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.)


3. The Rules

Harry's POV

I arrived at Physics early the next Monday, hoping that she'd forgotten what had happened Friday night. After a few minutes, Maisey walked through the door. Her auburn hair was curled loosely and was pulled into a ponytail on the side. She looked cute in a cream- coloured loose-fitting sweater and bright red skinny jeans. I wasn't ever one to judge what I girl was wearing, but I couldn't help but notice whatever she wore. 

I rubbed my lower lip with my fingers, just watching her, as she strode over to her seat next to me. She ignored my attempted flirt, sitting abruptly with a sigh. She jotted something down in a notebook, and sat back in her seat. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, face flushed.

"Maisey, what's wrong?" I asked her. She glanced at me, looking away quickly with a slight shake of her head. Had I ruined whatever we had on Friday? She was probably scared of me now... from beating up that idiotic drunkard. She was quiet the whole class period. My heart strained to talk to her, but my mind told me not to. Maybe she just needed space, that's all. 


The bell rang, and Maisey shot up from her seat, rushing out the door. I chased after her like my first day, grasping her shoulder from behind.

"Harry," she turned to face me. "We need to talk." I nodded. Finally. She pulled me off to the side while checking to see if anyone was watching us.

"We need to establish some rules," she said with her brow furrowed. 

"Rules?" I snorted. "For what?" 

"Firstly, you cannot talk to me during school," she looked me straight in the eye. "At all."

"But, why not?" I countered, my throat growing tight.

Maisey's POV

"Elizabeth is why," my mouth formed a straight line, lips pursed. "She'll ruin my life if she sees us talking. Just like when..."

"When what?" he stepped closer. 

"Nevermind," I shook her head, letting my gaze fall to the ground. 

"So when can I talk to you?" 

"Outside of school," I replied. "Privately."

He seemed a little confused, but didn't object, "Alright. Bye, Maisey."

I gave nothing but a small nod towards him as I exited the school. I didn't want to get into any sort of relationship. At all. I couldn't let myself grow attached to Harry, though my heart pleaded for him. Maybe talking to him less could prevent my feelings for him growing any stronger. 


When I got home, I sprawled out on the bed. I was truly exhausted. My parents wouldn't be home for a few weeks because they were on a business trip together, but I was nearly 19, so I was responsible enough. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number:

                    Maisey, it's Harry.

My heart pounded a little, but I stopped myself from getting excited. 

                   How did you get my number?

It took him a little while to reply.

                  From a school-mate.

I rolled my eyes. He really went through our peers to find someone who had my phone number? He could've just asked me... 

                      Wow. I replied.


     Harry:           Would you like to come over?


      Me:          You'd have to pick me up.


  Harry:            That can be arranged.(;


   Me:              Oh, stop it! 


Harry:            I'm on my way.



Harry was on his way... That meant I needed to get ready. Fast. 

I scrambled into the bathroom and applied some light makeup, while brushing out my frazzled auburn hair. I groaned at my untidy reflection... I looked exhausted. I mean, I'm sure he'd understand... The school day had been a horrible one.

Apparently Elizabeth was at the club that night and saw Harry taking me out of it just as she arrived. I thought back to her cold voice hissing through gritted teeth,

"If I see you around Harry Styles one more time, I'll ruin your life." 

It definitely wasn't the first time she'd said that. Last year had been the worst of it.

It all started when we got a new student from Switzerland. Immediately she started to go after him; flirting nonstop. I happened to have him in one of my classes,and he seemed to grow a liking to me. After three months of just talking to him, he asked me out. Speechless, I just nodded my head. I remember his smile like  it was yesterday... We were the happiest couple ever, that is, until Elizabeth found out. She was furious at the thought that I, one of her friends at the time and a fairly popular person at that, had gone behind her back and dated a guy that she thought she had wrapped around her finger. 

In a mad rage, she spread rumours all around school that I had been sleeping with the Swiss exchange student (my boyfriend at the time). People began calling me horrible things, like slut, prostitute, and some even claimed I had STD's. This made me absolutely outraged, considering I'm a virgin. So I confronted Elizabeth. Boy, was that a bad idea. Basically, now everyone in the school thinks I'm everything that they called me and avoids me. She forced me to break  up with my boyfriend, and when I did, she forced herself upon him. And then she ruined his life, too. Now she's out for Harry, and this time, I don't think I'm going to let her win. 

The doorbell suddenly rings, causing me to jump. Harry. 

I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs to meet him. He was rather dressed up. I felt really out of place because I was only wearing a simple sweater and skinny jeans. My once curled hair was now braided messily to the side. 

"Why are you dressed up?"I asked. He was wearing a blazer, skinny jeans and high tops. His cologne made my insides tingle. I guess guy's cologne just has that effect on girls...

"Oh, I don't know," he gave me a dimpled smile. Maisey, you can't fall for this guy. Snap out of it!

He led me out to his Audi R8,  opening the door for me. I gave him a faint smile as I sat down.

"So what do you want to do?" his green orbs fixed on me, causing my heart to melt a little. I snapped out of it, saying the first thing that came to mind.


"Oh, really?" he smirked.

"Not in that way," I corrected. He seemed disappointed, and pouted his lips. "Ugh, we'll see." His eyes lit up a little at this, and he turned to the wheel. I don't think I'd ever ride in a car this expensive, let alone been in the presence of one. Harry revved the gas, causing the whole vehicle to rumble. I sat back in my seat as he sped off down the road. 


When we arrived at his flat, I was astonished. The interior was huge-- almost bigger than or the same size as my house. It was surprisingly neat-- unordinary for someone his age. 

