Stay (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

When Teagan Foster moves to a new school yet again she meets a dark and mysterious curly haired boy. She finds her self wondering about this boy and will do anything to learn more about who he is. When Teagan starts to uncover some of his secrets she learns that most of them should have just stayed hidden.

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2. Chapter 2

I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car the closest to the school as I could because I had gotten to the school so late I was far away from the building. A lot of the students were still hanging out outside the school. I could already tell this school is very cliquey. Lucky me.

I looked at a small group underneath a tree not far from where I parked my car. Most of them had sketch books out and appeared to be drawing something. I assumed these were the artsy people. Art was not something I was good at so I was sure I would not be a part of this group.

I walked closer to the school and saw an even smaller group of kids holding textbooks and folders. Probably the kids who actually go to school to make sure they get a good education in the future. I usually fell into a group like this since I focused more on schoolwork then making friends.

The closer I got to the school more groups became clear. The “popular” group of the school was the easiest to spot. They were sitting on picnic tables located right in front of the entrance. Most of the girls in the group were dressed like sluts and almost all the guys looked they were involved in some sort of athletic. I would stay as far away as I could from this group.

I passed a few more cliques that were dangerously stereotypical, and decided I didn’t like this school. Right near the entrance I saw a cluster of people that caught my eye. Everyone in it was different. It was kind of weird to see them together after passing all these similar groups. Maybe there was hope for this school. I surveyed the group taking in everyone who was in it. My eyes stopped when they reached a curly haired boy dressed in all black. I stood at the entrance a few extra seconds staring at the mysterious boy before opening the door and entering the school.

The walls of the school were made from brick and the floor was an off white color. I was surprised at how tall the ceiling was. It had many large flags for different countries hanging from it. It was one of the fancier schools I have been to. There was a large sign directing me to the office and I was able to find it easily.

“How can I help you?” a lady behind the desk asked me when I entered the office. Her glasses were rested on the tip of her nose and she was in the middle of typing something on the computer.

“I’m a new student. My name is Teagan Foster.”

“Follow me,” she stood up walking over to a different desk. She grabbed a piece of paper from that desk and handed it to me. “This is your schedule. If you have any questions I know the students here will be happy to help you,” she smiled before walking back to her desk.

I doubted anyone would be happy to help me, but I took this as a cue to leave. I looked down at the schedule in my hand. My first class was English with a teacher named Mr. Port. Students had already started filling the halls and I knew I was going to ask one of them where this class is. I spotted a girl by her locker pulling out a textbook. She had her brown hair in a high ponytail and was wearing jeans with a dark red shirt. I slowly made my way over to her locker.

“Hey I’m a new student and I was wondering if you could help me get to my first class?” This was a line I was very used to saying.

She smiled, “Of course! Hi I’m Amber. What’s your name?”

“Teagan,” I responded.

“Well Teagan let’s take a look at your schedule,” she looked down at mine schedule, “Your first class is…. English in room 114. This class is right next to mine! Come on I’ll show you,” she grabbed my hand and led me through the now crowded hall.

It only took us about 30 seconds to make it to room 114. “Well this is your room. My class is right there,” she pointed to the room across from 114, “I can meet you here after class and show you to your next room.”

“Thanks. I’m going to go to class now,” I awkwardly waved at her before entering the room. She seemed a little too happy to me, but she was nice enough. Maybe I could try to get to know her a little better.

The classroom was small compared to the hallways. There were about 30 desks lined up in rows. Only 7 of the desks were already filled with students. In the front of the room were a whiteboard and a desk larger than the ones lined up in rows. Sitting at this desk was the man I assumed to be Mr. Port. He looked young maybe about 25 with blonde hair and blue eyes that were invested in a book he was reading.

None of the students noticed me and neither did the teacher until I was at his desk. “Hi I’m Teagan Foster. I’m new.”

He drew his eyes away from his book and looked up at me. “Welcome to my class Ms. Foster,” his voice was deeper than I thought it would be. He smiled at me, “Feel free to sit anywhere.”

“Thanks.” I turned around and saw a few more desks have been filled. I picked a seat in the third row and sat down. I took out my book from my bag and started to read. Nobody seemed to notice that I was even in the room and I wasn’t going to complain about it. I hated drawing attention to myself.

“Excuse me,” a voice nastily said to me. I looked up to see a girl with pin straight hair and way too much makeup on looking down at me.

