1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)

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5. Hm. Coincidence?

Maisey's POV

"Where were you yesterday?" a cool voice sneered from behind me. I turned to face Elizabeth Morris, arms crossed, lips twisted with disgust. 

"Sick," I lied.

"Where was Harry yesterday?" she asked. I shrugged, trying to walk away. Why did she automatically insist that we were together? Well, even though we were. She grabbed my shoulder, turning me around. "I know you two were together."

"We weren't,"

"You better hope so," she pointed a finger into my face. "Harry Styles is mine." And with that, she walked off down the hallway. 

 

It was Wednesday afternoon, and during my Study Hall period, I had to make up my physics test. As I entered the retesting room, sitting at the back of the room was an impatient Harry. He sighed with relief when he saw me, his plump lips curling to a half smile. I rolled my eyes, laughing silently. I took my seat next to him, awkwardly sitting there with his green eyes fixed on me.

"What?" I laughed through gritted teeth. 

"Nothing," he shook his head in denial, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. 

"Shut up," I prodded him with my pencil, causing him to flinch with a laugh. "She asked about yesterday, you know."

Harry raised his eyebrows a little, his lips forming an 'O', "What did you say?"

"I told her we were sick," I smirked. "But I think she knows there's something between us."

"That's unfortunate," he shrugged. "Do you really think she can ruin my life? I mean, it's gonna take a lot for her to get through my barricade of fans."

"True," I admitted. "But it'll be easy for her to get to me."

"I won't let her," he promised. "The fans don't know about you yet, but when they do, I'm sure they'll love you."

"Doubt it," I pursed my lips. My eyes fell to my desk with a frown. Harry ducked his head so he could see my face, placing a finger under my chin.

"Hey," he whispered. "You're beautiful, lovable, and one of the most amazing girls I have ever met. I'm positive they'll like you. Don't worry about it, Maisey." I gave him a half-smile, my dimple revealing itself. 

 

After 8th period, we parting ways without saying a word to eachother-- to avoid Elizabeth's suspicions. All he gave me was a slight smile, then walked off to his locker.

 

From: Harry <3

 Meet me at Figlio's Italian Restaurant tonight at 5. Where something nice.(;

 

From what I'd heard, Figlio's was crazy expensive... Only rich people could eat there practically. Oh wait. Harry is rich...

I rolled onto my bed, eyes tracing the perimeter of my ceiling. I needed to find something to wear... I hopped up to face my closet, picking out a mid-thigh length dress with a floral ruffled bottom and a white lace strapless top and a pair of tan wedges. I curled my hair to perfection, applying liquid eyeliner and pink lipstick. I carefully traced my eyelid with bronze eyeshadow and powdered on some blush. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. For once, I actually tried to look good for someone. 

***

Harry grinned when he saw me, dimples and everything. He was wearing a blazer and black skinny jeans with Vans. He looked really sexy... I must admit. He held out a large hand, gathering mine and leading me to a private section of the restaurant. 

"I reserved it, special for us," he said, pulling out my chair. 

"This is so cute," I chirped, glancing at the red candles lit around the room. It was truly beautiful. He sat down facing me, staring at me for a while.

"Shall we eat?" I giggled a little. He shrugged.

"Or we could--" 

"Nope, we're eating," I interrupted. "I'm hungry."

"Well, still..." he smirked.

"Shut up!" I giggled, shoving a hand to his mouth. "Not now." 

The waitress was standing awkwardly at the door, "What can I get you two to drink?"

"Um, I'll have--" I began.

"She'll have two rounds of Jack Daniel's," Harry snickered. "Maybe more."

"Harry, no!" I slapped his hand. He was being rather nonchalant this evening...

"Harry as in... Harry Styles?" the waitress fanned her face which was uncontrollably red. 

"No, Harry Potter," Harry grinned.

"Oh my god!" the waitress screamed. "Can you sign my phone?" She held out her phone. Harry nodded, grabbing a pen from his pocket. "Oh, and you, too! You must be his girlfriend! I want to be the first to get your signature before you become famous."

"Sure," I smiled. Wow. My first autograph. The waitress looked vaguely familiar, but I wasn't sure from where I'd seen her. After we both signed her phone, she squealed, running out of the room. 

"But what about our drinks?" Harry whined, frowning. I smelled slight alcohol on his breath. God, Harry was drunk. 

"Harry, you're drunk," I whined, getting out of my chair. "We're going home." He tried to fight back as I lifted him from his chair, forcing him to stand. 

"Kiss me," he put a finger on my lips. 

"If I do, will you come home?" I begged. He nodded with a smile. I kissed him for a few seconds, and attempted to pull away, but he pulled me back in, squeezing my waist with his huge hands. I finally broke free, wiping my lips. 

"Harry," I moaned. "Time to go." He frowned, nodding slightly. I grabbed his hand, leading him out of the restaurant to his Audi. 

"Okay, Maisey," I began to talk to myself. "You've got to drive this extremely expensive car back to his flat. Don't wreck it."

Harry played with a strand of my hair as I pulled out of the parking lot.

After what felt like two hours of driving, I finally pulled into the garage, my palms sweating profusely. I led Harry upstairs, taking his key. The flat was clean, as usual, and sure enough, there was a bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen counter with a half full glass next to it.

"Harry, I'm so disappointed in you," I pushed him onto the couch, plopping down next to him. 

"I'm sorry," 

"You better be," I playfully pointed a finger in his face. "I didn't get to eat! I better eat now before I forget again."

I strode off to the kitchen, pouring some cereal. Harry fell asleep on the couch almost instantly, snoring softly. I ate quickly, and made my way over to the couch, kissing his cheek lightly. I wrote a note telling him that I brought him home because he was drunk and left. 

I called a cab to take me to Figlio's so I could pick up my car. As I sat in the cab, I received an Anonymous text message.

 

From Restricted

It's funny how much nerve you have to go out in public with him. I have proof.

My heart began to pound. Elizabeth. The phone. Shit. The waitress must've been a fellow popular of Elizabeth to spy on us... This was it. She was officially going to end me. There was no saying what else she could do to me. I rolled my head back against the seat, closing my eyes tightly. This was all a mistake. A huge, huge mistake. 

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