I was holding my new homework books as I walked with heavy steps towards my new locker. It felt so wrong having my very own locker in such a fancy school like this. But believe it or not, the lockers who each student was assigned to are looking like usual, clear blue lockers like the other schools.

I thought back to the news we received in the auditorium.
The two schools will be put together as one. It’s still the same school though, but the name has changed. This had always been a school made for young dancers, and it was now involving students who’s attending the music lessions aswell...
Somehow it feels like we're enemies, just like if dance and music were competitors. I don't really know why, since they actually complement each other.

I’m starting to get closer to my new locker. 463… 464… 465!
At least I managed to find it by my own.

I’m fumbling with the keys with one of my hands. The other hand is holding a tons of heavy books.
Once I managed to unlock my locker, I reach out for my books with my other empty hand. Just in time when I was going to place the books in the locker, I manage to drop the half of them and they hit the floor with a heavy thud. Damn it!
My cheeks heated as I felt how everyone turned around to face me, just to see where the noise came from. I tried my best to hide my red face behind my hair.
I put the books who's left in my arm into my locker. When I turned around to bend down and pick up the books I dropped, they’re already picked up and stacked in someone’s arms. “I think you dropped these.”

I glanced up and looked straight into two familiar eyes. “Thank you.” I mumbled almost too inaudible and received the books.
The guy who arrived late, sat behind me in the auditorium and probably suspect that I’m some sort of a stalker because of all the times I managed to get noticed by staring at him, is now standing right in front of me with a big grin.
“Here you are. I thought they might get in handy, if you don’t want to fail every class of course.” He says, chuckling silently at his own joke.
I smile at him. “No, I’m not that silly.” I shut my locker and turned towards him again. “You heard Mr.Whitney, you’ll be having an average grade of 2.5 or else…” The guy’s now laughing loudly as he continues: “and to not burn down the school.”
I’m amazed. “I was sayin…” I interrupted myself when I remember that I didn’t say it, I thought of it.

The guy looks questioningly at me, but didn’t intend to ask. Thank god.
I cleared my throat and glanced at the clock on my arm. It’s time for the first tour of the school. Yes, there’s not only one school-tour, there’s many.
“I’ll… see you?” I said and slowly took a pair of steps backwards. His face lit up immediately.
“I hope so.”

I felt my cheeks heatning. Oh my god, Sarah, stop blushing!! “No I didn’t mean it like that… I mean… I’m saying that…” Tragic attempt, I know. Not even I’d understand what my point was. I meant, I don’t want to see him again in that way. I meant that we’ll see each other in the school-corridor. Oh god, did he get that? What if he didn’t. Wait what? Now I don’t even know what I’m thinking about anymore.

I turned my back against him and walked away. I felt like being really rude. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but at the same time I didn’t want him to think of me in another way.
“Styles!” He shouted and I turn hastily. “My name is Harry Styles.”

Notes

And.. he's in!
Sorry guys, my english is pretty bad. But that's the main reason I'm doing this, to practice. And of course because I really, really like this story & I would like to make it possible for every 1D-lover to read it, xx.