How To Break A Heartbreaker // l.t

When Liela Summers has her heart broken for the last time by Harry Styles, she transforms her image completely. Her demeanor and style is something that everyone envies. What happens when new kid, Luke Hemmings, makes his way into her life?

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2. Chapter 1.

I stand in the middle of the hall at school, watching as people scurry in all kinds of hurry as the bell rings. I laugh at their stupidity. They're actually going to class? What a joke!

As the bell finally rings, signaling that class has began, I laugh and walk my way towards the futbal field. As I am about to open the door, a hand is placed on mine over the handle. I turn around to look at the person who had stopped me. I sigh a sigh of relief, seeing that it is only Louis. My relief soon turns to anger.

"What do you want Louis?" I snap at him.

"You know what I want, babe," he says to me, winking.

I groan. "No, now go away."

I push past him and make my way towards the futbal field, only to soon be followed by Louis. "Liela! Hey Liela wait up!"

I groan as I hear the words roll off of his perfect mouth so beautifully. No, Liela, shut the fuck up. He just wants in your pants. Well, he is not going to get anywhere near.

I jump as I feel a hand land on my shoulder, turning me around to face them. "What the fuck do you want?" I scoff at him.

"Whoa, chill. I just wanted to talk to you," he says, his voice cracking from being... scared?

I laugh at him. "I know what you want, Louis, and that definitely is not it," I say, putting the emphasis on the word 'that'. I turn back around and walk to the bleachers beside the field. I walk my way up to the top and sit down, pulling out my iPod and placing the earbuds in my ears.

"If you're going to skip, you might as well do so. If not, leave me alone," I say before double-clicking on the playlist and playing it. I lean back against the back of the bleachers and rest my head against them. I place my sunglasses over my eyes and close them, thinking about how my life has been anything but easy. My parents are rich, so they buy me anything that I won't. However, they're rarely home, but when they are, they don't even notice my existence.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I think of how hard my life is. I don't attempt to wipe it away since I can feel Louis' eyes boring into me. I sigh. Today is going to be a long day.

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