If You Only Knew [1D not famous]

Harry Styles and Stella Willow were the cutest couple at Roseville Prep. That is, until Harry ended the seemingly perfect relationship to be with Stella's best friend. No one knew how Stella's life really was at home, not even Harry, and this made it worse. Feeling crushed and alone, Stella doesn't know what to do, and she begins to cut again, even attempting suicide. Until someone else arrives... someone who can distract her from her troubles, make her smile again, and maybe something more? But what happens when Harry realizes that he wants Stella back?


2. Two

Harry's POV

After I left Stella's house, my phone rang again. I sighed, knowing who it was. Amber. Stella's best friend. 

If you're wondering why she kept calling me, well, I shouldn't have to spell it out for you. I'm having an affair with Amber, and obviously Stella has no idea. To be honest, I'm quite bored with our relationship. At first I really liked Stella; actually I loved her. But then when she told me her stepmom abused her, I felt like she was venting to me like I was her therapist or something. I mean, I was worried about her, and I meant it when I said I didn't want anyone to hurt her. But I couldn't deal with the pressure anymore. Everyone calls us "the cutest couple" but I just don't see it. I'd much rather be with Amber.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket as I drove back to my flat. "Hello?"

"Hey, babe," Amber's sexy voice purred. I could practically see her twirling her auburn hair as she sat on her bed, looking through her eyelashes seductively. This was the part of Amber that Stella didn't see, even though they'd been friends for years. "Have you broken up with Stella yet?"

I didn't want to tell her the truth. I had meant to break up with her today, but after kissing her, I didn't know what to think. "Not yet," I confessed. 

"Awww, but Harry, you promised!" Stella whined. God, she was so sexy. "I hate that bitch anyway."

"Then why are you friends with her?" I asked.

She sighed. "It's a long story. But anyway... can you please break up with her? For me?" 

"Of course, love," I soothed.

She drew in a breath. "Oh, Hazza, you make me want to do bad things to you," she giggled into the phone.

I was getting kind of turned on by this. "Like what?" I asked.

"Come over tonight and I'll show you?" she suggested. 

I licked my lips. "What time?"

"How about nine?"

"Sounds good. You're just so hot I can't help myself."

"Oh, Harry..." 

I couldn't wait.


*The next day*

*Stella's POV*

Light flowed through my bedroom window and spilled across my pillow, causing my eyes to flutter open. I groaned and covered my face with my pillow, not wanting to get up and go to school. At least it was my last year of high school. That made me feel a bit better. 

I rolled over to check the time and snooze my alarm clock. It was 7:00. I had 20 minutes to shower and get dressed and ready. Even though all I wanted to do was flop back onto my pillow and sleep, I knew I couldn't. Besides, I'd see Harry today.

I got up out of bed and walked over to my bathroom, stripping off my pajamas and hopping in, letting the warm water flow down on me. I winced; although they had healed, the cuts were still fresh and they stung a little. The bruises where my stepmom hit me were still a little tender too. 

After I was done, I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel, walking over to my closet. I had no idea what to wear today. I had a lot of clothes since my stepmom bought me a lot of stuff, but obviously money doesn't equal love. It was obvious she hated me. I decided on a sheer black tank top with a big gold cross sign on it, faded and ripped high waisted shorts, and my favorite pair of vans. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and curled the ends, and applied mascara and cat-eye style eyeliner. As usual, I caked on foundation to cover up the cuts on my arms and the bruises on my legs. 

After I was done, I grabbed my bag and raced downstairs. My stepmom was in the kitchen on her laptop, sipping a cup of coffee. I tensed when I saw her, but tried not to let it show. I really hated that woman. She smirked and gave me the once-over as I walked in. 

"Hey, bitch, any particular reason you look like a slut today?" she asked as I made my way to the counter to pour some cereal. My stepmom was twenty-nine years old, but she acted like she was the same age as me. With my back facing her, I grit my teeth and tried to ignore her. She laughed when I said nothing, knowing I'd heard her. 

"Is it maybe because of your yummy boyfriend that came over yesterday?" she taunted. I whirled around. "Want to impress him? How much do you charge to get him to have sex with you?" she smirked when she saw my eyes widen.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I snapped, suddenly breaking. I couldn't take this anymore. Her eyes flashed and in an instant she got up, striding right over to me and slapping me in the face. Hard. It stung, and it almost triggered tears to my eyes. I didn't know if I'd have a bruise or not.

She laughed evilly. "My problem? My problem is that I have to deal with you. I wish you'd just die like your father, maybe kill yourself. That way I can finally live in peace." 

I sucked in a breath. That stung, but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Instead I smiled sweetly, and without any hesitation, I punched her in the stomach just as hard as she'd slapped me. 

She immediately doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain. She glared up at me, the hatred so clear in her eyes. "Bitch," she rasped, holding onto the counter for support.

I smirked. "That's what you get," I said simply, and without any regrets, I grabbed my bag and walked out of there, slamming the door behind me. I was going to get hell for this when I got home, but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. 



When I got to school, I stopped at my locker, keeping my eyes peeled for Harry. Usually he'd come up from behind me and cover my eyes with his hands, playing the "guess who" game. It was stupid, but it was our little game, and I loved it. He was so cute. I'd always make up sarcastic answers, like "The Easter Bunny" or "Miley Cyrus" and he'd always laugh. It was just something that we'd been doing the whole two years we'd been together. 

But today no one came up behind me, which was strange. My other best friend, Harmony, did greet me though. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun and she wore very little makeup as usual.

"Hey girl," she said softly, coming up to give me a hug. I tensed a little bit; I had trust issues and a thing with people touching me. I never wanted to admit it; Harry was the only person that knew about what happened with my stepmom. 