"You're a neat freak," I pointed out. He stuck his thumbs in his jean pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels with a shrug.

"Yeah, better than the opposite," he replied. I found it quite attractive that he at least could keep the space clean. He led me down the hall to the master bedroom. I gasped at its grandeur--  a fully dressed King-sized bed with a beautiful painting hanging over the headboard of a man and woman embracing eachother. Portraits hung around the room of the boys of One Direction. They all looked so happy and joyful. One in particular caught my eye of Harry's face, his green eyes sparkling. The dimples in his cheeks stuck out more than ever, and his flashy white smile was huge.

I giggled a little, running a hand over the photographed Harry's cheekbone. 

"You like that one, eh?" he was suddenly close behind me. I could feel his front touch my back and his hot breath on my neck. I gave a slight nod, stepping out of the way. 

"You look good," I smiled at the portrait. 

"One of my favorites," he pointed at a photo of him and a girl that seemed a few years older than him. She had the same green eyes as him. 

"Your sister," I noted, staring into her eyes. She was beautiful-- like Harry. Oh my God, Maisey, stop. He's flirting. He's flirting with you, just stop!

I coughed uncomfortably, walking out of the bedroom. He shadowed me as I made my way to the living room, his tall figure looming over my small body. 

"Would you like some tea?" he asked. 

"Yes, please," 

He poured me a steaming mug, handing it to me. I wandered over to the sofa, sitting down. It was awkwardly quiet, and I wasn't sure exactly what to do. He joined me on the sofa with his tea and clicked on the flat screen TV. 

"Why did you want me to come over?" I broke the silence.

"Just to hang out," he replied. "The boys are out clubbing again, so I figured you wouldn't want to do that."

I pursed my lips, nodding with wide eyes. True that...

"Basically, I want to know your story," 

"My story," I repeated, biting my lip. "There's not much to know."

"Oh, come on. I know something's up."

I hesitated, narrowing my eyes at him a little. He withdrew, sitting back and the sofa.

"Since the first day I saw you, something has confused me," he licked his pink lips. "I don't understand why everyone would avoid someone like you. Someone so beautiful and genuine."

"They didn't at first," I admitted, flattered. "In fact, I was almost more popular than Elizabeth." His eyes widened a little. He'd only been at the school for a couple of days, but he was definitely well-informed on Elizabeth Morris' popularity.

"Did she do something to you?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. I was afraid to tell him. He's so protective that... I was afraid he'd confront her-- like I did. She'd most likely do the same thing to him as she did to me. But then again, she does like him a lot, so...

"Said something," I corrected. "Rumours."

"What did she say?" his eyes grew dark with hatred. I was almost afraid not to tell him.

"Told everyone I sleep around," I took a deep breath. "And that I had STD's..."

He looked away from me, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. He sighed, swallowing hardly.

"I'm sorry," he scooted closer. "I never knew how much she's put you through."

I bit my lip, letting my gaze drop to my tea as he came even closer, his plump lips nearing my ear. 

"I will never let her hurt you ever," he paused, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "again." he finished. The site where his lips had met my skin tingled with a strange sensation. I closed my eyes, trying to think of what to do next. I swear my heart was beating so hard that it was drumming at my chest; I was almost sure he could hear it, as well. 

As he pulled his lips from my cheek, a sly grin crept to them. His hot breath warmed the spot, causing me to relax a little. I made no sudden movements, hoping not to make anything further happen. But he went back in for it, kissing the corner of my mouth. I parted my lips a little bit, slowly turning my head to face him. Our noses were barely touching, skimming the tips, giving me goosebumps.

"Kiss me," he pleaded. I glanced at his plump lips, parted, and moving nearer to my mouth. Hesitantly, I moved mine towards his, as well. When they finally connected, I drew back in shock. What are you doing, Maisey?! 

I couldn't help myself as he slid his hands to my waist, pulling me closer. I arched my back, our chests pressing against eachother as our lips met. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His teeth playfully nipped at my lower lip as he increased pressure on my mouth. My heart thrummed crazily against his chest. He parted our lips, chuckling. 

"You okay?" he glanced down at my chest. "Your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest at any moment now."

"Yeah," I nodded, putting a hand to my chest.

"Tired?" he smirked. I nodded, my eyes drooping at the thought of sleep. We had school tomorrow, so we needed to get sleep anyways. "Follow me."

He led me down the hall back to the master bedroom that we had visited earlier. I didn't even bother changing clothes, and climbed into the bed, wrapping the duvet around me. He laughed, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.

"Make yourself at home," he said sarcastically.

"I'm so tired," I wined.

"No it's fine," he reassured me. "I'll just take the smaller bedroom... with no bed..."

"You can sleep in here," I gave in to his obvious pleads.

He smiled, making his way over to the bed.

"On the floor,"

He frowned, pouting his lower lip like a child.

"Kidding," I surrendered. He searched through his dresser for a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and got changed behind the bathroom door. I had nearly fallen asleep when he returned, but I came back to my senses when I felt the other side of the bed sink slightly under the weight of another. 

I shivered a little, but my body grew warm from his body heat. 

"Goodnight," he whispered, clicking out the light. 

I lay there on my side, staring at the wall. A small smile crept to my lips when I thought about the kiss. My index finger traced my upper lip, remembering what it felt like with his pressed against it. I sat up a little in bed, to see his face. He had already fallen asleep, his brow twitching a little through his dreams. 

"Goodnight, Harry," I mumbled, laying back down on my back. My eyes rose to the ceiling, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Maisey... you hopeless romantic. You are so in love.

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