Nothing At All
Chapter Four
The shocking thing for me when I walked into school on Monday morning was when I opened my locker I found a letter with my name on it with Harry’s handwriting scribbled on it.
“Well looks like you two are taking this letter thing seriously,” Delilah said pointing to the letter.
“We kind of are,” I said, “This is the third letter.”
“Wow,” Delilah said shocked, “You’re not falling for him are you?”
“Falling?” I asked getting a bit defensive, “Delilah I barely know what his favorite color is. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to fall for him.”
“Just be careful Rose,” Delilah said, “He’ll break your heart faster than anything.”
“I’m not falling for him Dee,” I said dramatically as we walked into our favorite class which was music.
We sat in our normal spots towards the back of the classroom. Harry and his friends usually sat in the front of the class because in this class the roles were reversed. Harry was the teacher’s pet and I was the street rat. When we walked in, Harry and his gang including my brother were messing around with the instruments. I rolled my eyes and when Harry and I made eye contact we nodded our heads. Delilah saw this and gave me a warning look and I just rolled my eyes. I plopped down in my seat and pulled out the letter. I was tempted to open it but I wanted to do it in journalism so I shoved it back into my bag. The bell rang and Mr. Ransom came out of his office.
“Today we’re doing solos,” he said, “and we’re going to start in the back of the room, so Rose you’re first.”
“Alright Mr. R,” I said standing up but Mia threw a complete fit.
“And why does she have to start first she always goes first,” she whined and I rolled my eyes.
“By all means go right ahead,” I said sitting back down.
She then grinned triumphantly because most of the time I usually fought with her but I was in no mood today for some reason. I then sat back down. However when I sat down, the seat that was normally empty next to me was taken by none other than Harry Styles.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Wanted a change of scenery,” he replied, “Is that a crime street rat?”
“You tell me teacher’s pet,” I smirked and he winked at me.
Mia then sang some song that no one knew about and was off key about ninety-five percent of the song. I winced as she hit the last note of the song and her voice cracked.
“Worst song ever,” Harry mumbled and I snorted lightly.
“More like worst singer ever,” I mumbled and Harry laughed.
“Alright Miss Siege your up,” Mr. Ransom said and I stood up.
“Thanks. I want to sing a song that I wrote a couple of years ago,” I said and grabbed the guitar that Niall forgot to put away.
I've never been a stranger to working hard
But I've been known to play
You won't likely find me letting down my guard
But I'll get drunk and carried away
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
I get up and get dressed and put it on
And act like I got it together
'Cause somebody's gotta put the supper on
And no man would know better
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
At the end of another hell of a day
I wouldn't change a thing
I kick off my shoes, mix up a drink
And get on my knees and pray, pray...
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round?
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
When I was done with the song, everyone was completely quiet and I put the guitar away and walked back to my seat.
“Styles your next,” Mr. Ransom said.
Harry then stood up and Niall walked to get the guitar and they started the song that Harry sang at least once a week for solos.
She's a good girl, loves her mamma
Loves Jesus and America too,
She's a good girl, crazy ‘bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too, yeah yeah...
It's a long day. Livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway running through the yard
I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
They move west down Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts.
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin.
I wanna glide down, over Mulholland
Wanna write her name in the sky,
I wanna free fall out into nothin
Oh, I'm gonna leave this, this world for a while
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
Then I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin...
While Harry was singing, it was very scary how much he reminded me of the John Mayer version of this song. The rasp in his voice was very unique and it was a nice change compared to a lot of the singers I heard on the radio. Harry and I had eye contact throughout the entire song and when the song was over he stood up and came back to sit next to me.
“Not bad Styles,” I said.
“Didn’t know you were a songwriter,” he replied.
“Have a journal of them,” I said.
“You should let me read them sometime,” he said.
“Before or after you fuck me?” I asked and looked at him and I heard Delilah gasp.
I had spent most of Sunday racking my brain as to why Harry wanted to be friends with me. After a year of seeing each other and slinging insults at each other why did he want to be friends with me? I wanted to ask Delilah or Jenna but I knew they’d just tell me that I was crazy so I spent all of Sunday in my room looking up at the ceiling in my room and tried to get something pieced together. The most logical thing was that he wanted something or he was using me and once I gave him what he wanted or he got what he wanted he was going to throw me away like yesterday’s trash and I was not going to let that happen to me. It’s happened one too many times and now I was going to prevent it.
“Since when did I say that?” Harry asked taken aback and I could see the anger in his eyes.
“Oh come on Harry,” I said looking at him, “You’re not being nice to me out of the kindness of your heart you want something.”
“Actually I am,” he said and I could see the determination in his eyes, “You know what. I’ll prove it to you. Go on a date with me.”
“What?” I asked confused.
“Go on a date with me,” he said, “Tonight. Hell for lunch. I’ll prove to you that I’m not being nice to you because I want something.”
“Fine,” I said, “Lunch.”
“Fine,” Harry said and then stood up and went back to his normal seat.
“Well looks like you two are taking this letter thing seriously,” Delilah said pointing to the letter.
