Imperfections
Chapter nine
Jamie's POV
I chew on the back of my pen as I try work out this stupid Maths Lit sum. Ugh I really hate Maths. Maybe I should explain why, see if I could actually do the work, I would be more than happy to do Maths. But I can't because I have Dyscalculia.
Wow Jamie what's that? Are you dying? Can it be cured? Those are the questions some of these dumb fucks I'm stuck in class with ask. No I'm not dying and I don't think this can be cured. Dyscalculia is basically dyslexia except with Maths.
So if you can't do Maths because of it, why do you still do it? Well I ask myself he same fucking question each time.
When I was in middle school we found out that I have Dyscalculia, my mother decided that I should carry on with Maths because it should go away after a period of time. But did? No, it only got worse. So I take Maths Lit and when I got to high school and saw I have a condition, the principal makes sure that even though I have Maths as a subject I don't get tested.
I tap the chewed end on my pen against the desk earning a few stares from annoyed students, but I don't care. I look up at the clock. 10 more minutes Jamie. You can do this.
My next lesson is English, which I'm pretty happy about since it's my best subject. At this point I would be happy to have anything. It's so annoying looking at a page and everything just looks messed up and confusing.
I would even rather have a class with Harry than be in here.
I sigh as I think of what I have to tell him. I don't want him to be mad. But maybe he won't be, I mean the world doesn't revolve around me, so maybe he won't take it so harshly.
I start playing with the ends of my batman shirt. The ridged ends amuse me for a while until I feel my phone vibrate. I tuck a stray hair behind my ear and lay my head on my desk to mad it seem like I'm sleeping. If I really was, I wouldn't be the only one in this class.
I pull my phone out from my pocket and pull it up to my face. I click the little menu and the device come to life. Harry's name is displayed on my screen.
I run my hand across it and the message reveals.
From: Harry Styles 10:57 am
Can we talk at lunch? Kinda need to ask you something :)
Kinda need to ask me something, really Harry? I quickly type a response
To: Harry Styles 11:00 am
Uh sure, but why can't you text it. Since your already on your phone in class ;)
That probably sounds like an idiot. Oh well it's already sent, he'll have to do deal with it. The device quickly vibrates again and his name appears.
From Harry Styles 11:02 am
I got out of class, the old I need the loo really works here ;) just need to talk to you okay? Your not in trouble promise.
Loo? Oh right the bathroom. I decide I'll just meet him at lunch and send him one more text I sigh and I slip my phone back into my pocket and look up at the sheet of paper with things I can't read.
I pick up my pen and- Woops save by the bell. I shove everything into my bad and hurry out of the classroom. One more lesson and then I have to tell Harry. Oh brother
Harry's POV
I honestly don't want to just walk up to Jamie and ask her to come. I mean I know it's not a date but I don't think girls like just being gone up to and asked to come to a football game, sorry soccer. Maybe I'll just text her?
I walk up to my Geography teacher and ask if I can go to the loo, sorry restroom, I really need to work on my American.
I make my way down the halls and into the boys room. I lock myself into a stall and pull out my phone
To: Jamie-lee 10:57 am
Can we talk at lunch? Kinda need to ask you something :)
Shit Harry, you sound like a desperate child. Agg, maybe she won't take it in the wrong way. I hope not.
I unlock the stall and walk over to the mirror, I wash my sweaty palm and start to dry them when I feel my phone vibrate.
From: Jamie-lee 11:00 am
Uh sure, but why can't you text it. Since your already on your phone in class ;)
Oh and she's not, I laugh to myself. I don't really want to send this over text. How do you put that nicely
To: Jamie-lee 11:02 am
I got out of class, the old I need the loo really works here ;) just need to talk to you okay? Your not in trouble promise.
Agh, I really suck at texting. Damn Harry, why do you suck so much at talking to girls. As I walk down the hall and receive a text for Jamie, telling me she'll meet me at lunch. Perfect.
The next few lessons go quickly and I wait in the school gardens for her. I casually play around on my phone so I don't look too alone. I scroll though all my apps and decide to settle with Flappy Bird.
*tap, tap, tap,tap,ta-*
"Harry"
"Fuck" and I land on a pole.
"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Jamie giggle. "Not at all, just playing some flappy bird" I chuckle. "So I wanted to ask you something?" I start, nervously putting my hands in my pockets.
"Oh yeah, I also wanted to tell you something" she tucks a strand of her purple hair behind her ear. That beautiful hair. No Harry! I mentally shake myself out of my daze. "Oh, go ahead" I offer for her to start. "No, you can go first" she smiles and I nod bitting down on my lip.
"I just wanted to know if you could come to the game Wednesday night?" She smiles which helps lift some nerves. "Maybe after we could go for ice cream or something?" I smile, showing my dimples.
"Like a date?" Her smile drops. "L-like a date?" She stutters "Uh, yeah" I rub the back of my neck as she sighs. "Jamie, is something wrong?" I ask
"Harry, I just want to be friends" she blurts
I chew on the back of my pen as I try work out this stupid Maths Lit sum. Ugh I really hate Maths. Maybe I should explain why, see if I could actually do the work, I would be more than happy to do Maths. But I can't because I have Dyscalculia.
