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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1. Who? Where?

Harry's POV

"Sorry, Harry," Paul's clapped a hand onto my shoulder. "You're going to have to go and finish your education."

"But I'm already nineteen!" I countered, angrily. "I can't go back to highschool."

"You can," he said firmly. "And you will." With that, he walked out the door. 

"Sorry, mate," Liam frowned. His eyes showed great concern, which I appreciated. "But you've got to do what you've got to do."

I bit my lip in frustration, trying to figure out how all of it was going to work out. With the band working on our new album, and the boys planning a private vacation to the Bahamas... How could I miss out!?

"Li, I don't know what to do," I ran a hand through my dark, curly hair.

"Go back to school," he said simply. "It's the only thing to do. You heard Paul... He said that you need to finish your education while you're young!"

"Uggghhhh," I groaned, plopping down on a studio chair. It was going to be so hard to be normal at public high school, especially with all of the fangirls. No one would ever treat me... normal. 

"Oh, yeah," Paul poked his head in. "You start in a week."

* * *

The first day at my new high school was hectic: trying to find all of my classes, shaking off the endless amount of girls that simply wouldn't leave me alone. I felt bad, because usually I'd interact with my fans more, but it was getting extremely annoying. 

"Alright, and here is your physics class," my student guide, Tony, led me to a room at the end of the school corridor. "Last period of the day. Way to hang in there." He gave me a pat on the back and walked away. 

As I walked into the classroom, everyone stared at me intensely. I avoided eye contact as much as possible.

"Harry, Harry!" a girl voice rang out, shrill in the quiet classroom. "Sit over here!!" I gave her a little smile, but turned to the teacher to introduce myself.

"I'm Har--,"

"Harry," the middle-aged man with dark, graying hair and kind eyes shook my hand. "We all know." He gave a hearty chuckle, the class nervously joining in. A few girls in the back sighed dreamily, heads propped up by their shaking hands. It all made me so uncomfortable, though I should be used to it.

"I'm Mr. Wulf," he handed me a textbook with a smile. "Have a seat by the young lady in the red, please." He gestured over to a table towards the back of the room. As I sat down, the fangirls gasped, putting their hands to their chests.

"Oh, Harry!" one chirped. "You don't want to sit next to Maisey, do you?" She glared, disgusted at the girl sitting next to me. I didn't want to draw any attention to her, so I glanced a little at my neighbor. She shyly looked down at her paper, writing something feverishly. I noticed her face flush bright red at what the fangirl had said. She was pretty in a way that I couldn't describe. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, bringing out the light freckles that sprinkled her cheeks. Her nervous, blue eyes shone with what looked like tears, but I wasn't sure. 

"I'm good," I smiled at the fangirl, trying to act as normal as possible. 

"Okay, class," Mr. Wulf raised his hands to get everyone's attention. "Turn to page 254 in your textbooks, please."

He began reading a paragraph out of the book; I glanced around confused. Scanning the page, I wasn't able to find the paragraph. Suddenly, a small hand touched the book in front of me, pointed at a section of text.

"It's here," Maisey said in a hushed tone, slinking away nervously at my expression (which I'm pretty sure looked pretty surprised).

"T-thank you," I managed a smile. I never found it hard to talk to girls... Usually I was rather outgoing. But something about Maisey made me quieter; almost a different guy. She gave me a slight nod, turning back to her book. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see the fangirls staring at me intently at the table next to ours. Just ignore them, Harry.

* * *

The bell for dismissal rang, and immediately the rest of the students bolted out of the classroom. 

"Have a good day," Mr. Wulf waved off the students as they hurriedly bustled past his desk. Maisey shot from her seat, moving feverishly out the door, as if embarrassed to even be in the classroom. I felt like I had to say something to her... I couldn't really see why the fangirl had made a big deal about me sitting next to her. She seemed like a genuinely nice person.

"Maisey, wait," I finally conjured up the courage to talk to her. "That is your name, right?"

She froze in her tracks, slowly turning her head to look over her shoulder at me, giving a slight nod.

"I'm Harry," I smiled. Use the dimples, Harry! The dimples! She turned back around, continuing walking down the corridor as if I didn't exist. Not knowing what to do, I chased after her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She winced at my hand touching her, flinching away from the almost weightless pressure I'd put on her.

"Where are you going?" I frowned.

"Home," she shrugged off my hand, her eyes looked me up and down, as if scanning me.

"Oh," I had no idea what else to say. "See you tomorrow in physics?" Dammit, Harry. Could you be any more awkward?

She gave all but another slight nod, managing a small smile. Well, it was the first time I'd seen her smile, though she wasn't showing her teeth. For some reason, I just felt like I needed to talk to her... To see what the fangirl meant by "You don't want to sit next to Maisey, do you?" 

Honestly, I couldn't see what was wrong.

 

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