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.)


2. Like the Rest

Harry's POV

"How did your first day go, mate?" Louis made a pot of tea as I rolled onto the sofa. 

"Hectic," I groaned.

"Any girls try to molest you?" he joked, snickering as he poured some tea into two mugs.

"No," I snorted. "But some definitely showed interest." I thought of the girls in Physics; then of Maisey. My heart throbbed a little to talk to her; to get to know her better. I was somewhat scared to tell Lou. He'd tease me about it for sure!

"Hey, Lou?" I finally caved in. "There's this one girl..." His eyes widened, and he hurried over to the couch, sitting next to me; putting an endearing around around my shoulders. 

"Tell me all about it, Haz," he smirked. 

I rolled my eyes with a goofy smile, "Well, her name is Maisey. She's beautiful, but I feel like she's hiding something."

"Why do you say that?" 

"When I had to sit by her in Physics, one of her peers questioned me about it... As if it was a punishment to sit by her."

Louis furrowed his brow, frowning sideways. The other boys entered the room, loud as usual.

"Niall, I can't believe you ate four of those burgers!" Liam slapped his back. Niall had a funny smirk on his face, shrugging.

"Harry!" they all yelled, tackling me on the sofa. "How was it?" Liam asked.

"Good," I nodded. "I was just explaining to Louis..." 

"Nevermind that!" Zayn interrupted. "Let's get to the club." Danielle, Eleanor, and Perrie were expected to meet us there. Niall and I were the only single ones of the group, unfortunately, but we've been single for a while anyways. We all loaded into a cab and were on our way to the club. As we drove through the busy streets, I noticed a familiar-looking figure coming out of a coffee shop.

"Stop the car," I said suddenly, tapping on the cap driver's shoulder. Reluctantly he pulled over, allowing me to get out. The boys looked around in confusion muttering, "What is he doing?"

I quickly hopped out, catching up with the person who'd walked out of the cafe, "Maisey wait!" I yelled. She jumped, whirling around to see who had said her name. She shivered a little as her eyes met mine, glancing around me nervously. "It's me, Harry, from Physics."

"I know," she mumbled, switching her coffee into her other hand. 

"Well, I was just headed to the club," I rubbed behind my head. "Would you maybe... I don't know... Like to come? ...With me?" God, Harry, dial it down.

"Er," she pursed her lips, her eyes darting around frantically. 

"I mean, you don't have to, but," I licked my lips. "It'd be fun." I pleaded a little with my eyes, giving her a dimpled smile. It always works. This time shouldn't be any different. 

"I-I guess so...," she trailed off, taking a sip from her cup. The cab driver honked at me; I shot him a cold glance. I saw the boys in the back seat gesturing for me to hurry up. 

"You don't have to be home, do you?" I asked. She shook her head. "Come on." I smiled, holding out my hand. She glanced at it, but didn't reach for it. Instead, she followed me into the cab. 

The boys and the cab driver stared at me blankly, eyebrows raised, "What're you lot staring at?" I chuckled. "Let's go."


The club was crowded as ever, filled with people dancing, drinking, and talking. A few couples argued off to the side, along with a group of girls who began throwing threats at each other. Maisey walked hesitantly next to me, obviously nervous. 

"Do you drink?" I asked just as we reached the bar. She nodded, lips pursed. 

"We'll take two," I told the bartender. He momentarily brought out two kegs of beer. "Cheers." We clinked glasses. She took a swig of hers, wiping the white foam from her upper lip with a small smile.

"May I ask why you stopped me?" she said suddenly, setting her glass down. 

"I just want to get to know you," I grinned awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, of course, but I just..." her gaze dropped to her beer. "I just figured you'd be like every other populars."

"And what are they like?"

"Just horrible," she muttered, taking another sip. 

"How horrible?"

"I don't want to talk about it." 

I accepted the fact, and went back to my beer. I wondered hopelessly what she meant by that. Had someone hurt her in the past? I had met a few of the more popular guys earlier today, and they all seemed pretty kind. Though I did notice that the popular girls seemed to be very controlling and superior over them. One of them by the name of Elizabeth Morris. She was pretty, don't get me wrong, but her attitude definitely extracted from it. She was cheer captain, and clearly one of the most respected people at the school. Many other people seemed to fear her. I did my best to avoid her, even though she tried to flirt with me a lot.

"Want to dance?" I broke the awkward silence. Maisey gave me a half smile, nodding a little.

"I can't dance to save my life," she gave a little laugh.

"I'll teach you," I grabbed her hand. She winced a little, flinching away from me. "Sorry." I loosened my grip on her hand and led her to the dance floor. I saw Louis dancing around with Eleanor, and Zayn and Perrie were bantering in one of the booths. Niall was eating, as suspected, and Liam and Danielle were at the bar. 

The loud music made my ears pop, causing me to zone out a little as we got to the center. The beat pounded in my chest, and I started to dance. It was one of those dances where you just move your body to the beat, hips swaying and legs just moving as they wish. I guided Maisey's hands, grasping them in mine and twirling her around. She stumbled a little, her pale face flushing red. 

"It's okay," I chuckled. "Try this." I began to do the sprinkler, which made her giggle. She tried it, but let her arms fall to her sides when I laughed at her attempt. 

"No, keep doing it!" I encouraged her. She shook her head, laughing. 

"I'm going to go have a seat," she announced, nudging past me. I stayed on the dance floor when I found Lou and Eleanor and joined them in conversation. I figured Maisey would be alright, given there were a few cops here and there. 

