Struggle - H.S.

I jolted right up and looked around really confused but there was no one there. I put my hand one my forehead, which was burning. Wtf was that for dream. This really had to stop. I reached over to my phone and saw that it was just 3am. Ugh well there goes my sleep. I got up and walked downstairs to get something to eat, maybe it will make me sleepy. I was still thinking about the person who woke me up out of that wet dream. It couldn’t be Harry could it? If it was him, why would he leave like that. It just made no sense at all.

I got myself some cereal and walked over to the couch in the living room and put on a movie because even if I would like to go back to sleep it wouldn’t happen, as my mind was much to overwhelmed by what happened in that damn dream. Did I love him? What if I did, it wouldn’t do me any good. I would only be left behind broken and there was no way in hell that I wanted that to happen.

I woke up with because my phone was going off, damn alarm and when did I fall asleep to begin with. I got up and stretched my muscles as sleeping on the couch wasn’t my favourite thing to do. I walked up the stairs to make myself ready for my first day at Oxford, I was actually quite nervous.

I never liked getting placed in a position where I was new and had to meet new people. I grabbed black shorts, a blue crop top and underneath I was wearing something that would make wearing a crop top appropriate. I wore my favourite sandals and I grabbed my schoolbag.

I already received my schedule and I had three classes today. Music classes, English language and Creative writing.. It was going to be a busy day and I loved it because now I didn’t have time to think about people. I ran up the steps of the university because for some reason I was running late, I pushed open the doors and didn’t watch were I was going and I almost face palmed the floor but to my luck someone kept me from falling.

“Are you alright, love?” I didn’t recognise the voice and I quickly looked up, only to meet brown eyes looking worried. “Yea, I’m sorry I didn’t watch were I was going.” He released my arm and he smiled at me. “You are one of the new students aren’t you?” He asked me and I nodded. “Yes, I’m Anna and you are?” I asked him politely.

“Oh I’m sorry, were are my manners. I’m professor Murs or just Olly and I’m teaching music, which starts right about……. now.” When he said that I saw a few students ran into their classes. “Oh that means that you are my teacher, oh I mean Professor.” I said pleased because he sounded really nice. “Great, well let’s go then shall we?” We walked together to class and that’s when I remembered that Harry would be in the same class, that is if he even told me the truth.

“So what is it that I am going to teach you?” He asked me curious and that's when I smiled because it was my passion, playing the piano. “the piano, not that I need a lot of teaching but I want to perfect it and maybe learn how to play popular songs instead of only classical ones.” I told him, sounding a bit cocky but he smiled at me. “You are confident, I like that, well let’s see what I can teach you then.” He made me enter the room first and I walked over to the piano. I didn’t even looked up, just out of fear of seeing Harry.

“Welcome to the first class of the year. I’m Professor Murs but you lot can call me Olly if you want.” People greeted him back and one hand shot up immediately. “Yes, what is your question and your name?” Olly asked but he didn't sound curious but slightly bored, as if he already knew the person. “Hi, my name is Harry and I was wondering how old you are?” My head snapped up from the piano and I turned my head towards that raspy voice and there was Harry sitting, with a guitar in his hands. We locked eyes and he smirked at me, knowing fully well that I was getting more nervous at the second.

“Hello Harry and I’m happy to tell you all that I’m 30.” Olly told everyone but his eyes never left Harry's, there was tension between them. “Isn’t that a bit young to be a professor at a university?” Harry was definitely pushing him but Olly never broke out in sweat. “Well did you win a Grammy or a Brit award, Harry?” He asked with a knowing smile and that made my day. I loved seeing people defying Harry.

“No I didn’t.” he muttered, which made me smile, there was nothing better then to see Harry being put in his place. “Then I guess you better keep you’re smart mouth to yourself.” I chuckled at that, which made everyone turn their attention to me. “Is something funny, Anna?” which made Harry’s head snap up, really fast and he was scowling at professor Murs now.

“Oh no sorry I just thought about something funny, that’s all.” I quickly told him because he didn't need to hear that I was laughing at Harry's expense. “Well now that, that is cleared up, let’s start with the basics, at the end of the school year, you will be able to play a full on concert.” That was the end of it and we started to play, everyone had a turn and I was last on the list. When it was Harry’s turn I was actually really curious and when he started to play a guitar piece from Guns & roses “November rain”, my mouth fell open because he wasn’t only playing the guitar but he was also singing the song and I didn’t now he could sing that good.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him and it’s like he knew I was watching him because when he sang the last part he suddenly looked straight at me. I had to gulp a few times because it hit me straight into my heart and that’s when I realised that I indeed loved him and the bastard knew this. When he stopped, everyone stood up and gave him a standing ovation and he deserved it all. I never thought I would think something nice about him but here I am, being in awe of him and his voice.

“Mr. Styles that was amazing, you have an amazing voice but your guitar play is even better!!.” Harry turned his attention towards Professor Murs and gave him a scowl and I was wondering why he acted like that towards Professor Murs but then again why should I care about that.

“Now it’s time to listen to Miss Lewis, Anna will you do us the pleasure?”

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