My Partner for the Photography Project

Lauren has always been the girl sitting at the back of the class, and she likes it that way. Every year, her professor assigns the photography project, where you must room mate with your partner, and document their life in pictures, so it seems bad enough for her. But what will happen when her partner is Harry Styles?


1. That Twat Harry Styles


You know those girls who are perfect, everybody likes them, they're funny and always end up as homecoming queen?
Yeah, that's not me.
But apparently every girl at Withering College is that girl. How fortunate.
I'm sitting at the back of the class, my straight brown hair falling over my face, while I doodled suns and stars on my blank notebook page.
Some people think that I'm shy, but I honestly just don't want to make a fool of myself when I talk. 'shy' is such a limiting word. I don't like it.
When the whole class laughed, I looked up, and saw that Harry Styles had just entered the classroom half an hour late. (shocker.) Harry was in some fancy shmancy band named 'One Direction' that had taken a year off for them to study. Unfortunately, Harry thought that this made him just the coolest person around, because of his good looks.  His brown curly hair and green eyes fazed the other 'Barbie' girls, but not me. He thought he could get any girl.
" Sorry Professor Wike." he said, walking over to the only seat left open.
How ironic. It was next to me, and He gave me a wink as he sat down.
I rolled my eyes.
" Something keeping you away Mr Styles?" The professor asked.
" Oh, just the usual. Had to walk my turtle."
" This is not a time for jokes, Harry."
The teacher looked peeved enough for Harry to calm down. Finally. All this was causing Brooke, master barbie, who was sitting in front of him, to swoon over Harry. In fact, she's Flicked her hair over his desk so many times, that by then I would've cut it off. And that's saying a lot coming from me. The girl sitting at the back of the class.

Professor Wike finally dismissed us, and I met up with Spencer, my best friend and roommate, outside the school.
" Hey Lauren!" she said, as she greeted me with a hug.
" Hey Spence!"
" God did you see that twat Harry today? He needs to calm down!"
" I know!" I replied exasperated, " he came late to class today and Brooke still swooned over him."
" Speak of the devil..." spencer whispered to me, as I noticed Brooke herself prancing over to us.
" Oh hey, losers! Look who's rocking your granddad's clothes. Well, except for the first part." she said, bringing her Gucci sunglasses from her nose to the top of her head, looking us up and down.
" Well, at least we had the sense to actually WEAR clothes." Spencer shot back, gesturing to Brooke's Not-So-PG-13 outfit. Her skirt barely covered her butt. Don't get me started on her Scoop neck top.
" Poor spencer. Never understood style did you?" she laughed, and with a flick of her hair, trotted away, her army of skanks laughing with her as they left the parking lot.
" Poor Brooke." I said in a mimicky tone, " never understood humanity, did you?"

Spencer and I sat in the Cafe Au Lait drinking green tea, and giggling about something we found online.
" Well, look who we found! Hows the green tea?" a familiar tone asked.
" Fantast-" I paused when I looked up and noticed Harry himself grinning down on me. " oh, hi." I said, stubbornly.
" Oh come on! Don't be shy. I'm a normal lad!" he smirked, and took the seat next to me.
" normal lads come to class on time."
" oh, still upset over that, are we? Bookworm? Eager to learn? See, I just rhymed!"
God, he was such a player. I'm not falling for it.
I took a deep breath, and looked him in the eye.
" Is there something you need, Harry?"
" You know my name! Well, there is something I need... Can I have yours?"
" my what?"
" your name?"
" What?" I laughed. " that would not make a difference."
" come on."
" you won't need it! Come on spencer." I picked up my purse, " let's go."
She nodded and we walked towards the exit.
" See ya later!" Harry called back to us.
He may think this is funny, but I don't.

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