A/N: Hi! This is a story I wrote about my best friend (Sonia), and Harry Judd. Each chapter has the name of a song. I hope you like it! I have absolutely no idea of how many chapters this is going to have, oh, and I must warn you, I'm very bad at updating. The next chapter will probably up by Friday or so, but I can't promise anything!

*Hey Jude

'And this is the P.E. gym. You're supposed to have the class right now, but you just arrived. Besides, it's only'- the woman looked at her watch – 'fifteen minutes until the class is over. So you'll probably have to sit down, and you'll start classes tomorrow. Good luck, Harry.'

'Even if I there was time I couldn't do the class anyway…' He muttered, looking down, as if he was searching for the scar in the right of his lower abdomen, remembering the appendicitis he had two weeks ago, and how that would prevent him from doing any physical activity for a month.

That scar also prevented him from starting well a new year in that boarding school. Because of the surgery, he had to stay in the hospital for a few days, and then resting at home. And that was reason why he had been given a tour of the school a week after the scholar year had started. He had insisted with his mother he was just fine, and he could go to school, but with an overprotective mother like Emma Judd, he had no way out. And that was the reason why Harry was so moody that Tuesday afternoon. It was just so boring: the school had already started; the tiny friendship groups had already been made; the best seats had already been taken… And now, everyone was going to ignore him, and he would be an outsider, the one who only showed up in the school after a week of absence.

He saw the woman who had been giving him a tour of the school speaking with who he assumed to be the P.E. teacher, probably talking about him. The teacher turned and smiled at him, motioning the bench behind him. He sighed, 'So it's going to be like this for three more weeks', he thought. He sat in the bench, slowly, and looked at the boys and girls in front of him, playing basketball, not noticing him. Not that they would notice him, the field was about ten meters from the bench Harry was in. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Looking at his right, he could see a big shelf with footballs, basketballs, volleyballs, and a box with dozens of tennis balls. 'Balls everywhere', he smirked at his own dirty thought.

He looked at his left. He hadn't noticed before, but there was a girl next to him, reading a book. He took a better glance at her, and felt suddenly lightheaded.

Harry wasn't the 'obsessive with boobies' kind of guy, but he couldn't bring himself to stop looking. They were huge. And that top was definitely too small for her. He just stared at them. They looked so roundy, so warm, so big, so…

She put the book down and turned, facing him. He didn't realize that, unfortunately.

'What?' She asked him, emotionless. He looked at her face, half shocked, half scared. She searched his eye and just stared at him, again, emotionless.

'Are they real?' Harry said. He couldn't keep himself, but he regret instantly what he had asked. He was expecting a slap, lots of screams from the girl calling him names such like 'filthy pervert', or 'sexist bastard', and he closed his eyes to avoid looking at the probable furious face of the girl. But he felt nothing; he heard nothing except the noise in the background and the screams of the other teenager playing basketball. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find the girl looking at him with the most innocent look ever.

'What's wrong?' She asked him. 'Is she that stupid?', he thought. 'Your boobs', he was going o say. But he couldn't say that. Could he? His eyes travelled from her neck (a nice midterm between looking at her face, which would be the most respectable thing, and her breasts, which wasn't respectable at all, at least for a girl) slowly to her face. Only then he could notice how beautiful she was: coffee coloured skin, the kind of lips models unsuccessfully tried to get with botox, medium size nose, high cheekbones, and then her eyes. They were enormous. 'Like her boobs', he thought again. He had never seen eyes like those ones. Yellowish green eyes, with some brown spots. He had never seen eyes like those, and hers were like two Suns in her face. They were so unnatural they almost looked like they weren't even-

'Your eyes. Are they natural?' At least, that wasn't so disrespectful. Not at all.

She shook her head slightly, moving her curly dark brown hair that went way past her shoulders. He saw her pink lips curve into a small smile.

'I'm not wearing contacts. These are real.' She pointed to her face. Harry only nodded, trying to look away from her, glancing at the shelf full of balls, remembering his dirty thought and grinning.

'Balls everywhere, huh?' He heard, and turned to her again. His eyes widened. Had she just red his mind? She frowned a little. 'What's wrong?'

'Uh, nothing.' He said quickly, trying to forget his messed up thoughts. 'I wish she was there, playing. At least, she wouldn't think I'm so stupid now'. Wait. Why wasn't she playing? He discreetly looked at her again, searching for a lack of P.E. clothes, or an injury that prevented her from doing exercise. But she looked as good as the other girls who were playing. Maybe she had been grounded? But she surely didn't look like someone who would need that. 'There's only one way to find out.'

'Uh, why aren't you there?' He asked shyly, running a hand through his dark brown hair. He definitely needed a haircut.

'I've got a bit of a cold. And I hate team sports.' She spoke. 'What about you?'

'I had appendicitis a couple of weeks ago, and I can't do anything really tiring for a whole month. Besides, I arrived here five minutes ago, and the class is almost finished.'

The girl smiled sympathetically, and lifted her top a bit, showing a half faded scar, similar to Harry's. Only his was much uglier, because it was very recent. 'Still got mine.'

She was nice. Shame she was a girl, she probably had her best friends waiting for her in the end of the class. Oh, well, at least he could try and get her as a girlfriend. It would even sound nice. Harry and… and… What was her name? And she probably didn't know his either.

'I'm Harry, nice to meet you.' He said simply. She smiled again.

'Sonia. I'm 14. How old are you?'

'I'm probably younger than you.' Harry said, a bit darkly. He had always been the youngest in the class, because his birthday was the 23rd December. You could think, some months wouldn't make such a difference, but it was important for him. Most of his classmates would be now fifteen, and he was only fourteen. Pathetic.

'I bet not. My birthday is a day before Christmas Eve.' She chuckled. Well, Harry wasn't really waiting for this one. She could be hours younger. But that was already luck.

'Really? Mine too. What time were you born?' He asked, trying not to show excitement.

'Why does that matter?'

'Just curious.' That was the best excuse he could find. He couldn't just say that he was competitive in such way that it was important to him knowing if he was the oldest. She would think he was a psycho and run away from him.

'Seven PM, I think.' She answered, looking thoughtful. Harry smiled inside. He had been born at seven AM. He tried to change the subject before he let any of his inside joy come out.

'So, why are you here for?' He asked her innocently. The look in her face changed for a complete serious expression.

'Oh, you know, just hunting elephants and stuff.' Harry looked at her. There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in her voice. And that made her statement even funnier. She was good with sarcasm. So was Harry. As Emma, Harry's mum, would say, they were perfect for each other, either friends or something more. He laughed. Sonia smiled again.

'You only arrived today, right?'

'Yeah. I had an appointment in the doctor so I could take the stitches out.' He said.

'Well, I was thinking, I could show you how it is around.'

'The strange lady already gave me a tour of the school.'

'You must be talking about Mrs. Williams.' She said, knowingly.

'Yeah, I think that was her name.' He grinned.

'I meant, showing you the city. I need to go there to get a new shirt; this one is already too small.' 'That explains a lot.' Harry thought. 'And there are tons of cool shops here. You probably don't know this around, do you?'

'No, I came from Essex today, so I only know the school. Or some parts of it, I wasn't very attentive a while ago.' It was true, during the tour to the school his mind often slipped to his worries about his non-existent friends, his confidence, and the lack of a girlfriend.

Sonia nodded and started to play with a strand of her long hair. 'So I can show you the school again, and then we can go to the city.'

'Okay, seems cool.' He smiled, before hearing a whistle.

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