Still British

I’d joined marching band as soon as I possibly could, and loved every minute of it. Maybe that’s just because I was in colour guard, which is an extension of dance, which I loved. Anyway, it was perfect.
That day, it’d been a pretty normal summer day. I’d babysat all morning, gotten home, and gone to my sectional. We were sitting in a circle, stretching, chatting, a normal sectional. Then Sophie, our section leader, spoke to the group. “So, did y’all hear the good news?” to which there was some murmuring.
Then Teresa, across the circle from me, spoke up. “Harry Styles is here?!?!?!?!” We all looked at her, except Tyler, who gave a witty response.
“No, we’re talking about something good.” He said. Everybody laughed, except for Teresa, who got rather offended and kept talking.
Sophie broke through: “Well, he is, but that’s not the point. They bought the land on the other side of the dog track, and their gonna build a school on it!” Everybody cheered, and broke into separate conversations again. This was exciting because their schools, despite living in a tiny, insignificant American ‘city’, were way over crowded. Suddenly, Anna spoke up.
“Wait, Sophie… did you say ‘Well, he is,’ or did I just make that up?” There were some murmured agreements.
“No, that’s what I said. He is in town.” Teresa, easily excited, squealed, as everybody else muttered questions to one another. Except me, who, of course, had no idea who that was, or why that was so exciting. I mentioned that, and everybody stared. Sophie spoke, “Really? ‘Cuz, based on the information, it almost seems like he’s here for, well, you.” Everybody looked at me, and I looked at Sophie, question written all over my face. “Well, he’s supposedly here in Hudson looking for somebody who moved here from England a while ago.” That checks out. “And, supposedly, she” Also checks out. “would be about 16 to 18” Checks out. “And registering for our high school within the next week. Which happens to be how long he’s here for.” All of that checks out.
“Wait, what did you say his name was?” I asked, racking my brains.
“Harry. Harry Styles, lived in Holmes Chapel for a while. Worked in a bakery before X Factor. In One Direction now, but used to be a member of the band White Eskimo. Ring a bell?” Teresa rattled off information like Wikipedia! God, girl, don’t you have a life?!?!?!?! Wait, White Eskimo… Dad had some of those tracks! They were okay, not great or anything, but… Harry…
“HARRY! I knew a Harry! He was my best friend, from that holiday when I was four! His dad was best friends with mine! He was like my brother… But it couldn’t be him. He wouldn’t.” I said. He… if he wanted to know anything about me after I moved, he could’ve asked his dad. He was kind of an ass, I reckon. Whatever. “Let’s just change the subject, shall we?” I said, and they agreed, because I had my focus voice on, meaning, ‘if we continue on this subject, I’m going to both break down and cry and scream at you, so let’s move on. Besides, I’m in the mood to spin now’. It was kind of scary.
The rest of rehearsal flew by without a hitch, and we all forgot. That was that, right? Right. Sure.

Notes

I'm really sorry! I haven't updated in forever, and I don't feel there's any excuse for that! But I have one anyway... I totally lost the first rough copy of the story, and then I re-typed it, but my word application dyed again, and I thought I'd lost it again, and I didn't want to re-type it again, but I came back to the story just today and discovered it was still here, so I figured I'd post a couple chapters today... I'm so sorry! I'll try to update at least more regularly, but my schedule's pretty packed...