I didn't expect to fall for a boy so quickly. I'd always guarded myself from falling hard, because I've been there and done that. And I had no intentions of going back. But Harry was different. I know this sounds so cheesy, but he really was different. Or well, was anyways. Yeah, he's dead now. I guess that's why it hurt so much to fall for him so quickly.
I promised myself that day that I'd never ever fall for another boy. Harry was theone. I know he was. And I know I'm only fifteen, but I could just tell. I knew it from the moment his British accent hit my ears. And it wasn't just because he was British either. It was just him. I don't know how to explain it, but the only way I can think to would be like feeling like you've been lost for such a long time in a desert, and then somehow, there's a lake just in front of you. Just sitting there. And it's been there the entire time; it's just taken a while to get to it. It's … it's complicated to describe how I feel right now, telling all of this to myself; admitting that it's finally over. It's been over for a while, about two or three weeks, but I just couldn't come to grip the fact that Harry was never ever coming back. It felt like I was married to a soldier who was fighting over seas, and then one day all I had to remember him by was his dog tags. That's how I felt when I was handed Harry's scarf. The one that I'd bought him for his birthday just two months ago. It seemed like it was so long ago that he was actually alive, and breathing, and spending time with me. It felt like eons ago that we were together. But the time we were together felt like seconds ticking by on a stop watch. We both knew it was going to end. Just neither of us expected it to end the way it had. I guess I'll start over from he very beginning of this story; when we first met.
It was September and the school year had just started. I was now in grade 10, finally out of grade nine. There had been some rumours of an exchange student from Europe, but nobody really believed them until September 20th when Harry stepped into the school being guided by the principle, Mr. Mac. I didn't even know of his arrival until third period science class, when I was taking notes and there was a knock on the door. In walked my friend Sarah, who told my science teacher that I was to give a tour to the new kid. I'd had no idea that I was even put up for this, but I packed my things and left the class anyways. Who needs biology? As soon as I stepped outside the classroom I knew that this hadn't been planned by our principle. But what did I care? Harry had been leaning against the lockers, and my first impression of him was … whoa. He had dark brown curly hair pushed to the side, bright blue eyes and the most mischievous smile that I've ever seen.
He stuck his hand out for me to shake, and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Harry Styles. Nice to meet you, Lindsey… isn't it?"
I shook his hand and gave him a small smile, "Yeah, Lindsey Price. Nice to meet you Harry,"
"So," he started as we began walking towards my locker so I could put away my class stuff. "Anything I should know about you?" he asked, taking me by surprise.
"Uh, well, what do you want to know?" I asked, seemingly distracted by his accent.
"When's your birthday, how old are you… just the usual," he said casually as i tried to remember my combo.
"I'm uh, 14. I'll be 15 in November. I'm in grade ten. Um, I swim competitively. I like music, history, and food. I guess that's pretty much the basics," I told him, letting out an awkward laugh. He laughed too, but his seemed genuine.
"Well, I'm Harry Styles, I'm in grade 11, my birthday is February first- if you want to write that down, and I like singing," he said as we began to walk.
I showed him the gyms, the cafeteria, the library, where all of his classes were, and the music room. It was mostly silent other then a few words about his teachers and random subjects that happened to come up, but when we got to the music room he insisted that we go inside, and there wasn't anyone in there, so I decided to go along. Once he looked around for a few minutes, checking out a few things, he turned towards me and smiled,
"I love this school," he told me. I laughed sarcastically, then rolled my eyes,
"Yeah, wait till it's been about a week, then you'll hate it,"
"I won't hate it if you're here with me," he said, smirking, and moving towards me. I did a double take, and then blushed as I realized exactly how close to me he was standing—three inches away at the most.
"Um, Harry, uh, what-?" but I never got to finish my sentence before he kissed me quickly on the cheek and started laughing like an insane person,
"Think I was going to snog you, eh? What type of boy do you think I am?" he laughed at my embarrassment. I had thought that he was going to kiss me, but my happy though was interrupted once more, "Oh! It's nearly half past one, I might be on my way, then," he said, beginning to exit the room, then stopping to turn to me, "What's your number?" he asked, taking out a sleek black cell phone- a blackberry I think.
"Uhh…. 445-3734." I said, still dazed.
"We'll chat later. For now," he said, mock bowing as he exited the room, and walking down the hall towards his next class.
"Well, definitely a gentleman," I grumbled as I exited the music room and headed to my locker, where my anxious -and boy crazy- friends awaited my arrival.