Seven Deadly Sins

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~Tyler~

I didn't see Harry for the rest of my classes, but he still managed to distract me. I've never heard a boy call me pretty. It's surreal, to be honest. The butterfly feeling wouldn't die down either. I am relieved I get to blow off some steam in my last class. I'll be alone since I am the only one in my event. I got dressed in a pair of murky running spandex and a dark compression top with my white under armor socks and white training shoes. I pulled my hair back and grabbed my light-blue spikes. Heading to the track, I took a light jog to the shed to pull out the hurdles, but they were gone.

"What the heck?" I muttered to myself before I went to find my coach. I turned the corner and nearly choked on my breath. Harry was standing there with the hurdle cart. I slowly walked over to him.

"You run?" I asked, making him look at me.

"Yeah, shocked?" He asks. I nodded, taking in his appearance. He is in shape, and you can tell by looking at his legs. His caves are well defined, along with his arms.

"Maybe a little, I saw you as a baseball or soccer. Your run hurdles?" He nodded.

"Why? Are these yours?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I've been the only one until I guess," I said, still gawking at him.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me." He lightly nudged me before I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, let's warm-up," I said, and he jogged a lap with me. Juniper is also in this class, and I could feel her eyes on me disapprovingly. I have to ignore her. I know she is judging me, but she doesn't know that I am his only friend here so far. I hope he makes more guy friends soon before I get rebuked for such a little thing.

I was trying to show him the drills, but his eyes were only scanning my entire body.

"You know, you aren't very subtle with your stare," I said to him, making him look me in my eyes. I don't why I was feeling a rush from the way he was looking at me.

"Well, I can't help it when you look womanly." His eyes scanned me for the millionth time in five minutes.

I rolled my eyes, and I ignored him knowing to try to tell him off wasn't going to be enough. It's not my fault he can't keep himself pure. I showed him how to do the workout before he did it and showed me he could hurdle. I am impressed because he's so good. He's a natural, you could tell. I did the workout with him, and we finished the first half before we did the track workout. We only had to do half of everyone else's work out, but the fact we still had to do theirs is tiring. Harry and I finished way after everyone due to the fact we had two workouts. I was dog tired as I laid down on the track and plopped next to me.

"Fuck." I rolled my eyes, giving up on trying to correct his language.

"Yeah." I agreed with him.

"Well, all I can say is, you guys are brutal." I sat up, nodding.

"Yup, that's our school when it comes to their sports." I slowly stood up, and Harry reached his hands out. I chuckled down at him before I grabbed both his hands and helped me up. He wasn't helping me at all. He just wanted me to lift his dead weight.

"Harry, please stand up," I complained, making him chuckle and pull me down. I fell next to him, looking at him with surprise at his sudden playful gesture.

"You're dead, Styles!" I yelled as he got up and ran away. I got up and ran after him. He wasn't running fast, but enough for me to work to catch up to him. I pushed him over, making him fall, but he pulled me down again, and we tumbled to the bottom of the hill. We settled, and he was on top of me, hovering. My breath was heavy, and his green eyes pierced mine.

"You couldn't resist me even if you tried." I felt my face heat up with the sudden intimacy.

"I am not interested at all." Part of me felt like that was a lie, but in my convictions, I knew he was going to lead me away, and I needed that boundary.

"I can see that little glint in your eyes telling me otherwise." He's good.

"I can see myself destroying that facade of your purity and righteousness." He said. His hand coming up, I flinched as he pushed back a small strand of hair. My breath hitched as his finger grazed at my cheek.

"You could never," I said, but not one of us made a move to get up." Oh, yeah, then why am I still on top of you?" He asked, and I paused. I didn't know what to say. He got up and helped me up before we both walked up to the top hill.

"Styles, Caldwell, let's go." We jogged in, and I took one last glance before making my way in and grabbing my bags to head to my dorm. We get to wear something casual at the end of our latest class. I took a shower and slipped on a pair of dark high waist skinny jeans along with my dirty black slip on vans and an army green cropped top. I can get away with the shirt because my pants come so far up. I redid my hair and headed to Beverly's room.

