The next morning Harry was eating his breakfast by himself. In front of him was his paragraph for Home Ec. He had been rereading it all morning making sure it wasn't too cheesy. When he felt like it was good enough he folded it up and put it in his pocket. Just as he was putting his bowl in the sink he heard his mom enter the kitchen. “So something interesting happened yesterday.” She started, grabbing a mug out of the cupboard.

“What's that?” He asked, wiping his mouth.

“I went to pay out electric bill and they lady told me it had already been paid.” She explained. “Know anything about that?”

“Nope.” He mumbled, leaning on the counter but he knew she wouldn't believe him. He could never fool his mom, he wasn't even sure if it was possible for kids to fool their mothers.

“Harry Edward Styles, explain this right now. Where did you get that kind of money?” Anne demanded crossing her arms.

Sighing Harry ran a hand through his hair. “I had some money saved from Christmas and when dad decides to try and be a father.” He lied. “He sent me some a few months ago, I just didn't want to tell you because I know how you feel whenever I bring him up.”

Anne frowned, ever since her husband walked out she tried her best to keep thoughts of him at bay. Not only did he walk out on her but he left two kids without a father. There were always promises but they were never kept leaving Harry and Gemma upset. She always had to pick up the pieces. “Oh...well just...” She muttered. “Just don't do that anymore. Bills aren't your responsibility. They're mine.”

“Mom, I can help you. You don't have to do it all on your own anymore.”

“No, you're focus needs to be on school and college. Just enjoy being a kid for as long as you can, ok? You have your whole life to worry about money and bills and all that mess.”
Even though he knew he wouldn't listen Harry nodded. He felt a little better when she smiled. “Ok,” She sighed standing up to kiss his forehead. “Now hurry up, you're going to be late.” She told him before shooing him out of the kitchen.

Lucky for Harry the day seemed to pass by quickly and before he knew it he was heading to Home Ec. If someone had told him it would be his favorite class he would've punched them. During the day he never sees Abigail so seeing her sitting at their table when he walked in always made him smile. Today was no different. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun letting him see her face perfectly. Even though she was wearing a baggy shirt he still thought she looked amazing. 'Damn you're whipped,' He could hear his friend's mocking voices in his head as he sat down.

“Hey Harry,” She beamed looking up from her writing.

“Hey, what are you working on?”

“Uh nothing,” She muttered stuffing the book in her bag. She must have been able to sense he was unhappy with her answer. “Its my journal, I started writing again and haven't really been able to stop.”

“Can I see?”

“No!” She exclaimed, covering her mouth, a blush crept to her face. “No, I mean, that's the whole point of a journal. To get the thoughts you can never say onto paper.”

Harry was about to say something else when Miss Brooks walked into the room. “Hello class, how are we today?” She grinned.

A few students mumbled a response as she made her way to her desk. Scrambling around she grabbed a cookbook. “Ok for today we are going to start on a project.”

“What about our homework?” A girl asked earning a few scowls from her fellow classmates.

“Oh right, about that, now I'm going to need you to give your paragraphs and fold them. Once its folded I want you to give it to your partner.”

Abigail's eyes widened. She didn't expect Harry to ever read what she wrote about him. “Now once you have each other's papers I want you to save it. You can read it now or you can read it when you feel ready. You never have to read it, it doesn't matter. This whole process is to learn what your partner has learned about you.”

Reaching into his pocket he slid his paper across the table to Abigail who took it shyly. He watched her pull her journal out of her bag. Carefully she tore out a page and folded it before handing it to him. 'So she writes about me in her journal?' He thought but he could tell how nervous she was. “I'm not going to read it now.” He whispered as Miss Brooks went on about their upcoming project.

Abigail smiled, “In that case, I'm not going to read your's either.” Placing the folded piece of paper in the back of her journal closed it before putting it back in her bag.

