For all those Harry Styles lovers out there, especially my friend Kirsty, who I dedicate this story to.
You have a few minutes before your next class so you decide to have a final practice for your school production audition after school today. You see an empty class and go into it, making sure you close the door behind you. There's a CD player in the corner of the rooms you take out your CD, put it in and press play. You sit down on one of the desks and begin to sing. A few lines in another voice joins yours. Your voices sync perfectly into one harmonious tune. The voice gets louder, closer. Soon you feel a hand rest on your shoulder. Then there's a slight thud as this voice sits itself down on the desk beside you. The two of you continue to sing in harmony and as you do so you look at him and see for the first time in person his uncontrollable, curly, brown hair, his mysterious and gorgeous green eyes and his amazing pearl white smile. He is exactly what you thought he would be. Your eyes are transfixed on his. The song has now finished but your sure neither of you want this moment to end. A huge grin spreads across your face and you start to giggle and cry at the same time, breaking the silence. He stares at you confused. "Happy tears" you say and his expression starts to relax. He tells you how much he loves your voice and gives you a few pointers to help you at the auditions. You hear what you never wanted to hear. The bell. You had forgotten you had one last class before the auditions. He helps to gather your things and tells you he will wait for you and walk you home after the auditions. The next class flys by and soon you are singing your heart out in front of the selectors. It's all over so quickly but you feel you have enough to get the part. You walk out the back door of the auditorium and there he is waiting, like he promised to walk you home. As you walk together you start to shiver. He takes off his blazer and puts it around your shoulders. His hand runs down your arm and his fingers intwine into yours. As you approach your house specks of rain start to fall on the pavement. The rain falls harder and faster. You run the few short metres to your house hand in hand. You duck for cover on the front porch of your house as the rain continues to pelt down. His hands clasp around your waist and he pulls you in for a long soft passionate kiss. The warmth of his breath fills you to the brink. He then backs away and down the steps of your porch and out into the rain. You yell out to him because he forgot his blazer. He turns back and says "I'll be back for it tomorrow." He does one last cheeky wink before he sets off into the pouring rain. You stand there in disbelief for a few minutes before the cold gets to you and you hurry inside for a nice mug of hot chocolate and to think of what the next day might bring.