"Hey." She looked up at me from tying her shoe and smiled.

"Juniper, headed to dinner to save us seats." I nodded and made sure I had my key for the dorm. I heard a knock on the door, making me furrow my brows and open the door. It was a girl named Desiree.

"Oh, hey," I said, a little shocked because she is a quiet one. Sometimes I forget she goes here.

"That new boy is looking for you." She said, and I felt the need to smile, but I didn't.

"Oh, he is?" Gosh, I hope I didn't sound too happy.

"Yeah, I can tell him you're waiting." I nodded without thinking.

"O-oh, okay," I said before she turned away. Beverly and I officially headed out once she was fully ready, and sure enough, he was standing at the edge of the hallway. I guess he considered that he couldn't be in the girl's dorm hallway.

"I see you decided to wait this time," I said, looking up at him.

"Yeah well there are too many girls in that hallway, I don't think I would get very far." He said, and he wasn't wrong.

"Yeah, well, I can name about twenty girls who would report you in less than five seconds." He chuckled, and I heard Beverly giggle next to me. I nearly forgot she was with us.

"Hi, Beverly." Harry waved at her, and that's when I noticed he was also wearing something casual. A gray shirt clung to his body along with a pair of tight jeans, and his shoes are a pair of black boots. He had all his tattoos on display. I wonder how bad those hurt. We all walked to dinner before another boy walked through the front door. He had brown hair and blue eyes and equally tatted like Harry.

"Holy s**t!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?" I asked him as I watched his smile slowly form.

"That's my mate from England!" He said excitedly.

"What's his name?" I asked as Harry headed to the smaller brunette.

"His name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson." He said, and the boy named Louis looked over at us. His eyes lit up in disbelief.

"Harry motherfuckin' Styles." Why was I shocked by his language? Most people in the world include curse words in their vocabulary.

"You d**k, what are you doing here?" Harry asked while aggressively pulling Louis in for a hug.

"Your mum told mine, that to fix my rebellious and destructive ways, was to send me here." Harry chuckled. He had such a big smile.

"Well, I'm glad there is somebody here who understands me." I looked at Beverly, realizing his close friend is here. I went with her to dinner, and I don't know why I felt so disappointed by that. Getting in line for lunch, I couldn't help but overthink his compliment and the event at the bottom of the field. I've never gotten close to anyone like that until today. It was annoying.

Is it because he's not from here?

Is it because of his tattoos?"

It is because he's very different from all the other boys?

Is it because he's new?

"Is it because he has a mysterious vibe, and I can't read him, which is frustrating on so many levels. He is unpredictable, and I'm unsure about what he might do next.

"Are you okay? You seem lost in thought, Ty." Beverly said, breaking me from my trace.

"Yes, I am, just thinking," I said.

"About Harry, I'm guessing." I nodded.

"He's so distracting," I said.

"Yeah, I can tell he is, and all you can do is be there for him. God is probably testing you. Don't let this boy lead you away." I nodded in understanding.

"He's a hurdler," I said, and she laughed.

"Yeah, you're going to struggle more than you intended." She joked, but I about died on the inside. I don't need this! It would be very ungodly not to talk to him or to continue showing him love. I need to love him, even if he is on a different path than I. We headed to the cafeteria and sat down with Juniper.

"So, where's Harry?" She asked mockingly. I don't think she'll let me live down something that is out of my control. I'm sorry his mother put him here because of his dire need to change.

"His best friend from England showed up," I said, and she smirked.

"It's for the best you don't see him." She said while taking a sip of her water.

"She can't do that, and you know that because the both of them run hurdles," Beverly said, reminding her of the eighth period.

"I don't want you to get hurt; that's all," Juniper confessed, making me smile at her a little. She was only watching out for me. She wasn't always the best at being open about her emotions. You have to be hard to offend to be her friend. She's very analytical and sees problems in the third point of view. It's the best way she solves the problem. She doesn't overthink the little things and stays true to her word.

