Best of Two

Samantha is jut an ordinary high school chick... until these british twins come in from the UK named Harry Styles and Marcel Styles.

Harry Styles was the popular. He was very athletic, and got into the football team (and sooner became the captain), outgoing, and very outgoing. Meanwhile, Marcel is the total opposite. Nerdy, quiet, and likes to keep to himself sometimes. With Harry's oscar-winning smile and luscious curly locks, and Marcel's gelled up hair with big squared polished glasses, it's obvious to know that Harry's the hot twin.

Next thing you know, every girl is eyeing Harry Styles and Samantha has also fallen for the british charm. Knowing all the girls have better chance, with him Samantha hatches a plan to get closer to Harry. She decides to be-friend Marcel.


7. Awkward One


"Harry." I say sternly to him. We were very early at school, due to some little football practice the coach set up. I told the coach today I decided to join. We were in the boy's locker room, just Harry and I. Everyone has already changed.

"Marcel, I'm serious." Harry replies o me, spraying a bit of cologne on him. "Marcel, I swear I'm not even fucking with you."

"Harry, it's Sam. So she made a lucky guess on your past and crap, it's like saying that you might as well start liking psychics.

"But she's not a psychic, Marcel! That's the thing."

"Harry, just because she got it right, doesn't mean you may start to have feelings for her."

"So what are you trying to advise, brother?"

"I'm just saying that maybe you think you like her because you haven't really had a girl to take the time and 'listen' to you, you know.. since when you and--"

"Let's not say her name shall we, please." Harry says, looking down to his feet, his eyes becoming shiny.

"Harry, come on it's been 3 years. Just--"

"Marcel, can we please stop talking about this."

Dead silence filled the room. I took off my contacts and put my glasses back on. I tossed and teased my curly brown locks for a bit, then I gelled it back up.

"So, the annual school science fair is coming up." Harry says to me, trying to drain the silence from the room.

"I heard." I answered. "What about it though?"

"I don't know, you're smart and there's a science fair so I thought you'd be interested."

"Hm, maybe. I don't know if I could do it by myself though. And I know you wouldn't help anyways."

"Ah, true that. You should ask Sam."

"Yeah... okay." I tell him.


"Sam, so how was Harry's place, hmm?" Desiree teased me. I blushed through her words. We were walking down Melvin High with our books, notebook, and pencils.

"It was fun, Harry's great at interviews." I said to her with a smile, leaving out what happened during it. 

"Oh really now? How great was he in this... interview?" She says with a wink.

"Oh, will you shut up! Nothing happened, I swear!" I said with a grin.


"He didn't seem interested." I lied.

"Speaking of the devil." She says nodding her head towards the direction of the end of the hall. I looked up to see Harry Styles, walking towards our direction.

There was something in the way how he did though. It felt like everything was blurry and in slow motion. how he blinked slowly, loooking directly at me in the eye with those sparking green orbs of his. Just walking calmly.

"Hey, Sam." He says to me, awkwardly smiling. Wait, awkwardly smiling? I've never seen him smile differently from his smirk. Until today, at this moment.

"Harry, hi." I replied to him with a smile.

"I-I'm sorry for last night by the way... that was really uncalled for, you told me to stop and--"

"Harry, it's okay. I understand okay. Don't let that ruin our relationship. We were already fine before, you didn't have to talk to me today."

"I know. But I wanted to."

The bell rang and Harry starts to walk faster.

"I'll see ya later." He says, before disappearing around the corner.

"He didn't seem innnterreessteddd." Desiree mimicked me. "Oh, and why did you tell him to 'stop' and WHAT DOES HE MEAN WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT AND WHAT RELATIONSHIP WHAT."

"Calm down, Des,"I say to her calmly. "Nothing happened umm...he kept squirting his apple juicebox at people and so I told him to stop but like, the juicebox accidentally slipped from his hands and idk it exploded on my lap."

She stared at me for a few moments,trying to understand and believe my story.

"And for relationship, I mean for the friendship-- just forget about it Desiree, it's stupid really." 

She laughed, then we went to our separate classes. I had Chemistry. Marcel. 

I could feel my body heating up. I was still quite shaken up from yesterday. I saw him stare at me as I take a seat beside him. 

"Hi." He says to me, with a small smile. 

"Hi." I reply blankly. 

"Look Sam--"

"Marcel, let's forget about it please?" I say to him. He stared at me for a while and slowly nodded.

"So, the science fair's coming up." He quickly changes the subject with a smile. " I was thinking if you want to be my partner--"

"I don't know." I quickly tell him. The smile on his face slowly faded.

"O-Oh, it's fine--"

"Sorry, I mean yeah, sure."

"You don't have to if you don't want to--"

"I said I'll be your partner."

An awkward tension came between us. Only silence. 

"Hello, class!" Mr. Lent said as he casually walks into the room. 

"Meet me in the parking lot after school, by my car." Marcel whispers into my ear. It left me with shivers how he said it. I slowly nodded my head. The whole class, Marcel and I never talked.

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