Harry POV:
The alarm blared at 6:30 AM, and I swatted it off with a frustrated swipe. My phone screen lit up with ten missed calls from Mom. I sat up and dialed her back, the phone ringing several times before she answered. A strange silence met my "Hey Momma, what's wrong?" Then, loud music blared through the line, followed by a sudden click. She’d hung up. A knot tightened in my chest. I needed to focus on getting ready for my first day at a new school.
“What should I wear?” I muttered, pacing in front of my open closet. “Ooh, I know what to wear.” I headed for the shower, grabbing my favorite clothes. Once out, I pulled on my pink and black lace panties, then black tights, a pink skirt, and a black long-sleeved crop top. I stood before the mirror on the bathroom door, studying my reflection. “I look amazing,” I breathed, admiring the outfit. I dried off and smoothed my fringe, grabbing my bag. I shoved my keys inside, then headed downstairs to the kitchen.
The house felt empty, and I sighed, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. Boxes were stacked against the far wall, a reminder of how much still needed to be unpacked. “I really need to get furniture,” I muttered. My phone buzzed, and I checked it.
A text message read: ‘i dont know where i am.’
‘Okay, make sure your location is on,’ I replied.
‘its on.’
I opened my location app and tracked her position. Once the location popped up, I sent it to her.
‘thank you sweetie,’ she texted back.
‘your welcome momma,’ I replied.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and started for the door. Then, panic flared. I looked down at my outfit. This wouldn’t work. I’d be bullied for sure. I raced back upstairs and changed into black skinny jeans and a black sweater. Finally, I walked downstairs and started walking to school. What if nobody liked me? What if they found out? What if they thought I was a freak? What if— Oh God, what if they beat me up because it showed?
I started hyperventilating. I jammed my headphones on and cranked up my calming music. By the time I reached the school, I’d managed to pull myself together. Maybe they wouldn't care. Maybe they’d like me for me. I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away, and walked into the school. I took a deep breath before entering the office, asking for my schedule. I looked it over.
Harry Styles Grade: 11 Age: 17
1- Spanish Room- 145 2- Geometry Room- 156 3- Study Hall Room- 4- Study Hall Room- 5- Physics Room- 176 6- History Room- 205 7- Theater Arts Room- 96 8- Study Hall Room-
“Yay,” I said out loud. Three free periods. I finally looked up from the paper and ran right into someone.
“Ow!” I exclaimed, landing hard on my bum.
“Hey, watch—” someone started, but their voice cut off mid-sentence. I looked up and met the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen staring down at me.