“We kind of are,” I said, “This is the third letter.”
“Wow,” Delilah said shocked, “You’re not falling for him are you?”
“Falling?” I asked getting a bit defensive, “Delilah I barely know what his favorite color is. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to fall for him.”
“Just be careful Rose,” Delilah said, “He’ll break your heart faster than anything.”
“I’m not falling for him Dee,” I said dramatically as we walked into our favorite class which was music.
We sat in our normal spots towards the back of the classroom. Harry and his friends usually sat in the front of the class because in this class the roles were reversed. Harry was the teacher’s pet and I was the street rat. When we walked in, Harry and his gang including my brother were messing around with the instruments. I rolled my eyes and when Harry and I made eye contact we nodded our heads. Delilah saw this and gave me a warning look and I just rolled my eyes. I plopped down in my seat and pulled out the letter. I was tempted to open it but I wanted to do it in journalism so I shoved it back into my bag. The bell rang and Mr. Ransom came out of his office.
“Today we’re doing solos,” he said, “and we’re going to start in the back of the room, so Rose you’re first.”
“Alright Mr. R,” I said standing up but Mia threw a complete fit.
“And why does she have to start first she always goes first,” she whined and I rolled my eyes.
“By all means go right ahead,” I said sitting back down.
She then grinned triumphantly because most of the time I usually fought with her but I was in no mood today for some reason. I then sat back down. However when I sat down, the seat that was normally empty next to me was taken by none other than Harry Styles.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Wanted a change of scenery,” he replied, “Is that a crime street rat?”
“You tell me teacher’s pet,” I smirked and he winked at me.
Mia then sang some song that no one knew about and was off key about ninety-five percent of the song. I winced as she hit the last note of the song and her voice cracked.
“Worst song ever,” Harry mumbled and I snorted lightly.
“More like worst singer ever,” I mumbled and Harry laughed.
“Alright Miss Siege your up,” Mr. Ransom said and I stood up.
“Thanks. I want to sing a song that I wrote a couple of years ago,” I said and grabbed the guitar that Niall forgot to put away.
I've never been a stranger to working hard
But I've been known to play
You won't likely find me letting down my guard
But I'll get drunk and carried away
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
I get up and get dressed and put it on
And act like I got it together
'Cause somebody's gotta put the supper on
And no man would know better
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
At the end of another hell of a day
I wouldn't change a thing
I kick off my shoes, mix up a drink
And get on my knees and pray, pray...
Girls like us
We don't mess around
We don't tie you up
Just to let you down
Don't girls like us make the world go round?
Don't girls like us make the world go round and round?
When I was done with the song, everyone was completely quiet and I put the guitar away and walked back to my seat.
“Styles your next,” Mr. Ransom said.
Harry then stood up and Niall walked to get the guitar and they started the song that Harry sang at least once a week for solos.
She's a good girl, loves her mamma
Loves Jesus and America too,
She's a good girl, crazy ‘bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too, yeah yeah...
It's a long day. Livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway running through the yard
I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
They move west down Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts.
And I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin, now I'm
Free fallin.
I wanna glide down, over Mulholland
Wanna write her name in the sky,
I wanna free fall out into nothin
Oh, I'm gonna leave this, this world for a while
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin
Then I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Now I'm free,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin,
Free fallin, fallin...
While Harry was singing, it was very scary how much he reminded me of the John Mayer version of this song. The rasp in his voice was very unique and it was a nice change compared to a lot of the singers I heard on the radio. Harry and I had eye contact throughout the entire song and when the song was over he stood up and came back to sit next to me.
“Not bad Styles,” I said.
“Didn’t know you were a songwriter,” he replied.
“Have a journal of them,” I said.
“You should let me read them sometime,” he said.
“Before or after you fuck me?” I asked and looked at him and I heard Delilah gasp.
I had spent most of Sunday racking my brain as to why Harry wanted to be friends with me. After a year of seeing each other and slinging insults at each other why did he want to be friends with me? I wanted to ask Delilah or Jenna but I knew they’d just tell me that I was crazy so I spent all of Sunday in my room looking up at the ceiling in my room and tried to get something pieced together. The most logical thing was that he wanted something or he was using me and once I gave him what he wanted or he got what he wanted he was going to throw me away like yesterday’s trash and I was not going to let that happen to me. It’s happened one too many times and now I was going to prevent it.
“Since when did I say that?” Harry asked taken aback and I could see the anger in his eyes.
“Oh come on Harry,” I said looking at him, “You’re not being nice to me out of the kindness of your heart you want something.”
“Actually I am,” he said and I could see the determination in his eyes, “You know what. I’ll prove it to you. Go on a date with me.”
“What?” I asked confused.
“Go on a date with me,” he said, “Tonight. Hell for lunch. I’ll prove to you that I’m not being nice to you because I want something.”
“Fine,” I said, “Lunch.”
“Fine,” Harry said and then stood up and went back to his normal seat.
Notes
Hey everyone! Here's another update!Let me know what you think! :D
10/27/13