As the door open everyone turns their heads towards the door waiting for the person on the other side to walk in. A boy with a black t-shirt, black skinny jean, brown boots with a black bag on one of his shoulders and some ink work showing under his left sleeve, walks into the room. All the girls have their jaws dropped at the sight of this boy including Sara, I am not going to lie but he is good looking with those natural curls and eye catching facial features, but by the look of his face he didn’t even notice the stares.

The boy walked up to Ms. Fraser and give her a note, she scan through it and face the class while the he just stands straight at the class black wall but his face look so intense that it is intimidating.

“O.K. class, we have a new student with us this year, this is Harry Styles and please make him feel welcome,” Ms. Fraser announced to the class and turns to face Harry. “Do you need help with your ways around the school?” she asked, which in response he shook his head. “Please take a seat where ever you like Harry,” she told him sweetly, he nods and walk to the back of the class.

This must be the new kid that Perrie and Liam was talking about earlier, well he is a bit different than I expected and he doesn't even seem like he wants to be here. He probably doesn't know anyone here, he look so lonely and depress like other people around him doesn't even exist.

“He is so HOT Tass,” Sara whispered screamed at me, “Omg….keep it down, he might here you,” I said as I pinched her arm softly.

I doubt he heard it or even bother to care, and to be honest, he seems to be in his own little world during our 80 minute English lesson anyway.

You know what? I should go and talk to him after class, invite him to come and have lunch with us, I’m sure the lads won’t mind. As the bell ring, before I have the chance to talk to him, he took off to his next class, well that plan went well then.

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My next lesson was music with Miss Bowden, she is in her late twenties and I can say she is one of my favorite teachers. I love music, it is one of those class where I can express myself as who I am through my lyrics or melody. There are not a lot of kids that do music and apparently it is lame, especially for guys to do music, which is completely bull poo in my opinion. There are probably about ten students that do music including myself, I think. Niall does music with me and he is really great with his guitar skills, we jam at my place or his place sometimes.

As I walk through the door, I didn’t expect the Harry boy to be sitting there with guitar in his hands but there he was at the back on the room tuning the guitar. He seems like he knows the instrument pretty well, he didn’t even acknowledge my presence as I walk into the room and just keep going with his work. We are the first ones in our class, so I guess this is a good opportunity to go and talk to him.

“Hi! Harry right? I am Tasman Lee,” I hold out my hand to him, he looks up at me with a tight smile and just nodded his head. I just stood there with my hand out awkwardly for a couple of second and pretended to scratch the back of my neck.

That was so awkward and embarrassing.

He went back to tuning the guitar as Niall walks into the room.

“Excited for music this year my dear sister from another mother?” Naill’s voice boomed through the class room, I giggled as I tuned to face him. “What? I am being serial,” he smirked with one eyebrow rising, I giggled at the statement and walk up to him, boy I love this kid.

“You are a life saviour Naill,” I whispered to him so that Harry can’t hear it, “Oh, am I now…and why is that? Willing to explain yourself …SIS…” he stated curiously which was pretty loud and I am sure Harry could hear it as he nudged me in the ribs. “Shut the hell up Naill,” I whispered shout at him, slapping him in the arms which he pretended like it hurt.

The other students arrived and Miss Bowden announced our first assignment for Music which involves of having a partner. “Shot gun Tass,” Naill said loudly so that everyone knows that I am his partner, and once again I laughed at his childishness.

“Nope, not this year Niall, you two have been partners for every assignment that requires one ever since I could remember,” She stated, “Tass, you can be partners with Harry for this assignment, I want you all to work with new partners this year, this will show how well you communicate with the people you are not familiar with, I am giving you four weeks to work on the music pieces that requires melody and lyrics to perform to the class ,” she specified her choices.

Wait! Hang on a minute so I am partnered with the Harry boy that left my hand hanging like an idiot for four weeks? Oh boy, this is going to be the longest four week of my life.

At the end of the day, I found out that all my classes are the same as Harry and he is literally doing the same subjects as I am.

Just wonderful.

I don’t hate the kid or anything but he is just seem so guarded and this whole day no one have heard him talk, not even one word to the teacher either. After saying goodbyes to my friends I headed towards the hospital, it is a 30 min walk so it’s not that far and school finished at 3 so I will make it half an hour early.

Since I arrived early, which I normally do, I decided to set up the mini stage for my performance for these brave souls and I can’t deny that I love this job even though it doesn’t pay. After I finish setting everything up it was now 3:45 pm so I decided to put the chairs out as well, as I was unstacking the chairs from the wall someone walks in through the door. That was weird and normally no one is allowed to be here or comes here at this time of the day. Once again for the 100th time today, the person that walks in through the door was Harry and I swear I’ve never actually seen anyone so many times in one single day.

He walks straight past me into the critical patient ward carrying a guitar with him on one arm and a lotus flowers on the other.

I wonder what he is doing here. Does he have a family member that is unconscious right now or in a serious condition? Is that why he looks so spaced out, depressed and avoided any type of conversation?

Poor boy.

Notes

Why was Harry quite and rude? Why is Harry coming to the critical ward ? (Stay tune and find out)

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