Little Black Dress

Summary

Diana Rose has just lost her father. After loosing her mother to cancer she is now living with her aunt who is absent almost everyday. Diana is just a wallflower, never been kissed, never been loved by a boy other than her dad. At his funeral she bumps into someone who she hates with a passion ever since the first grade. That was the day, that everything changed.

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3. Secret talent

Harry’s POV

“Who knows what scale this is?” Ms. Carry asked.

Diana raised her hand…again. No one else did so Ms. Carry chose her.

“Diana.” She said smiling

“That is a G scale.” She said proudly.

“Correct as always Diana.” Ms. Carry said writing a G next to some hashtags. God, this is fucking confusing.

It was weird seeing Diana talk in class. She usually sat at the back and kept quiet, but in Music class she lit up. She beamed and looked happy. She actually became social.

*BRING*

Everyone got up except Diana. Why is she so fucking weird and nerdy. No wonder why I bully her. Wait what am I saying? Why do I enjoy bullying her? She’s done nothing but help me get girls. I mean when I started bullying her, my life got better. I guess if I stop my life might get worse. I really don’t want to risk that.

“Mr. Styles?” asked Ms. Carry

“Yeah?” I replied. By now everyone had gone except Diana.

“Can I speak to you in my office?” she asked pointing to the room at the back of the classroom.

“Yeah” I replied walking over.

I walked in and she closed the door and motioned for me to sit.

“Now, Harry. I hate to say this buy you’re failing my class.” She said looking at her notes.

“But I can sing.” I said kinda upset, since music was the only class that I actually studied for and failed.

“Yes, but singing isn’t everything in music. You need to learn your theory.” She said looking at me with compassion.

“I don’t get it. It’s not that you’re a bad teacher it’s just I don’t get it.” I said really upset.

“I know, I was the same as you. I hated theory yet when it came to singing I had a true passion for it.” She said smiling. This is why Ms. Carry was one of my favorite teachers.

“So what should I do?” I asked

“I’m giving you a tutor in theory. Every Friday from 4pm – 5pm” she said looking down at her notes.

“Who?” I asked

“One person who even knows theory better than me. Diana.” She said smiling.

“No.” I said sternly

“Harry, it’s either you get help from her or fail.” Ms. Carry said with a sad look on her face.

“I know Diana is smart at that kind of stuff bu-” I stopped when I heard someone playing the piano. I got up and opened the office door to see Diana. She was on the piano playing a beautiful song. Oh, how I wished I could play like that. When she played her eyes were closed, yet she hit all the right notes. It was like her and the piano were one. I don't know what came over me but I decided to get help from her. Something drew me to her all of a sudden.

“I’ll do it.” I replied turning to face Ms. Carry.

“Good to hear. Here is the address to her house. Now I must warn you, she was hesitant at first but I agreed to give her extra marks if she did this.” Ms. Carry said handing me a slip of paper.

“What’s this piano piece called?” I asked

“Ask her. She wrote it.” Ms. Carry said sitting back down.

“Does she do this every lunch?” I asked

“Most of the time. I don’t mind since it’s so beautiful.” Ms. Carry replied smiling.

“Sure is.” I replied, watching Diana play.

Diana's POV

One hour late. Little shit. Ms. Carry told me that I would get extra marks if I helped out that dick Harry, and he was late. It's Friday and I want to practice piano, but Harry must have other plans. I should probably just forget about it and assume he's not going to show.I even got a little dressed up. I took off my cardigan and threw it in my room. I then ran downstairs to grab a bag of chips. My aunt was gone so I had gone shopping for some better snacks. Wheat germ wasn't exactly a tasty food.

*DING DONG*

WHAT THE FUCK?!? HE DECIDED TO SHOW UP?!?

"Dianaaaaa?" I heard Harry knock.

"Y-yeah coming" I yelled.

Shit I was still in my tank top and my cuts showed. I quickly ran upstairs and back down and opened the door.

"Hey." I said nonchalantly

"Hi. Let's get this over with. I have a sleepover party to go to." he said walking in.

Well then.

1 HOUR LATER.

"So why is it called a C?" asked Harry.

"Because it's here on the piano." I replied

"Yeah but why?" he asked

"JUST BECAUSE!" I replied loosing my patience. This kid was hard to teach.

"I'm going to fail." he said running his hands through his hair.

"No, you wont. Try this exercise." I said handing him a piece of paper.

"Okay." he replied

I started to do my math and as usual got stuck.

"Shit." I mumbled.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Math." I replied with a serious face. That made him chuckle for some reason.

"Math, is easy. Theory is complicated." He said taking my paper.

"On the contrary, Theory is easy and math is a pain in the ass." i said making him laugh again.

"Look, you need to find the slope, then you can put this into equation number one and use substitution." he said writing.

"I have no idea what that means." I replied

"Wait aren't you smart? Honor roll and all?" he asked

"Yes, but math is the one subject that I can't grasp." I said rolling my eyes

"Here's a deal." Harry said smirking. I nodded for him to continue.

"I help you with math, and you teach me piano." he said smiling

"You can't even get theory and you want to learn how to play piano?" I asked

"Theory isn't playing, banging on the keys is playing and I want you to teach me." he said sternly

"No Harry, theory is how you play piano, and it's much more than banging on keys." I replied angrily

"Look, deal or no deal?" He asked.

I looked down at my worksheets and they were all blank. I was so lost in math and unfortunatly this fucker is the only one who knows math like the back of his hand.

"Fine." I said through gritted teeth

"Great, I'll be here tomorrow to learn. How's 3 o'clock?" he asked

"Fine." I replied walking towards the door with him.

"See ya tomorrow little bitch." he said walking away.

"Bye fucker." I yelled.

Fucking Harry Styles man. I hate him. He's the reason I'm misserable and yet here I am in a deal with him. Fuck.

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