I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

A backstabbing bestfriend, an abusive ex-boyfriend, a secret keeping mother, could 17 year old Evie's life be any worse? She's on the verge of falling apart until she meets Harry Styles. Even though she has no idea who he is, could he be the one to save her? Through their differences, will they ever be able to fix each other?


18. Bring it On

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Eighteen:

Bring it On

March 7th, 2011

---Evie’s Point of View---

I didn’t question why he was here. I didn’t even question why he was pretending to be a foreign exchange student from France. I kind of just went with it. But I do admit I was curious . . . what was he going to do? Was he going to stay here for the rest of the semester? I had no idea what his plan was. But I felt like if I questioned it here, then something sketchy was bound to happen. Like Annabel recognizing him. I’m surprised she didn’t yet. And she calls herself a ‘hardcore Directioner?’ I don’t even think I am one, yet I recognized Harry the second he walked through the door.

“What the hell is this?” Harry nudged my elbow, pointing to the first equation in the packet. I glanced at it.

Solve the following system of equations:

            6x + 7y = 11

            3x - 3y = 5

I think that was the easiest question on the entire sheet. I laughed a little and then looked at Harry’s dumbfounded face. He stared back at me, the puzzlement in his expression showing through. “Uhm, Harry have you ever been in sixth form?” I questioned.

He shook his head and whispered, “I’ve only been through Year 11. Then I auditioned for X Factor and well . . . ” he trailed off. He stared blankly at the papers in front of him and I sighed. This was going to be hard. Algebra II was no piece of cake for me, let alone someone who’s never been to junior year . . .

“Do you at least have like, a tutor?”

He shook his head and then nervously laughed up at me briefly. “They never bothered to get me one.”

I took a deep breath as I returned my gaze to my work. I picked up my pencil and began dancing it in between my fingers. How was I going to do this? I barely understood Algebra myself, let alone enough to teach it to a whole other student. “Do you plan on staying here?”

I hope that didn’t sound as rude as I thought it did, but I was curious. Why was Harry here, and not even as himself but pretending to be a foreign French student? It all seemed a little sketchy to me, but what I was wondering was why was nobody recognizing him? It’s not like he was that disguised, he only had on a heavy black coat, complete with a grey knit scarf, and he even had the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. I’m surprised Mr. Smith didn’t say anything whack. No actually, I was really freaking surprised nobody was noticing this! No one even seemed the slightest bit curious about the ‘new foreign exchange student’ lurking in the school either. What was wrong with these people that I call classmates?

“Mr. Smith!” Oh, God. It was Cory Brown, also known as the most annoying boy I have ever come across. Why is it I get all the stupid people in my classes all the time? And not only that, but they’re always seated either in front of me, behind me, or in my vicinity. Luckily for me, Cory was seated right behind me, so I heard his already loud, booming voice loud and clear.

“What is it?” Mr. Smith strolled over to him and Cory yelled out again.

“How come Frenchie gets to wear his hood in class but I can’t? Isn’t it a school rule to have all hats off in class?”

Oh crap. I knew that it was going to be sooner rather than later someone pointed that out. But wait . . . no one could see Harry’s hair right now because it was covered. Once it was revealed, then would more people notice him? I didn’t know, but I certainly didn’t want to find out.

As Mr. Smith’s eyes wandered from Cory to Harry I nudged him in the elbow like he did to me earlier and whispered, “Are you sure you’ll be able to pull this off, Hannah Montana?”

He turned to me and whispered back, “Didn’t she get busted?”

“I don’t know Harry, she’s not real.” Were we really having a discussion on Hannah Montana? And the fact that he looked totally serious right now. Okay, whatever we had bigger problems, obviously.

Mr. Smith turned to Harry and had an understanding look on his face, but it seemed pained. “He does have a point. Would you mind taking your hat and your hood off?”

Oh, God. I had no idea what was going to happen next but all I knew was that I really want to get out of here. I glanced at the clock, anxiously. Seriously? Twenty seven minutes left?

