Loving You Harry Styles

This story is about a teenage girl living her dream with her best friend she had a thing for a guy Called Harry Styles and since the day she met him her life has never been the same..... read this story to find out how beth and harry get on .....

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1. The Day We Met

I sat on my window sill. The rain was pouring down. I thought about what tomorrow would be like. I had just moved from L.A. to a little town in the middle of nowhere, Cheshire. I was going back to America in 2 years, luckily. I wondered how all my friends were doing. My phone vibrated interrupting my deep thoughts. 'Weird here without you babe. Hope you're OK. Missing you here. -S.' It was my best friend, Shelby.I couldn't help but let a tear roll down my pale cheek. My parents had forced me to come here. I mean nothing interesting was going to happen in this horrible place. After an awkwardly silent dinner with my parents, I went to bed

* NEXT DAY*

I punched my alarm clock as it woke me up and fell back asleep. I woke up again hearing my mum calling me. I looked at the time, 7:45. Shit. I only had fifteen minutes to get ready. I jumped out of bed, quickly put on a pair of skinny jeans with a white V neck top and my favorite gold necklace that my brother gave me. I then ran out of the house trying my best to make it in time for my first day at school. Well that plan failed. I rushed into my new classroom to see about 20 English students starring at me. I sat at the table that was free and took my stuff out. "Californian girls, don't even bother to be polite. Don't they Misses Heathow?" the teacher grumbled with a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, you know those stupid alarm clocks." I giggled waiting for the others to follow.They didn't so I just pretended to read my Spanish book. "LOSER" I heard someone whisper behind me.I didn't dare turn around to face the guy so I just stayed put. The rest of the lesson wasn't interesting at all. I didn't really listen actually. I sat there looking out the window and wondering how these students could be so mean with new people. In America, people would laugh at everything you said. Even if it wasn't funny. The bell rang indicating the end of the lesson and everybody left in a rush. Everybody but one. I watched him as he put his books away. He had beautiful chocolate curls and amazing green eyes. He flicked his wonderful hair and it shined in the artificial light. I couldn't help but let my mouth open slightly looking at this mysterious guy. 'Oi' I freezed. I must of stared a bit too much.

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