Still the One

Charlotte was like any other girl going to school, however she was classed as a 'nerd' which meant she wasn't exactly the most confident girl and she's only ever had one friend, Eleanor. She's perfectly content with just her one good friend and not being noticed in school until she gets to to know Harry Styles. Harry Styles - The Popular boy in school. Will Charlotte and Harry feel a connection between them when forced to do a project together?

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7. Tad Awkward

Charlotte’s P.O.V


"Right come on then we better get going or we’ll be late," Eleanor said getting up out of her chair. Great, already the end of Form period. In the next 5 minutes I would have to become face to face with Harry. What am I supposed to say? That I like him, but then I don't. Tell him that I've met Finn. I just don’t know. And as soon as I knew it we had arrived at art. As Eleanor and myself walked into the classroom we saw that only our teacher Mr Lite was in there, we were first there. 
"Good morning girls, please come in and get started on your projects, remember they count for most of your grade this term," Mr Lite said as he went into his office. He always went in there during lessons, he always goes in and watches art documentaries, but none of us students really mind as it just makes it easier for us to work without being interrupted. 
I went over to my place and took out my art folder, inside it was my on-going project. The whole picture is supposed to be in black and white but I've not quite finished it yet, still needs a bit more work done on it. I got out my paintbrush and paints and began to work on my painting. I was really getting focused on my work until I felt someone come and sit next to me, I turned around only to see Harry looking back at me with his deep green eyes. I was speechless, I had no idea what to say to him, lost for words I guess. 
"Nice painting," Harry said quietly to me. I could tell he was just trying to make it feel less awkward between us. That was one of the things I liked about this new Harry, he knew what to say at any moment, he always had the right words in him.
"Oh... Um... Thanks," I said trying to concentrate on my painting, when I looked at him I get lost in his succulent eyes. I still feel bad for running off in the café, but I didn't know what else to do. I mean, I couldn't be kissing Harry Styles could I? He's every ones dream boy, well he didn't used to be every ones. I never used to dream about him, and now well I can't get him out of my head. 
"Look, Charlotte please, we need to talk. Not a childish talk, a real talk. But not here, not at school," Harry said quietly. Oh no, not another talk. I could tell that Harry wasn't joking around this time. He was serious about the talk. We needed to talk, about the kisses, the time we'd spent together and the project. Oh no the project. That would mean I'd have to spend time with the deep, yet intriguing boy. I knew that I'd have to spend time with him no matter what, and that we'd need to talk, well about us. About where us as a pair are going, I can't stop thinking about him when I'm not with him and I just don't know if I can hold my emotions for him in any longer. But what about Finn? He was so kind, so caring but he's still a stranger who I'd really only just met. Oh gosh, I don't know what to do, part of me loves Harry but then the other part feels something for Finn.
"I know, we need to clean the air," I said nervously to Harry. Part of me just wanted to be held tight in his arms and then the other part of me wanted to get as far away from his as possible. 
"Tonight? At my place?" Harry said shrugging his shoulders. There was something about him that made him so irresistible. I could now see why there were so many girls falling at his feet, he was so seductive. Everything he did so dark yet deep and filled with passion. He had the ability to make my heart melt with one look. 
"I can't tonight, presentation evening," I said with sadness to Harry, I wanted to talk to him about us so badly, I wanted to tell him how he makes me feel, but I couldn't here. I knew that I'd have to wait for the perfect time to let all of my emotions loose. 
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I guess I'll see you there then, but we still need to talk. Maybe tomorrow night?" Harry said looking up from his painting. Harry was a better artist than what I'd assumed. His painting of a girl in a red jacket, in the centre of New York looking sad with the words 'Lost,' 'Hurt,' 'Confused,' written around her in a deep black font. It was better than what I assumed Harry could produce. He seemed to be really focused on his work, he was concentrating in great detail of every inch of his piece. 
"Yeah, see you there, where do you want to meet tomorrow night?" I asked Harry as I looked into his rich green eyes. I could tell I was falling for Harry, but I couldn't help it. 
"How about that new café, um what’s it called? Café 21? Yeah that’s what it’s called, well meet me there at lets say 7? Or I can pick you up and we can walk together? I don’t mind which," Harry said looking back down at his work. Café 21. Oh no not Café 21. Café 21’s where Finn works. When I looked at Harry I could see anger in his eyes. He must've seen me and Finn last night, why else would he want to meet at Café 21? Although nothing happened between me and Finn, I still feel kind of bad. I mean Harry must be as confused as I am, if not even more. I didn't know whether to say anything about Finn and myself, so I just thought it would be best if I didn't say anything to Harry about it, and see if tomorrow night he'd say anything about me and Finn. Although me and Harry weren't dating or even close to be dating he seemed pretty angry about something, I'm not sure if it was about me being with Finn, but I knew that I needed to set things straight with Harry. 
"Okay and I'll meet you there at 7, yes?" I asked Harry but just as I’d finished my sentence.
'DING DING' The end of the lesson. Time to pack up. 
"Yeah, see you tonight," Harry said closing his art book and placing it gently into his folder. I didn't know Harry was going tonight, I just hoped we weren't going to be seated next to each other. It would make me fall for him even more, fall for his looks, his charm, just him in general. I walked out of the classroom behind Harry. I watched him as he walked out, his gang of friends were waiting for him just outside of the art corridor, but he completely ignored them, which was strange. Even when Becky tried to talk to him, he just carried on walking straight past them. He was acting different, he didn't seem to be bothered about his petty little gang, which were all obsessed with Harry. He was acting different, but I liked this new different Harry. His gang needed to give him some space. ‘Maybe he's realised how annoying they all are’ I thought to myself as I carried on walking behind Harry. I was debating whether to go talk to him or not, but I thought that if I did, I wouldn't know what to say. I decided that I should go talk to him, ask him if he was okay as he wasn't acting like his usual, self-centred self, but just as I was about to go talk to him he went into the boys bathroom. So I decided to go to the canteen and get my lunch, as it was 12.30pm. But I couldn't stop thinking about Harry as I headed back up to art to carry on with my painting. I always eat in art when I have a lesson free. Me and Eleanor usually eat up there as it’s nice and quiet. As I got to art I saw something I didn't expect to see. Harry. There was nobody else in the classroom, just me and Harry. 
"What are you doing in here?" I asked him confused. I really was confused about why he was up in the art classroom all alone. Me and Eleanor are usually the only people in the art classrooms at lunchtime, so seeing someone else in there was usually a surprise, but seeing Harry was an even bigger surprise. 
"Just needed to get away from everything, don’t mind me," Harry said quickly shutting his art book. 
"What were you drawing?" I asked Harry quickly, he was acting very suspicious around his art book. He was hiding something from me. 
"Nothing," He replied promptly as he slid his art book back into his folder. I slowly walked towards Harry to try and intimidate him, he was definitely hiding something from me, and I was curious to see what it was…

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