Inside Harry was glad, sure he meant every word he wrote but he didn't want to be around when she read it. He didn't want to scare her off or make her feel uncomfortable. They weren't at all ready for any kind of relationship, they were just now starting to become friends but he didn't mind. At the moment he was happy at the pace they were going. He knew eventually things would work out, but right now he had to be patient.

Their project was to build a cookbook of their favorite recipes. From recipes passed down through your family to ones found in cookbooks. Seemed easy enough. Their first task? To find their recipes. Grabbing four books he gave two to his partner and kept two to himself. The best part of this assignment was they were able to talk. “Did those hurt?” Abigail asked while he was scanning the appetizer's page.

Confused he looked up to find her staring at his tattoos on his collarbones. “Oh these? A little a first but it eventually numbed. Now this one...” He started lifting his arm to show the tribal symbol he had wrapped around his upper arm. “Hurt like a bitch.”

Lightly brushing her fingers over his inked skin she was finally able to get a closer look at his tattoos. The detailing was incredible, she could tell most were thought out while some seemed random but they fit. Feeling her fingers on his skin sent chill bumps down his arm. Clearing his throat he decided to get the focus off of him. “So you got any secret tattoos that no one knows about?”

“Oh yeah, nobody knows about the angel wings on my back.” She grinned.

“Hey, I already call you angel so might as well.” He smirked making her giggle.

She looked around the room before meeting his eyes. “Why do you call me angel?” She asked catching him somewhat off guard.

“Uh well,” He sighed. “You're kind of like an angel.”

“I'm not...” She mumbled shaking her head.

Placing his hand on her knee he scooted closer to her. “You are to me.”

Butterflies was an understatement. In that moment Abigail felt like her heart was going to fly out of her chest and land on the table. A simple touch from Harry made her feel like jelly. Covering his hand with hers she gave him a small smile before concentrating on the cookbook in front of her. When the bell rang she was sad, she felt good around Harry. Like he could melt all her fears and concerns away with a simple smile. When they walked out of the classroom and went their separate ways she wished Home Ec lasted all day. Sitting down in her next class she knew her mind would not be on the upcoming test she had. All she could think about was the curly haired boy that was slowly but surely stealing her heart.

After school Abigail and Charlotte were forced to go to the mall with Kristin who had picked today to get their clothes for the upcoming party. “Ok, I already have a good idea on what you guys should wear...” Kristin explained pulling them from store to store.

“Do we have any say in this?” Charlotte asked pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“Nope, not at all, now stop complaining and just trust me.”

“Why do I feel like that's easier said than done?”

Sitting in the dressing rooms Kristin handed them each a few articles of clothing before closing the curtain. “Kristin what the hell?!” Charlotte explained examining the top she was given.

“Don't give me that, I am breaking you out of your baggy sweater, collared shirt style even if it kills me. Its just for one night, just put it on!”

Mumbling a few curse words under her breath Charlotte pulled the stappy tank top on. It definitely was out of her comfort zone. A backless bright turquoise, Leopard print tank top that dipped lower than any shirt she owned. Stepping out from behind the curtain she shook her head. “No way.”

“Are you kidding?! It looks amazing on you!” Kristin beamed clapping her hands together.

“Abby, your turn.”

Pulling the strapless top up Abigail stepped out. “Ok I like the lace but are you sure my boobs aren't going to fall out?” She questioned looking in the mirror.

“They shouldn't but if you're worried about it we'll get you some tape. But just think how speechless Harry will be when he sees you in that and...” Holding up a faux leather skater skirt she smiled. “this. He won't know what hit him.”

“Are you sure?” She blushed.

“Positive. Now if you girls are done we need shoes so hurry it up!” Kristin demanded pushing them back in their dressing rooms.

Now Abigail was even more eager for Saturday. Sure, she was excited for the party and hanging out with her friends but she was curious if Harry would interact with her. Class was different, they had to talk to each other. How would he act in a totally different environment?