I couldn't wait to get to school. It was so weird, how excited I was. But I found myself taking extra time to look nice today. I straightened my wavy blonde chlorine-damaged hair, put on some mascara with some light ripped skinny jeans, and a plain white v-neck t-shirt. I rode the bus to school like usual, and had just enough time to stop at my locker before I had to rush off to my first class: French.

French was pretty easy, well, because I'm in French Immersion, but today all we did was study for a big test that we have on Friday. Everyone else is pretty nervous, but I'm ok. I received a few text messages presumably from my friends throughout the class, but we're not allowed to use our cell-phones. I think I'm the only one that actually listens to that rule. But as soon as the teacher dismissed us, I went straight to my locker to grab my gym back so I could change for gym. Once I got to my locker, my friends Ally, Jessie, and Kennedy were waiting for me, already changed for their dance class. I changed quickly in the bathroom before walking with Kennedy to our gym class, and on the way there I checked my phone. I had four new messages, two of which were from Harry, and the others from Ally reminding me of our Geo test today. I read those first, saving Harry's for last as we entered the gym. The first read,

Good morning lovely :)

Which was sent last night, right after I fell asleep, and the second said,

Meet me for lunch in the commons area? Xx

I smiled and laughed, then texted back,

Sure (: and I'm in gym right now, so I'll talk to you at lunch.

And then I was forced to put away my phone, and participate in another agonizingly boring class of kick-ball. My teacher doesn't like me all that much because I always show her up. Like, the other day we were doing a core work out, and she was doing an example of how 'proper' plank should look, and I started laughing because she was doing it completely wrong, so I showed her how to do it, then she got all mad at me and almost gave me a detention. For what? Embarrassing her? Yeah. But anyway. I was standing behind the mat of third base, and just before the runner could connect with the 'base', I caught the ball flying towards me, and tagged the poor bastard on the back. And then my gym teacher called it 'safe'.

My team started booing, and I just couldn't take it anymore,

"Hey! That was out! I tagged him before he got on the base!" I practically yelled, walking up to my teacher.

"No, he wasn't! I saw him reach the base before you tagged him." She told me matter of factly.

"Yeah well, have a nice day," I said throwing the ball in her general direction before storming off to the change room, hearing cheering from my friends and my team mates.

I changed quickly then left, smiling at my gym teacher as I walked out the door. Ok, maybe I over reacted a tiny bit, but she was being a bitch. I checked my phone once I'd put away all of my things in my locker, and found a text from, you guessed it, Harry.

Ok, I'll see you then :)

Hey, you still in class?

Yeah, aren't you supposed to be too? :P

I left; my gym teacher was being a bitch. -_-

Meet me near the music room?

Yeah sure, I'm here. When're you gonna be here?

Just …. About … now.

"Hey." I heard a familiar voice from behind me, and then I felt someone hug me from behind. I laughed a bit, blushing too.

"Hey Harry," I chuckled as he let go, and I turned around. I was yet again blown away by how beautiful he was. Today, he was wearing a Jack Wills sweater, a pair of blue skinny jeans and a pair of Nike high tops. His hair was still pushed out of his face, and I had a sudden urge to twirl one of his curls with my finger. Before I could even think about what I was saying, I said it.

"I want to finger rape your hair," I said, laughing as an amused expression covered his face.

"Go ahead, I get that a lot," he laughed. I was practically jumping up and down from excitement as I ran my hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. I had to stand on my toes to reach his hair, though, and then I realized how tall he was compared to my 5'5 frame. Once I was finished finger raping his hair, he laughed quietly as he slipped his hand in mine and began walking down the hallway towards the music room. I was just as shocked when he grabbed my hand as when he had sent me that heart yesterday evening. Does he like me…? I wondered. It was certainly possible, and I found myself hoping that it was true. Mostly because I think I was falling head over heels for him, and it would only hurt more if he didn't feel the same way. I've only ever fallen for one guy like this before, and it didn't end up too well for either of us. But I had a little feeling that Harry wasn't like that, and he would never be like that. I hoped I was right, because I was seriously starting to like him. I didn't even know much about him, other then his name, his age, and that he's in the band One Direction, but I knew that there was more to this boy then just that. At least, I hoped there was.

Harry dragged me into the yet again empty music room, and sat me down on the edge of the stage, smiling the entire time.

"Harry what're you doing?" I laughed as he danced a few feet in front of me.

"I'm dancing," he replied matter of factly, but then he stopped and pulled something from his pocket; a silver Ipod Touch with headphones wrapped around it. He unwrapped the headphones and unplugged them, stuffing them back in his pocket and scrolling through something on his Ipod. He finally chose something and smiled, looking back up at me. "But no, seriously," he said, walking a little closer in front of me, "I want to sing for you." He told me, a serious expression on his face. I figured he didn't do this a lot for any random girl.

"What're you going to sing?" I asked, my curiosity peaking.

"You'll see," he said, grinning mischievously. He pressed his Ipod, and some music started playing quietly on the speakers. I knew the song immediately, it was Hedley. My all time favourite band. But how did he know? And my favourite song, too.

I was lost in his eyes until it came to my favourite part, and I was shocked into complete and utter silence as he sang,

And I won't let you go
you gotta lay it on the line to know
you don't have to do it on your own

If you fall I'll catch you
If the world comes at you
You can always run to me
I'll be your hiding place
And if the stars burn out of the sky
And your heart lost its light, just never let me go
And I'll scare your fears away
Yeah I'll be your hiding place

I was in complete awe. I knew he could sing, I mean, Ellie has forced me to listen to their songs at least a million times, but this, this was different. This was Harry Styles, singing my favourite Hedley song to me. Just to me. I couldn't speak. Harry was silent, searching my face for some form of emotion, but I just couldn't manage any right now.

