It's kinda funny. Hundreds of people at school. Only one catches my attention. One who won't even speak. I wonder what goes on in that little head of his. What makes him so quiet? What has happened? He is no freak, I am sure of that, but who is he?

"Anybody home?" Zayn knocks on my forehead snapping me out of my trance.

I laugh. "Sorry, zoned out for a bit there." I say.

"We noticed." Niall deadpans looking at Zayn and Liam.

I take a bite of my lunch and blanch, putting down the sandwich. 'Why the hell is this shit so disgusting?'

"Trying repeatedly won't make it better, Louis." Liam reasons with an exaggerated eye roll.

"I know, why can't we have decent food here?"

They shrug. "Lou, red alert. Eleanor coming in." Niall warns as I groan.

That girl is one mighty pain in the ass. Doesn't she get it? I don't like her, she just won't stop pestering me.

"Hey Louis!" She sits down next to me.

"Hey Elizabeth." I sigh tiredly, purposely trying to annoy her.

"It's Eleanor, silly. You should know that by now."

"Sorry, I just don't care." I say bluntly hoping she'd get the hint.

"Come on, Lou. I know you like me. What's stopping you?"

"Uh-Louis- I guess we'll see you around." Zayn mumbles uncomfortably, getting up, immediately followed by Niall and Liam, leaving me to deal with Eleanor.

"I don't like you Eleanor, please just leave me alone."

"Do you like someone else? I know you're openly bisexual so is it a guy? Some other girl?" She presses on relentlessly.

"No Eleanor. I just don't want a relationship right now."

"Louis you're 17, everyone wants a relationship at 17." She rolls her eyes.

I'm really starting to get fed up now. I exhale angrily and I walk off with her trailing behind me.

"Come on, Lou." She places her hand on my shoulder.

"Eleanor don't make me mad! Back off! I don't want you, go away! I'm getting real tired of your bullshit."

She gives me a look and stalks off. I sigh in relief. 'Thank heavens.' The bell rings and I rush to class. Taking my seat right at the back, I while away the time by playing games on my phone. I hate it when I have no friends in a class.

At the end of the day I decide I need to unwind and I settle on going to the music room. I'm about to enter the room when I hear a gentle singing voice. Deep and comforting.

My eyes widen at the beauty of the song. The emotion and passion put in. It feels like the person singing relates to the song on a personal level. I am torn between wanting to know who it is and giving them their privacy. I mentally battle myself and finally my curiosity wins out.

I push the door wide open and the singing immediately ceases. I see a figure standing there shell-shocked but I can't make out who it is.

"Whose there?" I call out.

The ignores me and hiding his face, he pushes past me and out of the room.

I decide not to follow him and sigh. 'This sucks.' I was so close to finding out the source of that angelic voice. I walk into the room and notice that he has left his book bag behind. I quickly take a look through it, trying to find his name written somewhere. I finally pull out a notebook.

It's right there, staring up at me, almost teasing me, written in a curvy, neat script

Harry E. Styles

My eyes widen. Harry? Wow, this is unexpected. The guy doesn't talk for heaven's sake. How can he sing so well? Now I have to talk to him. I need to. I sling his bag over my shoulder and begin to walk out when I notice his phone kept by the guitar stand. 'Does he play too?' I wonder incredulously. I slip his phone into my pocket when the realisation hits me, I have Harry's phone. 'This is my chance.' I pull it out again and quickly send a missed call to my number. 'There.' I smirk in satisfaction as I walk out of the music room.

That is when I realise that I have no where Harry ran off to. 'Should I call his home number?' I contemplate and decide against it. 'Would the school authorities give me his address?' I wonder, weighing my options. Deciding that it was worth a shot, I set off to the clerical office.

"Hi. How may I help you?" The last at the desk asks me.

"I was wondering if I could get Harry Styles' address?"

"I'm sorry, dear. I can't give out student information."

"He left his book bag and phone in the music room."

"You can give it back tomorrow." She states matter of factly.

"His homework is in there." I press.

"Sorry, but I really can't help you out here."

With a defeated sigh I walk out. 'What do I do?' I bite my lip, a bad nervous habit. I finally decide on calling his home number.

Pulling out his phone, I go to the contacts and find his home number. The phone rings as I wait nervously.