Are You The One?

This story unfolds about a girl name Mackenzie that moves to a private school. She met these 5 unbelievably cute guys that were called One Direction. The leader of the group, Harry Styles, was the meanest of them all and would "bully" Mackenzie. She soon get to know these boys and gets close to one of them. When she first met them, Niall was the one who caught her eyes first. As the story continues, she soon realizes "Is he really the one?"...


14. Withdrawn from PCA


Mackenzie's POV:    

    I just got out of the bus when all of a sudden; gray clouds started taking over the bright sky. In a blink of an eye, rain started pouring. How great. This is why I don't trust the weather report on the news. I couldn't bare today. The way they scratched my face. But then I thought of what happened today with Niall he made me smile (lol that rhymed). Does this mean me and Niall are together now? Are we a couple? All of a sudden, I thought of Perrie. The way she tried to rip my face apart. Was she jealous? Did she still have feelings for Niall? The thought of Perrie lead me to the kiss Perrie and Niall had. So many questions were running through my mind when all of a sudden, I felt a vibration on my right pocket. From:El(: - Hey, are you okay? Niall told me what happened today at school. I let out a long sigh and replied back to her. To:El(: - Hey, and yeah I'm alright. Don't worry about me love.x. I hadn't realized that I was still under the rain.

  When I got home, I realized that I was soaking wet so I cleaned up before I greeted my parents. I was all cleaned up and headed downstairs to say hi to my mom since dad was still at work. So many things were going on that I haven't noticed how big my mum's stomach was. "Hi mom!" I gave her a friendly smile. "Hey Macke- ....wha...what happened to your face?!" I heard her voice rising. "Nothing mum..." "NO I need to know who did this to you! I'm going to call your principal right now and talk to him!" Before I could explain to her with FULL details, she was already calling him. "Good afternoon Dr. Rivers" "Good afternoon...uh..." "Mrs. Robins. Hi, I would like to tell you something very interesting that happened today at PCA. It probably happened in the morning but there were a couple of girls that got into a fight. One of them was my daughter. She was against 3 girls. When she got home, her face was torn up. I would like to expel the girls who did this to her!" she literally screamed at the phone. "Yes of course Mrs. Robins. We will expel them right away. May I know their names?" his voice was soothing and calm. My mom mouthed the words "What's their names?" I whispered back to her "Jade Thirlwall, Perrie Edwards, Jesy Nelson, and Leigh-Anne Pinnock" my mum told him their names. "Oh… I'm sorry to say this but...those girls are one of my favorite students. I can't expel them…I'm very sorry. Enjoy the rest of your day Mrs. Robins. Goodbye." he hung up. My mom stayed silent for a while "Mum...?" she burst out screaming "WHAT KIND OF SCHOOL IS THIS?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. NO DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL ATTEND THIS SCHOOL ANYMORE. TOMORROW MORNING I WILL WITHDRAW YOU." I couldn't believe what she was saying. Am...Am I really going to withdraw from PCA? No... "Mom, please. No, I'm enjoying my life! My school life! I don't want to leave, I found so many good friends there that I can't bare to leave the- " "Mackenzie, you'll find better friends at a regular school. I will withdraw you from PCA and that's final." I couldn't help it. I ran straight to my room and started crying. 

    It was 10:45 P.M. I hadn't realized that I was crying for 5 hours straight. I'm leaving PCA...I'm leaving Abigail. I'm leaving Eleanor and Danielle. I'm leaving my crazy Louis and my Liam. I'm leaving Bradford bad boy Zayn and my Nialler. I didn't care about Harry.... do I? I checked my text notifications and got over 40 text messages from Eleanor, Niall, Louis, Danielle, Liam, and... Harry? I checked my miss calls and got over 50 missed calls. Most of my calls were from Harry. Why would Harry care? I was too lazy to text or call them back. I went to the bathroom and took a nice, long, hot shower. I got out of the shower and heard a ...knock on my window. Was it Niall? I ran to my window and opened it, realizing that I'll see my Nialler wasn't Niall. It was somebody was...Harry.

Harry's POV:

  I shouldn't be doing this. This is not like me. I don't go over to a girl's house and check if she's okay. But Mackenzie was different. She's not like the other girls I've encountered before. "Hey Mackenzie." she was so gorgeous with her hair all wet. "Uh hi Harry. How are you?" her voice was shaky and her eyes were red. Was she crying? "Don't worry about me. The question is how are YOU?" "Oh...I'm fine. Want me to sit with you?" I nodded my head in agreement. Wow, she was even more gorgeous under the moonlight. It was quiet so I decided to break the silence "So.... about toda-" I got interrupted by her sweet, soothing voice "Harry I don't want to talk about it." she sounded really upset. "Well...whenever you're hurt, you could always come to me" I gave her a friendly smile but she was avoiding eye contact. All of a sudden, she burst into tears. I couldn't stand her being so sad. I comforted her by singing in her ear. What are you doing Harry. She's the enemy. You’re supposed to make her cry even more. My good side is overcoming my evil side. Am I really having feelings for her? Am I falling for her? "Harry...why are you so nice to me all of a sudden? You hated me ever since I attended PCA." I gave out a long sigh. "People change, times change." I can't come right out telling her how I felt about her. It's stupid. She looked directly into my eyes and I looked back at hers. I was leaning in to kiss her and she was leaning to kiss me but then she looked away. So close Harry, so close. We spent the whole night together, just staying quiet but knowing that we had someone by our side. Maybe I don't mind falling for her. Maybe I...I love her.

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