Maisey's POV

To escape the humiliation of dancing, I fought my way through to crowd to a booth. On the other side of it was a passed out girl wearing rather revealing clothes. I smelled a heavy cloud of alcohol surrounding her and gagged a little. I was hopelessly tired and just needed a rest. I was still quite confused on why Harry would stop me on the street. I was Maisey Pearson-- no one special. All of the girls in school fantasized over him and fangirled. But truly, I had no idea what they were fangirling over.

I mean, I knew he was in One Direction, but I was never really a huge fan of the group. It made me nervous, being around him. What if Elizabeth were to see us? She'd get horribly angry; I know how much she likes Harry. To get in her way to his heart would be a horrible mistake on my part. She's already ruined my life once. 

"What is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" A raspy voice approached me. I looked up to meet the reddened eyes of a drunk boy. He was untidy and clearly wasted. He wiped his drooling mouth and reached for one of my shoulders. I moved out of his reach quickly; he widened his eyes.

"I'm not here alone," I insisted, folding my arms.

"Mm, hard to get, are you?" he smirked. I quickly dodged his reach for one of my breasts. He continued to attempt to grapple me until he finally caught hold of one of my arms, pulling it to his mouth and kissing it sloppily. I grimaced at the drool that coated my forearm. He pushed me backwards into the booth so that I was now on my back and began hovering over me, going in for my face with his unshaven mouth. I felt his bristly chin scratch mine as he kissed me. I tried to push him away, but his pressure was just to hard. His hand moved up my shirt, causing me to shiver hopelessly. 

I didn't know what else to do, so I began to scream as his fingernails scratched my bare stomach, "HARRY!" I yelled.

"No, no, no," he slurred, attempting to muffle my cries with his lips. I turned my face to the side so I didn't have to smell his pungent breath. 

"HARRY!" I screamed again, my throat burning. The guy continued to grope me, moving his touch to my bum. He went in for another kiss, but this time I got him back, sinking my teeth into his lip. I felt his blood run warmly over my tongue, causing me to sputter. He yelped in pain, pulling back and staring at me with disbelief.

"So you want to play rough, huh?" a sinister grin crept onto his lips. I shook my head, and continued to scream.

"HARRY!" I screamed through struggled breaths as he forced his body upon mine, crushing my chest. "Harry, help me!" I felt so helpless. Of course. Harry must've left me here. He's just like the rest. Maisey, you can't trust anyone, can you!?

Suddenly, the drunken boy was flung off me. I was laying limply in the booth, gasping for breath. Harry had the boy by the back of his neck and was holding him tightly. He was choking him. The boy's mouth was gaping open, eyes widened with fear. He looked not much more than 17, and he sure acted it. I scrambled to the back of the booth, clutching my knees to my chest. I watched in horror as Harry strangled the boy, forcing him to the ground.

Tears were streaming down my face, muffled sobs escaping my throat. Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn came to Harry's side, prying him off the drunken boy, "That's enough, mate." Liam gripped Harry's shoulder. Harry stared with cold eyes at the limp body of the boy on the ground. He wasn't dead... only passed out. A couple of police officers rushed over forcing Harry away and picking up the boy. I huddled in the corner of the booth, hoping not to get any attention on me. I felt my t-shirt begin to stick to my stomach, and put a hand under it and noticed it was covered with blood when I pulled it out. 

I gagged a little, as I am horrified of blood. I rushed to the bathroom, and pulled my shirt up just to reveal my stomach as I stared into the mirror. The boy's fingernails had scratched five deep gashes in my stomach. I didn't expect it to be this severe, but blood was running down my stomach. I wet some paper towels, applying them to the wound; ignoring the stinging sensation I received. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a kind-eyed girl with brown hair light brown eyes entered. I hurriedly pulled my shirt down as she walkd in. She was flawlessly beautiful, and held a nervous smile on her face. 

"Maisey?" she confirmed. I nodded slowly. "H-Harry sent me to see if you were okay." 

"I-I'm fine," I stuttered, rubbing my arm uncomfortably. It was still wet from the drunken boy's slobber. I managed a forced smile, not showing my teeth. 

"He's real worried," she furrowed her brow, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it a little. I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.

"Well, just let him know I'm okay," I managed.

"Come out so he can see you," she insisted. "Please." I reluctantly agreed, following her out of the bathroom. Harry stood outside the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his face full of concern. He unfolded his arms when I appeared and stepped towards me. His brow was furrowed and his plump lips pursed. A vein protruded from his right temple, and his hair was messy. 

"Maisey," he breathed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to avoid him from questioning the blood seeping through my shirt. "Are you all-right?"

I nodded, staring blankly at the ground, "I want to go home." Harry rubbed behind his neck, giving me a slight nod. 

"Okay," he swallowed hardly. "Of course. Let's catch a cab." He held out his hand for me to take. I hesitated at first, but grasped it lightly as he led me outside. The cops had apparently taken the drunken boy away and he had gained consciousness. 

"What did he do to you?" Harry asked firmly as we sat in the cab. I turned away from him, gazing out the window, shaking my head. I fought off tears and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Tell me." He scooted closer, putting my hand in his. I shook myself out of his grip, scooting away. I could see his hurt look out of the corner of my eye, and scolded myself silently. 

"I-I'm sorry," I turned to face him. He smiled a little, shaking it off. 

As we reached my house, Harry caught my eye. He leaned in for what looked like a kiss, but I avoided it, instead going in for a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Goodbye." he whispered into my ear.

"Bye, Harry," I replied, getting out of the car. He had saved me that night. As I walked into the door, I leaned against it, breathing heavily. A heavy thought lingered in my mind that tugged at me helplessly. "No, this can't be happening." I tell myself in denial. I sink to the floor, my head rolling back against the door. I run a hand through my hair slowly, squinting my eyes in pure thought. I... I think I might love Harry Styles.

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