Live while we're young, i want to be forever young.<3

Destrie, quiet and collected, her sister not so much. they cant stand eachother. but all of that started after a meeting with harry styles, returning in summers and failing at keeping a friendship. what happens when he is famous and transfers? what will her sister do? will destrie go back to her dangerous past?. read to find out!


6. chapter six.


I sat there staring at him like an idiot. He really expected me to believe that. “yeah and im the queen of England” I scoffed rolling my eyes. “no really. Wait- you’ve never heard of us?” he questioned clearly shocked. “uhm. Harry, I basically live under a rock, I swear we’re talked about this.” “well I guess im just gonna have to prove it to you dez” what? He walked into the class room, coming out with my scratched guitar. The hell is this kid doing?

He played the cords gracefully, his face serious and looking into my eyes. His soft deep voice bouncing along the walls in the school hallway “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that  you flip your hair get me overwhelmed but when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell, you don’t know oh ohh you don’t know you’re beautiful oh ohh that’s what makes you beautiful” I gawked at him, his voice making my heart melt and my jaw literally on the floor. “believe me now?” I composed myself, going back to myself. “just cause you can see doesn’t mean you’re in a boy band” he pulled out his phone, scrolling through something making an “ah hah!” noise, facing the screen towards me, I just couldn’t believe it. It was him and all the boys on an album cover, “one direction”.

 Looking back at him, he had a victorious smirk on his face. “wha-what?” was all that came out of my mouth. “yeah, I was busy on the x factor, that’s why I never visit and  well. I didn’t make it as a solo so Simon, well you know who Simon Cowell is right?-“ I nodded “well, he put all of us boys together because none of the others made it as soloist too. We got in the competition but didn’t win, buuuuuut. We got a second chance, and here we are. We’re on break before our tour back home” he grinned as he talked about it. No wonder all the girls here followed them they were gods. I probably looked retarded to him, I couldn’t speak and I had a look on my face like I was thinking way to hard. “you ok there dez?” “I-its just-I mean-no-I mean yes-I mean… I don’t know” I gave up.

He chuckled at me, putting the guitar aside and threw his arm over my shoulders. “ive been waiting to tell you that” he grinned. “you’re a superstar” I gasped. This is harry, the one who was bullied, the one who was scared of the dark, the one who helped me get over my fears of the dark, to one who taught me how to play guitar. This was my styler. “im still the same harry” he said locking his gaze with mine. “your my styler” I smiled. He groaned at my nickname for him. I messed his hair, hearing a gasp from behind me, I turn to see the boys standing there with their mouths wide open. “what?” I asked. “you were actually able to touch his hair!” “I used to mess with his hair so he could fall asleep” I said with a smile.

“oooo! DEZ PLAY WITH MY HAIR! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO! ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!!! PLEASE PLEASE!” he wailed. I clamped my hand over his mouth, “shhhh! I will if you shut up… and not call me dezzy” I smirked. I felt him gasp under my hand. “fine…” I smiled, finally I don’t have to listen to that nickname ever again. Twirled his curls in my fingers, “wait-“ I pulled my hand out of his hair as he got in a more comfortable position. He put his head on my lap and had his face looking up at me. I went back to running my hands through his hair,  seeing his eyes start to droop after a good 10 minutes of playing with his hair, the bell rang causing his eyes to jerk open. “nooooooooooo” he moaned.

 He wrapped his arms around my waist as if that was gonna stop the bell from ringing. “come on haz, I have to go home..” “only if we can come with” he smiled into my side. I rolled my eyes. “im starting to think you only like me for sleeping purposes.. and hair purposes.” He shrugged. “maybe” I smacked his shoulder playfully. “come on you two flirty teens! Lets go!” I blushed and tried standing up, but harry held me down by putting all of his body weight on my legs. “stylerr..” I warned.  He sat up, but was pouting. “oh my gosh!!!!” I  heard a squeal from right beside me. I stood up but soon pushed back down on the bench. Looking up to see who did it, it was a group of  4 girls running up to the boys and bombarding them with questions.

 2 practically attacked harry asking for a kiss. “uh. Girls what about a picture?” he offered. They frowned but agreed. The girls getting pictures with each boy. They winked at them as they skipped off out of the school. “well then” I said with a laugh. “well boys, im going to dezzy’s I’ll be at the hotel later!” “why don’t you guys stay at my house, we have security and gates so no fans will get in” I offered. They nodded their heads up down vigoriously. I smiled. “we’re gonna get your stuff, see harry want us to grab yours?” liam asked. “thanks mate, ring when you’re on your way” the boys ran off leaving me and harry slowly making our way out of the building. Walking side by side on the sidewalk. “so tell me whats been new with you” I said, trying to start up conversation. “uhm. One direction” was all  he said, we looked at eachother and started laughing. This is what I desperately needed. A friend.

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