The Immortal One.

Scarlettes life has change drastically the past year and has been sent to a reform school where she meets 'him'. This is a Punk Harry Styles fan fic. Please read. Updates will be every couple of days. Please share the story around too!! Thanks!
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3. The Immortal One. 3

Chapter 3;

*Harry's POV*

(This goes back to the first cafeteria scene)
She is beautiful. Who is she? New girl? Has to be. This girl had just walked in with Evelyn and her parents I'm assuming? I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was like an angel... Ironic aye. I stared, mezmorised by her until her eyes darted in my direction. We had caught each others gaze and didnt look away. We connected. But as quick as it had happened it was over. Evelyn had gotten her attention and spoke. I had to go before I did anything stupid. I stood up ubruptly and snuck out the back door right behind my table. I sat on the ledge of the balcony for a bit, looking up to the stars, mind buzzing. I had never seen anything quite like her before. I was caught off guard when the sensor light turned on. No one could see me out here. Like this. I had to get out. So I lept off the 20ft ledge.
Back in my room I still couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her beautiful brown curls swept over her shoulders, how her bright blue eyes sparkled, how her clothes fit her body perfectly. She was perfect. I had slowly drifted off to sleep, excited for tomorrow 'first official' meeting.
-next morning-
As usual, I'm the first one in the dining hall. The only thing to break the silence was the clatter of cutlery and plates. I slowly sipped my hot cup of tea as more students walked in. Stares and murmurs we directed at me but I shrugged them off. 20 minutes had passed since I had first sat down and by now all of the tables had been filled but I couldn't see 'her' anywhere. I kept looking around and finally saw her beautiful self walk through the doors. I tried not to make things awkward so I didn't directly stare at her but I looked just near her so I could still see her in my peripheral vision. She pointed. Towards me. Was she coming to sit here. Play it cool I said to myself. I  fixed my beanie and waited. But nothing. I turned back and saw she had a seat at the 'cool kids' table. I don't  get along with the other fellas well. I don't get along with anyone really except my roommate, Niall. He's like me. Several tattoos, most are hidden though and a couple piercing ect but people like him... We don't speak in public though. Only in our dorm. Which is fine... I need to find a way to talk to her. But I don't know how. 

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