It was finally 5th period and I have art during this class period. I wasn't showing any type of emotion as I was walking to the class, but when I saw Mrs. Malik, I smiled at her and she saw me. She smiled back at me and when I was at her door, she shook my hand. "How are you Mr. Styles?" She asked and I sighed. "Trying to make it through the day, but..." I looked down and she just hummed. "Well I'm happy that you were able to make it to my class. Today is a free day, so paint whatever you would like," she told me and I smiled at her.

"Anything?" I asked and she nodded. "If it makes you better, then you can listen to your music and paint whatever you think you want to paint," she said and gave me a small hug before I went in with a small smile on my face. I walked to where my spot in the room was and I placed my bag on the ground. I waited for class to begin before putting my earbuds in. I saw students walk in and they saw me and they didn't fret since they knew that I was decent when it comes to mood in this room.

The bell did eventually ring, and with Mrs. Malik allowing one student to run in, she closed the door and smiled at her class. "Welcom to another day of art everyong," she said as she was walking to her desk. "I will take attendance and tell you things that you need to know for the rest of the week before I let you guys paint."

"What as re we painting today Ms?" A kid asked. "Today is a free day actually. I want you guys to paint whatever you like. Wheather it's from the heart, mind, or if it's random. Now let me just count heads and see who's here and who isnt," she said.

She counted heads and noted that everyone is present. She then looked at everyone and gave them a soft smile. "Alright as you guys know I am 7 months into my pregnancy. I am going to have to step away from teaching for a bit, but that day isn't anytime soon. However, I do have a check up tomorrow," she told us.

"I will be gone all day, so you will have a sub. Tomorrow you will be taking a test. It is about famous painters, so if you took really good notes on that, then you should be okay," she then said and I froze. That means that I can't come after school and spend as much time as I would like..."If you want to stay after school, then I wrote to the sub to let you guys stay, but don't take advantage of that," she warned.

She looked over at me and I smiled at her. She knows me so well. "She will leave the class opened until 4:30pm, so if you want to stay after, then you need to spend that time wisely," she told the class before going on with the objective. "Alright, like I said before, today is a free day. You are allowed to listen to your music, but if you don't want to, then I will be playing some music quietly for you to paint to. Have fun everyone," she said.

I put my earbuds into my war before I started things with a sketch. She already knows that I'm going to want to stay after school today, so I really didn't need to ask. I picked our my phone and went on Pandora. I clicked on 'NF Radio'and put my phone to the side as I continued with the sketch. You always need to sketch before you start to paint so that you have a genuine idea of what you want the painting to look like. This sketch alone was going to take the entire class period, but I highly dont care about that.

Mrs. Malik occasionally stood up to walk around. She looked at the students artwork and critiqued them a little and gave them a few pointers that they should do. She never went to me though. The only thing that she did was ask, "How is it going Mr. Styles?" I gave her a thumbs up as I was just too focused on my work.

I bite my bottom lip whenever I'm concentrating on something and if people liked me, then they would've called me cute, but I'm kind of glad that no one did. Because it would kind of throw me off because I would fluster a little. Only a little, and I can't have that when I'm trying to get this at least sketched out.

I changed my pencil and hummed to the music going through my ears. I always like listening to NF when I'm doing artwork. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. I just love his music and I always vibe with it.

In my preferil vision, I saw a girl walking up to me. She was scared to, I can tell. I took out an earbud and looked up at her. "Hey um...can I borrow your watercolor colored pencils?" She asked me. Weird...we are painting today. There is no reason to have such supply, but how can I misjudge art. Art can be viewed or drawn in many different ways.

I picked up my bag and went through it for about a minute before taking out my big case with 'Watercolors' written on it. "Just give it back to me when you are done," I told her. "Of course," she said and thanked me, taking the case and walking to wherever her spot in the room was. I looked at my canvas and saw most of it sketched, but my goal was to have the sketching part down, so I went a tad bit faster before the bell rang, meaning that class was over.

I stopped and saw the girl hurrying over to me. "Here you go, thanks for letting me use it," she said again and I just nodded, took the case and placed it into my bag. I cleaned my area and told Mrs. Malik that I needed time to finish the painting.

