denny Schools Periods & Styles book

Red Writing Contest Entry :) This OneShot is based on these few lines of the song "Trouble" of Taylor Swift: "And the saddest fear comes creeping in... that you never loved me, or her, or anyone... or anything." I am the first in class, like every day. Glancing at each of the tables I come to realize that I've been in this city for almost two months already, have attended this school and the lesson that is about to start just as long, but I still don't manage to remember anyone's name in this class. Why is that? Easy, because he was in this class. Harry Edward Styles. Having him in this class basically presumed that I would not pay attention to anything or anyone, but the mesmerizing boy with the sparkling emerald orbs and the dazzling smile with the knees-going-weak side-effect. It was pretty obvious that Harry was one of the heartthrobs, I've been warned about from the very start, but I refused to listen. He's got pretty much everything that guys wanted to have and girls wanted in a guy -- the perfect mixture of bad boy, general heartthrob and charmer. Falling for him was easy and natural -- like breathing. It's safe to say that I've fallen for him the moment he stepped into the room. I wasn't that shallow to have loved him for his looks only, but he's got that something that no one else had. He was simply different. Looking back I still can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for such a damn jackass. What did I ever see in his character? There is no denying that he ...