I'm in Love With My Bully Harry Styles [In Editing]

Music and Separating

Faith's P.O.V. ***

I strode into music class, gladly greeting my favorite teacher, Mrs. Thompson. I took my seat, quietly conversing with Mrs. Thompson until some students began to walk in and take their seats. I ignored the whispers and remarks made about me, and grimaced when Harry walked in and took the seat next to me. The chairs were open with no desk, so there was enough room for each instrument. For me, Mrs. Thompson had a piano in front of the class, and would have me play the tune of the note when she wanted to teach the class new sounds and beats.

"Today class, you will be creating song lyrics with the person seated next to you." Mrs. Thompson speaks loudly for everyone to hear, gesturing towards Harry and I as examples, considering we were the first two in the row.  "You will be doing a duet, and each of you will be playing an instrument." A girl quickly raised her hand, receiving an automatic response from the teacher. "No Lani, I know your voice is an instrument, and you do have to sing, but you have to play a physical instrument, too darling."  A small crowd of laughs echoed through the room as the girl nodded giving a quick nod in embarrassment while trying to fade away in her seat. Once the room got quiet again she instructed for us to get started. I sighed and massaged my temples, trying to rid myself of my dreaded headache that I had just received moments ago. Once she finished explaining the directions, Harry turned to my side, grinning ear to ear, flashing me those irresistible dimples girls would practically swoon over and never resist. I rolled my eyes and avoided his gaze, afraid I wouldn't be able to break away from his astonishing emerald eyes that held a strange interest, while also thinking of how he could possibly hurt me if he wanted to at any second. His calm, raspy voice rid me from my anxious thoughts as he spoke.

"So what instrument will you be playing?"

"How about I play the piano? It's one of the instruments I'm best at, and I love the melodic sound and warmth it adds to the room.” He nodded, smile never fading as he actually seemed interested and cared. "What about you?" I questioned as his eyebrows quirked in deep thought. A slight smile arouse on my lips as I thought about how adorable he appeared when doing so, but pushing the thoughts way back in my mind. Don’t do this to yourself Faith, I thought and found myself battling with my conscious. "I' can play the guitar, but I can also play a mean kazoo." Harry spoke, breaking me from my thoughts once more, smirking while wiggling his eyebrows in a joking manner. His attempt to make me laugh somewhat worked as I slightly giggled.

"You must be proud." I say sarcastically, standing up and grabbing his guitar, carefully handing it to him. "Play me something." I say in monotone, trying to hide my emotions, I don't want him to think I'm opening up to him quite yet, because I can't really trust him. He played a beautiful melody and immediately an idea struck me. I quickly walk up to the teacher, asking for permission to go somewhere more quiet, she nods while smiling at me  and hands me a pass to go to the other music room. I opened the door and walked into the beautifully decorated room. How come we can't work in here? I think quietly to myself. I took a seat at the beautifully decorated piano with a design in midnight black that had yellow shimmers that appeared as stars. Harry slowly followed behind me, intently watching me from the back as I take a seat at the piano and he grabs a chair.

"Play that melody again." I say focusing on the piano as his eyes continued to stare at mine contently. He began to play it again, just as beautifully, and I began to play the piano along with it. I started to sing what I thought sounded good.

You make me feel like I'm falling                                                    

And I can't get back up...

You make me feel like I'm a fish

That's out of water

You make me feel