My eyes were darting between Mr. Smith and Harry, back and forth. He looked like he had no idea what to say, and I wanted to help but honestly neither did I. I still didn’t even know what his motives were on this whole entire thing, so I figure to just stay out of it. But how can I, I feel like I’m so involved . . .

“Ehm, perdon?” Harry said. Oh, Lord. Was he going all ‘I’m just going to pretend I have no idea what you’re saying to me’ on everyone?

“The hat! It needs to come off!” Mr. Smith raised his voice to new levels of volume. He was definitely one of those people who figured if he says it louder than that automatically means the person will understand. Seriously, if we had a deaf student here, Mr. Smith would totally break out a microphone and start shouting into it.

Excusez-moi?” Wow, Harry made that sound really sassy. But of course since he was a ‘new’ student, my teacher is going to sugar coat everything for him, as usual.

Mr. Smith reached over to yank it off of his head but then he was reluctant and restrained. He must have remembered that at this school, teacher/student physical contact is practically illegal. In a more stressed tone he calmly said, “Uh . . .le hat-ay off!”

Eruptions of giggles emerged throughout the classroom at my teacher’s failed attempt to communicate. I was just hoping that this would go on for the rest of class so that nothing sketchy would happen. But of course not. Sarah Goodall had to be her usual irritating self and reach over. Before any of us knew it, the beanie was off and so was the hood. Harry’s curls dropped as fast as lightning and soon they were disheveled around the shape of his face.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so?” Harry looked to Mr. Smith in his phony French accent and acted all cheeky. Mr. Smith shook his head in a disapproving way and started sulking back to his desk. I looked around the room in anticipation, waiting for at least Annabel to realize this. She was focused on her math packet. Wow, well that’s the first time in years I’ve seen her so into school. Something was changing her . . .

Mr. Smith was one step away from his desk when he shifted direction completely. He started walking over to Harry and I with a determined look on his face. Uh-oh, this wasn’t going to be good . . .

“Sorry, I realize that I—” he paused to chuckle awkwardly, “I, never did get your name.” I was kind of secretly hoping that one of these days Mr. Smith would be fired. I mean, sure he was an okay teacher but really, who forgets to ask a new student their name?

Harry shifted nervously and cleared his throat resuming the fake French accent, “Oh uhm it’s—”

“Actually, I have a better idea. Why don’t you introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about you?” Yeah, Mr. Smith what a great idea. He doesn’t even know who he is so how is he supposed to explain himself to other people?

I sulked in my seat, this was going to be a long twenty seven minutes.

I could tell that Harry was getting ready to protest, but Mr. Smith was giving him a look made up of a mix of desperation and force. There was no way out of this, and Harry knew it too. He slowly forced himself out of his seat and strolled to the front of the room. He overlooked the entire classroom and started to speak.

“Uhm, hi. So, my name is—”

“Oh, my God. It’s Harry Styles!”

I knew it. I knew Annabel was going to notice him sooner or la—

Wait a minute. That voice didn’t belong to Annabel. In fact, I even looked back to her and she had a shocked look on her face just as the majority of the class did. No, it definitely wasn’t her. But if it wasn’t, then who said that?

“I am such a huge fan, okay can I please get an autograph?!” I turned my head to the left, following the voice. My jaw dropped when I found out who it was.

Bailey Welles. It was Reyna’s Directioner friend who dragged her to go to that concert that caused a whole fiasco. I shuddered, I still hated the memory that I so deeply tried to forget. Reyna told me about her when she found out we went to the same school. Reyna tried to stay in contact with her, but after she found out about her and the whole Liam situation, she wanted to steer clear from her jealously. They still talked every now and then, but I don’t know, everything felt awkward with her. I didn’t associate with her and no doubt that she had no idea about Harry and I.

“Wait, what?” Mr. Smith was probably beyond confused.