"See you after school then," she told me and I nodded, hugged her one last time before I started to head to my 6th period which was study hall. Which was a time where I can also start on another sketch of mine. I was thinking of what I could draw until I crashed into another body. "Oops," I said. "Hi," Louis's voice said and I saw that it was him.

"Sorry about that mate, was looking behind me for some stupid reason," he said and I shook my head. "I was too busy daydreaming, so I'm sorry," I said and he nodded. "See you tomorrow then," he said. "I guess," I said again and walked away from him. I hurried to the class since I only had two minutes to get there now.

I stepped into the cafeteria which was where study hall was held and I stepped down the stairs to get to my teacher. I signed in and he said hello to me. I nodded at him and just walked to a table that had no people and I sat on the bench. I took my sketchbook out and I took everything out that I was going to need before I just started to sketch with not a lot in my head.

I rested my chin on my arm as I was sketching. I yawned as I drew, I had my bottom lip being bitten by my teeth again as I was concentrating upon my art. I then took my color pencils and began to use those. I didn't know where this painting was going, but it was going somewhere. I was doing very well until the fire alarm went off. "Alright everyone, you know what to do," Mr. Clark said a d we all got up and headed for the back doors.

I had my sketchbook with me and when we were out of the school building and when we reached our spot, I continued with my sketch, ignoring the people that were whispering about me. As long as I'm doing this, then I'll be fine. I wrote my name in the corner and looked at the piece again. I was blown away as to what I drew. I didn't know what this was about, but it was in my head on some kind of way...

I drew blew eyes...why did I draw blue eyes?

I closed my book immediately and looked around. Did someone I just met had blue eyes? My cat doesn't have blue eyes, and these are human eyes...not cat eyes. I continued to look around before I stopped on the Tomlinson fella a couple of classes away from me. He was typing something on his phone for about a minute before he looked up. I guess he felt eyes on him, because he looked in my direction and saw me looking at him. He just nodded his head at me and I just stood there.

I met him. He has blue eyes, but why do I even care about that? I shook it off and looked ahead again, waiting for the alarm to stop blaring and waited for the principal to give an okay to come back inside. When that happened, we all started to head back (one-by-one). My teacher was before Louis's, but again, that doesn't mean anything. We walked back to our seats and spent the last 10 minutes doing whatever we wanted. I just looked at my sketch and sighed. I guess I could draw my next tattoo.

Maybe one could be at the back of my neck? Or my hand? I never put anything on my hand, don't ask why. I just never thought of getting a hand tattoo. I'm not against it or anything, so I think a hand tattoo would be a great new addition to my tattooed body. I sent a text to Liam, saying that I will be getting a hand tattoo tomorrow and asked if he could do it. He replied with a simple 'Sure mate'.

Liam and I have been good friends for about a couple of years now. I am 17, and he is 20, so there is a small age gap there. He, Mrs. Malik, and my cat are my only friends in my life. If Tomlinson and I become friends, then that would make things a little better for me. I know the boy is 16 at least, we shared that information to each other so that's how I was able to know that. Speaking of that lad...pretty interesting, isn't he? I msan... him and I have pretty similar lives. The fact that I was so open to talk about that with him is shocking to me.

I never talk so much. Especially with people  that I just met. I barely meet a person that can last a 5 second chat with me. If you were to meet me, then I bet that it will only take a few seconds before you just turn and run away from me. There were people who would try to talk to me, but after a long minute of me not saying anything to me, they would just sigh and walk away from me.

I know why they were talking to me. They were just talking to me because they feel sorry for me. They feel the need to talk to me so that they could possibly be the person who makes me feel better, and that will never be the case. They don't know me. They don't know how I am when I'm at home, or when I'm alone and by myself. All that they could say is that my name is Harry Edward Styles.

The people who think that I am gay are so wrong. I don't label my sexuality. I don't feel the need to do so. I am just the guy to be like 'Hey I like you, wanna go out with me?' type a guy. If I see someone and if I'm interested into them, then I will date them. I don't label myself, and I guess that's another reason as to why people think of me as a weirdo...

Can't wait for this day to be over so that I could get to my special place.
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