"Hey," I said, quickly pulling away. Harmony smiled at me sort of sadly, which I found strange. Usually she was more energetic. "What's up? How was your weekend?" 

Harmony tilted her head, looking into my eyes. "I don't think we should be talking about me here," she said kindly. I squinted in confusion, slamming my locker shut and leaning against it, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

Harmony sighed. "You don't have to play dumb with me, Stella. I'm your best friend." 

I shook my head, letting a few stray curls fall from my ponytail. I laughed humorlessly, still not getting it. "Am I missing something?" 

She opened her mouth and then closed it. Then, without warning, she threw her arms around me. I tensed once more, and finally I pushed her off of me.

"Have you ever heard the concept of personal space?" I said, half jokingly. She just looked at me and shook her head.

"Guys are jerks," she said, touching my arm once more. "And to be honest, I'd be in denial too. I can't believe Amber would just betray you like that!"

I narrowed my eyes and frowned. "Wait, what?"

Her eyes widened and understanding flashed across her face. She bit her lip. "Oh... you don't know, do you?"

Suspicion rose in me, as well as fear. "What the fuck are you talking about, Harmony?" I demanded. "What don't I know?"

"Um..." Harmony squirmed a little, her cheeks growing red as she stared at her feet.

"You know what, whatever," I said, suddenly feeling uneasy, like I was missing something bad that I really needed to know. I took a breath and started to walk down the hall to homeroom. She was right at my heels like an eager little puppy, even though her homeroom was completely different from me.

Once I'd regained my composure, I asked, "What do you mean, guys suck? And why on earth would Amber betray me?" 

"Well-" she began, but I was interrupted by a group of girls I barely knew walking down the hall.

"Oh my God," one of them said to me. "You and Harry broke up? I am sooo sorry. You guys were the cutest couple!" 

My heart started to race in my chest, and my palms began to sweat. "We didn't break up," I stammered; my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. 

The other girls glanced at each other; a few of them snickered. "Tell that to Amber Johansen then," another girl said. "Because I swear, she's like, all over him." 

Something clicked into place in my mind them. Amber calling Harry's phone last night... the nervous look flashing across his face ... and today, what Harmony had begun to tell me.

Was it possible that Harry was... cheating on me?

With Amber? 

My best friend?

"Have you seen Harry?" I asked the girls with a shaking voice. 

"He's out on the quad," someone answered. I had barely managed a nod before I raced down the stairs and around the corner down the hallways, running as fast as I could. I pushed people aside, just wanting to get to my destination.

"Stella! Wait up!" Harmony called.

Please don't make this be true. Harry's the only one I have left...

I burst through the doors leading to the quad outside. I scanned the area for Harry's curly hair and unmistakable smile, and at first I couldn't find him. But then I saw someone with his back turned to me, a couple yards away.

I smiled, satisfied. I knew he hadn't been cheating on me. Those girls were either just trying to mess with me or didn't have a fucking clue about what was going on. I ran up to him, about to cover his eyes with my hands, playing the guess who game, when I noticed something that broke my heart.

Harry wasn't alone.

He was with my best friend Amber, in fact. 

And they were making out.

My heart dropped to my shoes. Harry was kissing her like he needed it to survive. She had her hands tangled in his hair, and Harry's hands were going everywhere on her. The kiss was full of fiery passion, and I couldn't breathe. 

I let out a little squeak, and they immediately stopped, turning around to look at me. My hands were balled up in fists and tears blurred my vision. I couldn't believe he'd do this to me.

"What... what is this?" I gasped incredulously. 

Amber and Harry exchanged glances. Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking uncomfortable. I glared at him as he said, "Stella... I meant to tell you last night...," 

"You never did," I spat. "I can't believe you'd do this to me! Both of you! How could you?" The tears spilled over and I quickly wiped them away. "How long has this been going on?"

"A couple months," Amber admitted, smirking at me. My mouth dropped open. 

"You bitch!" I screamed. "I thought you were my friend!" 

Amber put her hands on her hips. "Thought," she corrected with a glint in her eye. 

It took all my strength not to punch her in the face. Tears streaming down my face, I turned to Harry. "And YOU! You're nothing but a lying, cheating dog. I thought you'd always be there for me. I guess not. You're just what they say you are, you know that, Harry? You're a nasty player. All you wanted was to get in my pants, and when that didn't work, you got bored and turned to this slut." 

"Okay," Harry said calmly. I blinked at him, amazed. That was all he was going to say? He didn't even feel guilty?

Okay. Well, two could play at that game. 

I smiled at him sweetly, the same way I'd smiled at my stepmom, and without any warning I lifted my knee and kicked him right in the balls. Pain contorted his face, and he doubled over, letting a squeak escape his lips. 

"BITCH!" Amber yelled, getting up in my face. "He's mine! Just go die in a hole, Stella. No one wants you. Not even me. I was just pretending to be your friend, all these years."

She took me by the shoulders and pushed me down onto the ground. Tears of betrayal stung my eyes, but I swiped them away and got up and punched her right in the face.

She swung her fist at me, but I ducked and punched her right in the stomach.

A crowd had gathered, but I wasn't paying attention to that.

She doubled over, but quickly regained her composure and punched me on the side of the head. My vision blurred and I was suddenly dizzy. I shook it off and glared at her as a few teachers came to break the fight up. I had a bruise on the side of my face and my nose was bloody. Amber looked even worse, her perfect face not so perfect anymore. 

"GO DIE!!!" Amber cried. I glanced over at Harry. He was still crouched over in pain, and when our eyes met, he glared at me and then looked away. My bottom lip quivered and I felt the tears stream down my face. I was worthless. Everyone had abandoned me. 

I let out a sob and then turned on my heel, running out of that place for all I was worth. I just wanted to die.

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