high isn't attractive in the slightest, although she seemed to think it would make me like her. Well, she was thinking wrong.

“Leave me alone Becky, I have things to do” I replied to her in the slightest way possible. I don’t know why she wouldn't just leave me alone. She’s always constantly following me around, and to be honest I'm sick of it. I don’t know why they won’t just find someone else to follow, I need my space. Instead of being with them constantly.

“Well, I only came to see how you were, and I was wondering if you wanted to come to this party tomorrow night with me and the gang, c’mon be a doll and come!” She said applying some more lip gloss to her face which was already caked in make-up. I really did not want to be spending any more unnecessary time with her or her gang. I needed to set things straight with Charlotte, and tell her how I really feel, and that she wouldn't just be some fling. I needed to tell her that I'm serious about us being a couple.

“No, sorry.” I said slamming my locker shut. I just needed some space, I needed to be alone for a while, just to get my head straight and figure me and Charlotte out.

“Why not Harry, you’re not hanging out with some other girls are you?” She said angrily, I don’t see why she cared so much about what I did. She only followed me around to make herself popular. And, to be fair, I don’t want to be popular any more, I don’t want to have people following me, I just want to be normal, I want to be with Charlotte.

“Just leave it Becky, just go.” I replied. I just needed some space, and she really didn't seem to get that. I assume she thought that by constantly following me all the time it would make me like her as more than a friend, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. I grabbed my back and coat and headed down the flight of stairs towards the main office so I could go back home and sort out what I'm going to say to Charlotte. As I walked out of the school, I felt as if somebody was watching me. It made me feel uncomfortable. I turned around to see Becky and her gang of friends, of which included my best friends, well my old best friend actually, they only used me for popularity.

“What are you lot doing?” I asked them confused. They seemed as if they were following me out of the school. Luckily, I’d only got to the school gate at the end of the car park before I’d noticed they were behind me.

“Just going for a walk, don’t mind us” Kyle shouted out from behind as he flicked his jet black hair out of his eyes. He was sort of walking in a line with himself, James, Becky and two other girls who also follow me around.

“Alright.” I said turning back around, I decided to go for a walk to the Costa coffee down the road from our school. I thought that I could just go sit in there for a while, and attempt to lose the gang following me. As I was walking down the road towards the Costa coffee, I felt a bit uncomfortable with the gang following me. It made me feel uneasy. I don’t know why they were following me, I don’t know why they couldn't just leave me alone. They didn't get that in my life I need some space, some alone time. I guess Becky being her annoying self must've told Kyle, James and the gang about how I wasn't planning to go the party with them.That’s the problem with Kyle, James, Becky and them lot - I can’t do anything without having them all pestering me constantly, and I'm sick of it! I need to get away from them, I need to discover who I am again; popularity got to my head, I've turned into Mr. Stuck Up, and I don’t want to be that any more. I just want to be the old Harry I used to be. The Harry people used to like, not the Harry people used if they wanted to become popular. As I approached the entrance to the coffee shop, I turned around to check if Kyle, James, Becky and their gang were still following me, and sure enough they were. As I walked in, I saw that the coffee shop wasn't very busy at all, only an old couple sat having some lunch and some 6th formers from the school a few miles north of Holmes Chapel. I decided to go sit down in the coffee shop and just try to sort my head out. As I sat down, I saw the gang that were following me go to sit down too, they sat diagonally right from me, only about a metre or so away.
“A Caramel Coffee for a Mr. Harry Styles” The waiter called out. Becky’s gangs eyes all still staring at me. They gave me devious, yet piercing looks as I stood up to get my coffee. I can’t think straight with all of them staring at me, I'm just going to have to go home after I collect my coffee so I walked out of the door back to my house. The journey home wasn't that far - only about a 10 minutes walk away. As I was walking up the street towards my house, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Charlotte.

We got the seating plan for where we’ll all be sitting tonight for the presentation evening. It’s in alphabetical order, so I’ll be sat next to you. I still want to know what you were drawing Harry, you’re not a bad artist you shouldn't have to hide your work from me, I won’t judge. See you later tonight. Charlotte x.

I couldn't help but smile as I read the message. I needed to think of a reply, do I go a bit flirty? Call her Char? But then we are still a bit awkward around each other.

“Oh I don’t know.“ I mumbled to myself as I walked into my empty house. I dumped my bag in the hallway, and walked up the stairs into my bedroom, throwing my cup which had contained my caramel coffee in, into the bin. As I sat down on my bed, I was still thinking about Charlotte. I decided to reply to her text.

Looking forward to seeing you tonight. I can’t reveal what I was drawing as it’s personal, sorry. Look forward to sitting with you tonight. Harry x.

Sent. I felt nervous about sending the text. Was putting a kiss at the end the right thing to do? I guess I’d just have to wait until the presentation evening to find out.

Notes

Chapter fourteen! xxxxxxxx