"Was that ok, yeah?" he asked, sitting down beside me and taking my hand. I managed a nod, and then my face broke out into a smile. I hugged Harry so suddenly that even I didn't know what was happening. I pulled back immediately, and blushed deeply before Harry wrapped his arms around me anyways, creating another hug between us.

We hugged for a long time before I realized that my eyes were watering. Nobody had ever sung a song to me and definitely not a song like that, which has so much meaning to me. I sniffled, trying to keep the tears in the barriers of my eyes, but Harry pulled back with a concerned look on his face.

"You alright?" he asked worriedly. I simply nodded and wiped away a tear which had escaped. I smiled.

"That's the first time anyone has ever sung to me," I admitted. He smiled a small smile and stood up, holding out a hand which I promptly took with my own.

"I'm glad I was the first," he said quietly as he pulled me closer to him, two inches away at the most. His free hand came up to my face and traced the curve of my upper lip; his eyes followed suite.

"Harry…" I whispered. He blinked once, then twice, and sighed.

"I … it wouldn't be proper to give you a proper snog right now, would it?" he asked, obviously dejected. I shook my head no, and took a step back.

"Maybe in a few weeks," I sighed, knowing that if anything- any rumour got out about me kissing the exchange student on the second day of him being here, nobody would think of me the same ever again.

"Want to go somewhere right now?" he asked suddenly, his eyes lighting up. I looked at the clock on the wall, and saw that there was still about an hour or so left of the second period class. I hadn't realized I'd left that early. Then after this period, there was lunch. We had about three hours.

"I'd love to," I said, smiling as he pulled me out of the music room by the hand, and lead me to the student parking lot where his car was parked.

We drove around for a while, not really going anywhere. Finally, we just decided to park in some random parking lot and talk. We ended up in the backseat because A) it was comfier, and B) there was more space. I was leaning back against the passenger side door, and Harry was sitting opposite of m, leaning back against the driver' side door. We talked about random things, learning more about each other. I learnt that once Harry graduated, he was going to college to study Law, sociology, and business. Back in England, he'd worked at a small bakery in his home town of Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, and that he likes cats.

I told him about my swimming, which he seemed really interested in, and about how much I hate my gym teacher.

"So, you pretty much have no life outside of swimming, yeah?" he asked, moving over onto the middle seat, and placing my legs across his lap.

"That's pretty much it," I concluded, chuckling.

"Well, would you have time for a boyfriend?" he asked, looking me in the eyes. I was shocked. This boy seemed to do that to me quite often. This boy that I've known since yesterday afternoon has suddenly become so important to me, that I feel as though I can't do anything without him. This feeling scared me, and made me feel insecure, but I knew that Harry would never let me fall, and then drop me. So I took a chance,

"I…. yes. I'll always have time for you," I told him quietly, feeling myself shift in position, so I was sitting cross-legged on the seat facing Harry.

"That's … fantastic," he whispered, leaning in towards me. His lips touched mine and my world exploded, then almost like a vacuum cleaner sucked it all back, he pulled away, and I found myself sitting in the back of Harry's car, my face slightly red and out of breath. Harry looked like he'd fared the same as me, as his skin was pink and he was smiling softly. His hands immediately went around my waist, and mine in his hair. His lips crashed into mine, and I could feel the passion rising inside him. His kiss became more harsh, but not in a bad way. His hands pulled my body closer to his as I uncrossed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him as close to me as I could. I know this was going against what I'd just said an hour ago, but I was living in the moment.

I didn't realize it, but the car was starting to warm up, and so was i. I could feel my body heating up, and I made an erratic, spontaneous decision. I untangled my hands from Harry's hair, and began to strip off my shirt, but Harry's hands stopped mine before they got half-way up my stomach,

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked, his breathing heavy. I nodded, and his hands released mine, and then lifted the cotton fabric of my shirt over my head. His hands traveled back down to my waist as he kissed down my neck, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the ground where mine had landed. I leaned back against the car door as he planted soft kisses down my collarbone, tickling me, and making me squirm. He chuckled at this, and moved his mouth back to mine, planting a soft kiss before pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine. We were both slightly sweaty, and the car windows had started to fog up.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver, "and that's why I can't ruin you. It would be better if you just… I want you in my life. I know that for sure now. I just don't want to hurt you," he breathed. I was confused.

"You wouldn't hurt me, Harry," I told him, trying to convince him.

"I've hurt a lot of girls, Lindsey. But those girls meant nothing to me. I've lied, I've cheated, and I've done some terrible things. But I know I won't do that to you. I couldn't do that to you even if I tried. I just want you to be careful with me, I'm trying to fix myself, I really am," he admitted, sitting up and pulling his shirt back on. He handed me my shirt, and once it was on, he brushed the hair out of my face. I sat there for a moment, shocked at Harry's confession, but not very surprised either. For some reason, I can believe that he played with girls, and hurt them, but I also believed him when he said that he'd never hurt me.

"Harry, I believe you. It's alright. It's … its ok," I assured him, taking his hands and holding them in mine. He smiled slightly, and kissed me for a long time, then pulled back once more.

"I'm really starting to love you, yeah?" he says as he holds me closely to him. The moment was perfect, and then his phone rang. It was a boy's voice screaming, 'ANSWER YOUR RINGEEEEER!' Harry blushed and grabbed his phone from the front seat, answering it with a

"What do you want, Lou?"

There was a muffled voice on the other end, and then a long silence.

"Uh, yeah, I'm with her right now." he said semi-awkwardly. Then all I hear was some screaming/singing/some other things that I'm not sure what they were, but Harry just laughed, then looked at me and said,

"The boys can't wait to meet you."