Life In High School

With every school comes growing students.

Popular group. Nerds. Romance. Friendship. Enemies.

But when Harry Styles is in your High School Life things may just be a little different.

Sophie is a girl with a perfect life. She’s smart, has friends and a caring family. That is until she is given a task that every girl is dying for. Harry Styles just makes things harder for her.

Will she be able to survive her High School Life? Find out more in Life In High School…


15. Friends

I woke up to the sound of my ringtone. I looked at it and it was an unknown number. I answered it and tried to sound like I didn't just come from sleep.

"Hello?" I began while getting out from my bed.

"Hey! I hope I did not wake you up!" My eyes opened wide when I heard the person talk. 

"Styles?" I yelled in surprise. 

"Seem surprised!" he said and I can tell he was amused by my reaction cause I just made a total fool out of myself.

"H-h-how... did you get my number?" I stuttered.

"I have my ways."

"So why did you call?"

"I'm on my way, so I wanted to make sure you were awake."

"Oh well, I'm still going to take a shower."

"So I'll be there in probably 20 minutes."he estimated.

"Okay." I said. I threw my phone in the bed and hurried up.

I took a quick bath and then got changed. I fixed myself, and made sure that everything I was right. I fixed the books we needed and threw them in the couch when I heard a knock in my door. I ran to the door and opened it.

"You're here!" I said trying to sound happy but, his presence made me die.

"Yeah, I'm here." he said while inviting himself inside my house. I rolled my eyes when his back was towards me.

"I'm gonna go grab an apple" I said to myself. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, I drank orange juice then went to the living room. 

"So what's the topic for today?" he asked while looking at the books on the couch.

"Well, what do you want to learn?"

"I wanna be advanced," he shrugged his shoulders and then got one of the books and opened to a random page.

"Okay," I said. I sat down beside him, and I saw him smile.

"Don't you want to tour me around your house?" he said out of the blues.

"Yeah, sure later on," I said.

"Come on, why not now?"

"Cause we're gonna study."

"Yeah, but we're just gonna be studying in order to make us advanced so there's no need to rush right?" he challenged me. I cursed under my breath for always giving in to what he said. I got up and waited for him to get up too. A smile lit up in his face then he followed me upstairs.

I toured him around, and I can't help but laugh when I showed him to the library filled with books. His jaw dropped a couple of times which made him really cute. 

"What's that?" h said pointing to a door.

"Umm, that's a music room," I said while crossing my fingers behind me. I really wished he wouldn't ask to enter, or go inside.

"Can I go in?" he asked me.

"Yeah, sure," I said. I slapped myself mentally for not being able to refuse him. What is wrong with me? We went in and he was amazed. Different instruments were sitting in a corner. 

"Can you play?" he asked while looking at me.

"A-a-a little bit," I replied. He moved his head to the direction of the piano and I realized why. "No!"

"Come on, please," he begged. He looked like a little kid but my answer still stayed firm.


"Please! Just once and I will never ask again."

I sighed. "Fine." I went to the piano and sat down. I rested my hands on the piano and started playing "The River Flows In You" since it was practically the only thing I memorized. When I finished, I saw Harry smile.

"Wow, you're good." he said. I felt myself blush cause I've never really played infront of anyone other than my family and best friends. 

"Thanks," I said. I shook my head and took in a deep breath. 

I brought him to my room since he kept on insisting. Honestly, he was getting annoying so I decided to give in. I took in a deep breath before opening my room, since I knew he would criticise it or whatever. May he won't. But it was more of a 80% = yes he will criticise, and 20% = no he won’t criticise. 

I opened my room, and he stepped in before I could.

“Nice room,” he said. I felt my ears erupt. He did criticise but he said a good thing, not a mean or hurtful thing.

“Uhh, thanks, I guess,” I mumbled. He continued looking around my room and stopped infront of my nightstand. He looked at the picture frame. He picked it up, and I wondered why it was so interesting. I went near him, and he looked at me.