“Can I help you?” I could already tell this wasn’t going to end well.

“That’s my seat,” she snarled at me.

I fought to urge to laugh. This school is so cliché. I didn’t have anything else to say to this girl so I went back to reading. I wasn’t looking at her, but I could feel her presence next to me. How was I going to make her leave?

“Ms. Hansen, can you please take a seat?” I looked up to see Mr. Port standing next to the desk I was sitting in. She looked like she was about to say something, but changed her mind and took a seat in the next row. “Good Morning class,” Mr. Port walked back to the front of the classroom, “I hope you all had a great break. I would like to take a second to welcome a new student to our class, Ms. Teagan Foster.”  He motioned towards the desk I was sitting in I could feel the eyes in the room on me. I continued to stare up at the front of the room and he continued on quickly going into the lesson for today. I could feel the eyes in the room move their attention back towards Mr. Port. I wasn’t very interested in what he was saying since it was something I had already learned in my last school. After what seemed like forever the bell rang.

Amber was already waiting for me when I entered the hall. “How was your first class?” she asked me.

“Ok I guess. I already learned what they were learning though.”

She nodded, “can I see what your next class is?” I handed her my schedule.  “You have biology next. You’re so lucky you got Mrs. Bender she is one of the best teachers at the school.” She started walking and I followed close behind her. This walk was a little farther than the last one, but still not too far away. “My class is across the school from here so I don’t think I will be able to show you to your next class. Just ask anyone I’m sure they will be happy to help you.” With that she turned around and walked away. I will worry about how to get to my next class later right now I need to focus on making it through this class.

I walked into the room and it was much different from Mr. Port’s room. There were lab tables instead of desks and the room was much brighter. Most of the lab tables were already filled

“You must be Teagan,” I turned around to see an older lady standing behind me “I’m Mrs. Bender.” Her eyes were brown and her hair was slightly grey. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You too,” I smiled.

She started walking towards her desk and I followed behind her. “Usually I like to give my students the choice lab partner, but I’m afraid there is only one person available.”

“It’s fine,” I stated. As long as they weren’t annoying I could usually work with anyone.

“It doesn’t look like they are here yet, but your lab station is over there,” She pointed to a desk in the back corner of the room.

I smiled at her before walking over to the table. The table was made from a black ceramic material. There were a few marks on the table, but nothing to make me think it was very old.

“What are you doing here?”

I looked up and the green eyes met me first. They were full of anger, but still beautiful. Next I saw the curly hair. He looked so familiar, but I did not know where I had seen him before.

“I asked what you were doing here.” I could tell he had an accent when he spoke this time.

“This is my lab station.”

“This is my lab station and I work alone.”

“Well not anymore.” I looked over to Mrs. Bender she didn’t seem to notice the trouble I was having.

He huffed before sitting on the chair next to me. When he sat I could tell how tall he was he was a head taller than me and his torso seemed to never end. “I work alone,” he said again.

“You can keep telling yourself that.” I took a notebook out of my bag and wrote my name across the top.

“Your names taygun,” he was looking at my name that I had written on the paper.

“It’s Teagan.” I corrected him.

“Oh.”

“What’s your name?”

“Why do you need to know?” Was he being serious?

“If we are going to be working together I should know your name.”

“I told you I work alone.”

Annoyed I turned towards the front of the room and saw Mrs. Bender was ready to start teaching.

“It’s Harry.”

“What,” I turned to him.

“My name is Harry,” He said it softer this time, “but I’m still working alone.”

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.” Most of the class Mrs. Bender talked, some of what she was saying was actually interesting and I could see why Amber liked her. I was a little upset when the bell rang because Mrs. Bender was in the middle of a story. She promised she would continue it tomorrow.

I walked into the hall and remembered I had no clue how to get to my next class. When I saw him walk out of the class I reached out and grabbed his arm, “Can you….”

He grabbed my hand and threw it off of him. “Don’t ever touch me,” Harry yelled.

“Harry, I’m sorry.” He had already started to walk away. It was difficult but I was able to catch up to him.

“What do you want?” His tone was unfriendly.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you,” I paused for him to say something, but he was silent, “I just needed help finding my next class.”

“You need to get used to doing things alone,” he said before walking faster down the hall so I couldn’t catch up with him.

 

 

 

Author's note:

Hi friends! Now that Harry has come into the story things we become much more interesting haha. I am also going to try to make the chapters longer. Ok bye:)

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