Labels |Harry Styles | AU

Label- A small piece of paper, or similar material attached to an object and giving information about it. How incredibly ironic that that's exactly how people work, except without the physical label. You just automatically think that that's how the people are. How incredibly wrong most of them are, because a label on a person, could be deceiving.


1. 01. Alice

"Alice?" The tall, lanky teacher standing at the front of the classroom in the rainy London town called out in question as my head shot up from the white page with the precise, black pen marks of my sketchbook.

"Yes Mrs. Herondale?" I asked in as calm of a voice as I could, seeing as I wasn't paying a bit of attention to what she was teaching. Language Arts just wasn't my thing, so, as I usually did in this class, I resorted to getting lost in my thoughts and drawing whatever came into my mind at that time.

"Did you hear what I just said?" She asked in a condescending tone, clearly knowing the answer but deciding to ask anyway, just to see my embarrassment.

"No." I admitted after a moment of thought and glancing around the naked walls of the classroom to see if there was anything that I could use to guess the question she had asked.

"That's what I thought." She said snootily as she turned back around to face the worn out chalkboard.

Rolling my eyes at her attitude, I continued to tune her out and work on the drawing I had started in my worn out black leather sketchbook and waited for this class to end.

When it finally did end, I scooped up my textbook that I hadn't even bothered to open and my sketchbook and tucked them safely away in the tan messenger bag that hung over my shoulders and resided beside my left hip and left the classroom.

As soon as I entered the hall, however, my peace and quiet had ended, leaving me surrounded by a group of popular girls who chattered loudly at today's latest gossip. I, however, proceeded to tune most of what they were saying out, only speaking when spoken to.

"Isn't that ridiculous Alice?" Stacy inquired in her posh rich girl tone of voice, making her sound like a complete and utter, for lack of a better term, bitch. Which, in my opinion, she was.

At this point in time, you may be wondering why I was seen around these girls, and the answer to that is simple. When I was a freshman, new to this area of town, I was seen as something new and fresh, so Stacy and her minions recruited me. Could I have turned them down and became a Wallflower? Yes. Did I? No, because my stupid fifteen year old self was infatuated with the idea of being popular and known by everyone. Now I was stuck here, hating every single second of it.

As I wallowed in those thoughts and wishing I had half a mind to turn them down that day, I noticed we were coming up to a row of lockers, which were painted a tacky bright green color, as that was one of the schools colors, and standing in front of them, were a group of people who Stacy liked to call 'The Infinite Wallflowers'. They were people who no one ever really noticed or cared to even acknowledge, they simply just existed, and Stacy loved to pick on them for that reason alone.

"Well if it isn't the Wallflowers." Stacy said in a tone that suggested she was talking to someone who was below her. I honestly could not stand it, but there's not much I could do seeing as Stacy does as she pleases and doesn't give anything a second thought. If she wants to do or say something, she does it.

"Well if it isn't the Bitch Squad." A small blonde girl replied nastily as they formed a semi circle in front of the lockers. It almost looked as I they were hiding something, and Stacy noticed it as well.

"What are you hiding?" She asked and smirked, shoving the petite blonde out of the way as if she were nothing but a rag doll, exposing an even smaller girl with red hair who was crying her eyes out.

"Well well well, look what we have here," Stacy began, crossing her arms over her chest and giving the group that was obviously trying to help a friend out by hiding her a nasty smirk.

"Aw, is the little ginger upset about the B she made on a test? Or does it maybe have something with little ol' me and, oh I dunno, Cole Matthews?" She said, causing the petite red head to flinch slightly at the boys' name.

Cole Matthews was the schools player. He had a different girl everyday and every girl wanted to be the one to make him change his ways, which is why they fell for it every time, but they never succeeded. I'm guessing that the red headed girl was his last victim and she got cheated on with the worst person possible: Stacy.

As I came out of my thoughts on what happened, I caught the eyes of a tall boy with a head full of brunette curls and bright, emerald green eyes. Quickly turning my attention back to Stacy, who was still tormenting the poor girl, I opened my mouth and said something that, normally, I wouldn't have said.

"Stacy, haven't you done enough? Come on leave the girl alone." As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyes widened slightly, but after the initial shock was over, they returned to normal. I don't know what possessed me to say that to Stacy, but I did and I didn't know if it was the boys' green irises begging me to do something silently or the fact that I had always hated it when she did stuff like this and I just snapped, or both.

"What did you just say?" She asked, nostrils flaring and emphasizing every word in anger.

"You heard me." I said boldly, still not quite sure where the sudden courage came from, but ultimately not caring. Upon hearing my answer, Stacy let out an angry huff and stomped away, the other girls following close behind her. I, however, turned my attention to the still crying girl in front of me and bent down, lightly touching her arm and saying a genuine 'I'm sorry', causing her to look at me in a confused manner.

"W-why would you be sorry? You guys are never sorry." She stuttered due to the deterioration of her voice by the force of her tears.

"Not every one in the Bitch Squad is a bitch. And Stacy is a bitch, don't ever listen to anything she tells you, because it's not true." I told her, honesty dripping from every word that came out of my mouth, causing the girl to dry some of her tears and give me a tiny smile.

"What's your name?" She asked, shocking me slightly as most people knew it by now due to my affiliation with Stacy.

"Alice." I said, giving her a half smile as I got up and grabbed my bag off the floor. It must've slipped off my shoulder when I bent down to talk to her.

"Cheyenne." She said, getting up as well. She looked a lot more confident than she had before and for that I was happy.

"Well, Cheyenne, I hope you and your friends have a great rest of the day." I said as I turned around to leave, yet again catching the eyes of the green eyed boy.

"Thank you." She said and I had a funny feeling that she didn't just mean that for the good wishes.

Nodding slightly with a small smile, I continue down the hallway to my next, and final class of the day.


Hey guys! Thanks for reading this! I wrote all of it on my iPhone so I apologize if there are anyone mistakes.

I hope you enjoyed it! I really am excited to write this one! It'll be my first AU (published anyway) and if hope it meets your standards! Anyway, please vote and comment as I want to know I you liked it and what you think!

P.S. To those of you who read my last broadcast, I lied. I uploaded it now instead of tomorrow! Who knows, maybe there will be a chapter two tomorrow!

Well, bedtime for me, I go back to school in the morning! Break is officially over! •sad face• Have a great day/night everyone!

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