“This is you?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I replied with confusion. Of course it’s me! Who else would it be? It looked exactly like me!

“Then who’s the other girl beside you wearing blue?” he asked again but his voice was with hesitation. I grabbed the picture from him and realised it was the picture of me and my twin sister who died when I was 12. She suffered an asthma attack in her sleep, and since it was a great loss my family refuses to talk about it.

“It’s umm,” I stopped. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes, but I rubbed it away with my backhand. 

“It’s okay,” he placed his hand in my back and started patting me and comforting me. It was really weird since he was comforting me and all, but right now I didn’t care. I really needed someone every time I remembered Lizzy.

I finally found the confidence and strength to explain the picture after some time. I sat down in my bed and he sat right next to me. “It’s my twin sister. She, umm, died when I was 12. It was a great loss, so I rarely talk about it."

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” he said with a small comforting smile. I smiled back at him and then stood up. 

“Anyways!” I said trying to put some life in the atmosphere. I really tried my best to stop remembering Lizzy, but sometimes it was just so hard. “We have to study."

“Oh.. yeah,” Harry stood up from the bed and I gestured towards the door. He walked out first than me and then went down. I shut the door after I left.


When we were tutoring, we didn’t bother talking about what had happened. I cannot believe he had his comforting and caring side. I guess not everyone was all bad. Shockingly, he was much more obedient than usual, and I was thankful for that. I guess he was just being obedient because he didn’t want me to feel sad again or probably he didn’t want me to quit.

“That’s all!” I said while shutting the book closed.

“I guess I’m gonna be super advanced in class.” Harry said while stretching his long legs in the couch. “I’m so tired!"

“Hey umm Harry?” I called out without even looking at him.


“Can you not, umm, tell anyone about my twin? It’s kinda better if no one knows.” 

“Sure, you can trust me.” he said and I felt his eyes on me. Or maybe I was just imagining that his eyes were on me. I looked up at him and our eyes met. I moved my head quickly to avoid his eyes. After a second or two, I felt his hand on my chin. He moved my chin up so now I was face to face with him again.

“What do you want Harry?” I said.

“See now you call me by my first name,” he pointed out which made me blush a little. “I like it better when you call me by my first name."

“Well I don't. so thanks for pointing it out,” I said. “Cause now I will always remind myself to call you Styles.” He gave me a “puppy eyes” look but I rolled my eyes. He kept giving me the look which eventually made me smile a little.

“Come on, no need to be so mean to me,” he said while flipping his hair into perfection. I don’t even know why his hair always ends up perfect despite the fact that it was not the proper way to fix your hair.

“Awww, is someone sad?” I said sarcastically which was probably wrong. He grabbed me and got my legs and flipped me over his shoulder. “Put me down!” I shouted while slamming my fists into his back. 

“Never!” he joked while laughing. He spun me around and it made me scream. 

“Harry stop it!!!” I felt him smile even if I couldn’t see his face. He placed me down in the couch, and I sat there for some time.

“See, I see you enjoyed it.” he smirked at me while giving himself a proud smile.

“I didn't! I even felt like puking!” I snapped at him, which was actually a lie. I a little bit did enjoy it.


“No! I mean it!"

“Believe in what you want,” he said firmly. 

“Whatever Harry!” I said while getting up. He looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows. “What now?"

“You called me Harry!” he said and again it made me roll my eyes. 

“I don’t care! I’m just gonna go call you Styles somehow, if I remember,” I muttered. He stuck his hand out and I just looked at it in confusion.

“Friends?” he shrugged. I bit my lip cause I did not know what to say. I promised myself that I would hate the popular group forever, and I’m pretty sure making friends with them is not a good way of showing that you hate them. In the end I made my decision.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Friends.” I got his hand and shook it to call a truce. He smiled at me and then I let go of his hand. 

“See you tomorrow, Sophie,” he said while holding my doorknob. I nodded my head, and he walked out. 

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