Wow Jamie what's that? Are you dying? Can it be cured? Those are the questions some of these dumb fucks I'm stuck in class with ask. No I'm not dying and I don't think this can be cured. Dyscalculia is basically dyslexia except with Maths.
So if you can't do Maths because of it, why do you still do it? Well I ask myself he same fucking question each time.
When I was in middle school we found out that I have Dyscalculia, my mother decided that I should carry on with Maths because it should go away after a period of time. But did? No, it only got worse. So I take Maths Lit and when I got to high school and saw I have a condition, the principal makes sure that even though I have Maths as a subject I don't get tested.
I tap the chewed end on my pen against the desk earning a few stares from annoyed students, but I don't care. I look up at the clock. 10 more minutes Jamie. You can do this.
My next lesson is English, which I'm pretty happy about since it's my best subject. At this point I would be happy to have anything. It's so annoying looking at a page and everything just looks messed up and confusing.
I would even rather have a class with Harry than be in here.
I sigh as I think of what I have to tell him. I don't want him to be mad. But maybe he won't be, I mean the world doesn't revolve around me, so maybe he won't take it so harshly.
I start playing with the ends of my batman shirt. The ridged ends amuse me for a while until I feel my phone vibrate. I tuck a stray hair behind my ear and lay my head on my desk to mad it seem like I'm sleeping. If I really was, I wouldn't be the only one in this class.
I pull my phone out from my pocket and pull it up to my face. I click the little menu and the device come to life. Harry's name is displayed on my screen.
I run my hand across it and the message reveals.
From: Harry Styles 10:57 am
Can we talk at lunch? Kinda need to ask you something :)
Kinda need to ask me something, really Harry? I quickly type a response
To: Harry Styles 11:00 am
Uh sure, but why can't you text it. Since your already on your phone in class ;)
That probably sounds like an idiot. Oh well it's already sent, he'll have to do deal with it. The device quickly vibrates again and his name appears.
From Harry Styles 11:02 am
I got out of class, the old I need the loo really works here ;) just need to talk to you okay? Your not in trouble promise.
Loo? Oh right the bathroom. I decide I'll just meet him at lunch and send him one more text I sigh and I slip my phone back into my pocket and look up at the sheet of paper with things I can't read.
I pick up my pen and- Woops save by the bell. I shove everything into my bad and hurry out of the classroom. One more lesson and then I have to tell Harry. Oh brother
Harry's POV
I honestly don't want to just walk up to Jamie and ask her to come. I mean I know it's not a date but I don't think girls like just being gone up to and asked to come to a football game, sorry soccer. Maybe I'll just text her?
I walk up to my Geography teacher and ask if I can go to the loo, sorry restroom, I really need to work on my American.
I make my way down the halls and into the boys room. I lock myself into a stall and pull out my phone
To: Jamie-lee 10:57 am
Can we talk at lunch? Kinda need to ask you something :)
Shit Harry, you sound like a desperate child. Agg, maybe she won't take it in the wrong way. I hope not.
I unlock the stall and walk over to the mirror, I wash my sweaty palm and start to dry them when I feel my phone vibrate.
From: Jamie-lee 11:00 am
Uh sure, but why can't you text it. Since your already on your phone in class ;)
Oh and she's not, I laugh to myself. I don't really want to send this over text. How do you put that nicely
To: Jamie-lee 11:02 am
I got out of class, the old I need the loo really works here ;) just need to talk to you okay? Your not in trouble promise.
Agh, I really suck at texting. Damn Harry, why do you suck so much at talking to girls. As I walk down the hall and receive a text for Jamie, telling me she'll meet me at lunch. Perfect.
The next few lessons go quickly and I wait in the school gardens for her. I casually play around on my phone so I don't look too alone. I scroll though all my apps and decide to settle with Flappy Bird.
*tap, tap, tap,tap,ta-*
"Harry"
"Fuck" and I land on a pole.
"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Jamie giggle. "Not at all, just playing some flappy bird" I chuckle. "So I wanted to ask you something?" I start, nervously putting my hands in my pockets.
"Oh yeah, I also wanted to tell you something" she tucks a strand of her purple hair behind her ear. That beautiful hair. No Harry! I mentally shake myself out of my daze. "Oh, go ahead" I offer for her to start. "No, you can go first" she smiles and I nod bitting down on my lip.
"I just wanted to know if you could come to the game Wednesday night?" She smiles which helps lift some nerves. "Maybe after we could go for ice cream or something?" I smile, showing my dimples.
"Like a date?" Her smile drops. "L-like a date?" She stutters "Uh, yeah" I rub the back of my neck as she sighs. "Jamie, is something wrong?" I ask
"Harry, I just want to be friends" she blurts
Notes
Hey hey hey! So since I got such amazing feedback I made sure to update as soon as I had written this chapter. So instead of studying I used this a a procrastination.. Oops :D
The reason why I really like this chapter is because it shows who Harry's character really is. It shows that even though he goes to parties and drinks, he's not the bad guy. He gets nervous talking to girls and wants to be able to fit in. The whole point of this story, is that she does the drugs and bad stuff and he's a good boy with tattoos and stuff. Yeah :)
Question time!!
- What will Harry say to Jamie's proposal?
-Have you ever received a text that you were like... Woah whaaaaat?
-Would you like to go on a date with Harry Styles?
They Haven't Come Yet
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