“Erm . . . okay. I’m not really French and I’m not really a Foreign exchange student,” Harry confessed bluntly. I could tell that he was going to go on this huge confession rant and I was intrigued. I too, wanted to know what he was doing here. As he started to speak again, he looked to me, “But I came here for a reason and I don’t mean to offend anyone but—”

“Oh look its fake French-boy to the rescue! You know, I hope you enjoyed going after my ex-girlfriend, bro. Yeah, enjoy her. But tell me; was she good in bed that other night?”

I could punch Derek right now and I could tell that Harry could, too. He stared Derek down now, the features on his face becoming more defined, the vein in his neck protruding slowly. For a split second, he looked to Mr. Smith and refined his expression and quickly let out a sheepish, “Sorry.”

Before anyone knew it, Harry’s sharp expression was back and he was lunging towards Derek. His hands were at the top of his shirt pulling him forward and then pushing him back. He hauled Derek out of the desk he was sitting in and led him to the wall, cornering him. Derek hit the wall abruptly but still had a smirk on his face. Harry then grasped onto his shirt more tightly and got dangerously close to his face. In a serious low tone he hissed, “I don’t want you near Evie ever again.

“Oh wow, you really scared me pretty boy,” Derek’s sarcastic tone was almost nauseating.

I blinked and Harry had punched him in the nose and nudged him in his lower region. Derek doubled over on the floor, one hand on his bleeding nose and the other holding his goods. “Don't you ever hurt another girl again. Especially mine.” Harry’s voice was threatening as Derek tried to stand up again.

“All right, that’s it! I want both of you in the principal’s office now.”  Mr. Smith sent them both off, but then decided to accompany them in case they tried anything again. I blinked again and I was surrounded by Jake, Annabel and to my surprise, Bailey.

“Harry Styles just beat up Derek for you,” Bailey stated the obvious and I sighed, exasperated.

“Yeah, it’s sort of a long story . . .” I trailed off, staring at the ground.

“Not so long that you can’t tell your best friend.” Oh no, I knew this mood Annabel was in. It was probably going to result in a fight later but, I wasn’t thinking about that now. I just wanted to get home and confess to my mom. Who was I kidding, I couldn’t keep this lie up any longer.

“Evie, what did Derek do to you?” Jake had been staring at me for the longest time before he spoke.

I sighed, about to explain when I was interrupted. “Uh, more importantly, how do you know Harry Styles?”

Now I was ready to punch Bailey in the face. I realized that I was going to have to explain this whole thing sooner or later, so I prepared myself. I stayed quiet for a few minutes when I finally opened my mouth to speak, only to be interrupted once more.

“Evangeline Ellington to the principal’s office,” The voice on the loudspeaker announced as I gulped. Oh God.

I somehow managed to haul my ass out of the desk and make my way into the hallway but the whole walk in the hall I was serenaded with thoughts. Thoughts of what my life was becoming. I had been horribly abused by the one I thought I loved and saved countless times by, well, Harry Styles. My mother was hiding so many things from me and wanted to talk to me for the first time in like, years. My friends had no idea what was going on with my life anymore and whatever Harry just did, it’s going to get out to the public. And what will all of the lovely media have to say about this? I wasn’t ready, mentally and emotionally to be exposed in this kind of relationship. I was no idiot, I knew what it was like once someone started dating a celebrity. There were those who approved, but then the shocking number that didn’t.

And those that didn’t ganged up and surely know how to bring someone down. I wasn’t ready to deal with that kind of life. I was never really insecure but with all these new events happening in my life, I was starting to become just that.

Was Harry even a celebrity? He and his band didn’t seem to have much but a few singles and . . . oh well I guess he gained fans while he was on the X Factor? I had no idea, I was still so new to this myself.

Not to mention, I still haven’t had a clue what I want to do with my career.

And college applications were due in three weeks. Though I have always wanted to audition for the X Factor myself . . . and Harry did have some connections . . .hmm.


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