We have a color system. Cleary not by skin color, but it is a way to identify the basics of human personality.

Green- They analyze everything, typically extremely smart.

Orange- They are very carefree and a little all over the place, free-spirited, and typically extremely creative.

Gold- They are very organized and typically task-oriented.

Blue- They are sentimental, typically the best people for emotional support.

She's green, and that means she's very all about the facts and not getting too attached to anything. Emotions freak her out. Beverly is orange, meaning she's carefree and forgets the consequences of literally everything. She's a, in the now, kind of girl. I'm blue, meaning overly emotional, and make my decisions based on how I feel.

It's a nightmare being me. So, being a disciple of God is the real challenge. I dug into my food before I looked up to see Harry walk in with Louis. He flashed me a small glance before he turned to his friend, and didn't give me another look. Why did that hurt me so much?

I decided to pay him no attention as I continued to eat.

After dinner, we all usually go in the meeting room on the first day. Beverly, Juniper, and I took a seat to wait for the announcements to begin.

"Good evening, students," Father Roman said. The seat next to me shifted, making me look to my right to see Harry sitting down.

"Hi." He said, and I flashed him a quick smile.

"This year, we decided to do something different for our seniors." Father Roman exclaimed with a huge smile.

"You left me," Harry said, reminding me of his excitement over his friend.

"You seemed overly excited about seeing your friend," I said truthfully.

"Well yeah, I didn't think I was going to be seeing him anytime, so of course I was excited." He said, making a very valid point.

"This year, we allow seniors to go anywhere without adult supervision. You are all growing into amazing adults, so it's time to start treating you like one." I smiled at the thought of going to my favorite mall without someone looming over me.

"But you must go with other students." He went on about how he was going to miss us as we head into the next chapter of our lives.

"Sounds like fun," Harry said, but I'm pretty sure my idea of fun compared to his ideas of fun are worlds away.

"And your idea of fun is what exactly?" He chuckled.

"You aren't going to like my answer, but since you asked, going out and breaking the law." I gave him a blank stare. Why was I expecting something with high morality?

"Gotcha," I said as he sat back in his chair. I still couldn't take my eyes off of his heavily inked arms. I couldn't see a lot of skin. He has tattoos up to his neck.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," He said, making me snap my head to Father Roman.

"And, uh, you got a little drool at the corner of your mouth." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my body. I quickly wiped it away. I zoned out for the rest of the sermon. We were free to go, and I made my way to get some water to cool myself off. That boy is already too much to handle emotionally. His presence alone is mentally debilitating.

"Hello, love, never introduced myself. The name's Louis, Louis Tomlinson and a friend of Harry, is a friend of mine." He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. He seems like a refined young man with a dash of danger.

"Nice to meet you," I said while taking in his heavily tattooed arms and pierced eyebrow.

"Pleasure is all mine." He said as Harry walked up to us. He stood tall, towering over Louis and me while looking down on us with downcast eyes.

"I see you've met before I could introduce him." He said, and I just stood there, not sure what to do. I forget how to act like a human around him. I do not like him, and he's something I never had to worry about until now. When he walks into a room, he instantly owns it, and he knows it.

"Well, I'll see you guys around; I'm going to go unpack my s**t," Louis said, walking away.

"Nice guy," I said, making Harry chuckle.

"He can be a real ass sometimes," He said. He should look at himself if he's going to say things like that.

"Well, I got to head back to my dorm, see you around," I said as he smirked.

"Yeah, sure." He said as I headed out of the meeting room.

Why is it so hard to be normal around him? I'm already frustrated with myself, and it's just the first day. I am finding myself ignoring the red flags. I plopped on my bed and let out a long sigh. God, why must you put me through this? It's agonizingly annoying, and It made me question my real sinful nature. Am I naturally lustful? I hope not, because that will be the death of me. He's probably broken millions of hearts, and I'm most likely next in line, but part of me doesn't care enough to do anything about it. Why don't I care if he crushes my heart? He's making me rethink all my convictions about worldly people. I don't know what the real world is like because I've been this building all my life.