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.

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2. 02.Harry

~~"Harry? Mate are you all right?" My best mate, Louis asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I must've zoned out again, thinking about Alice, the one and only girl, besides the Wallflowers, to ever stand up to Stacy. And to be a part of her group as well was unheard of.

"Yeah I'm fine Louis." I said giving him a small smile to reassure my gray eyed friend who simply nodded and let the conversation drop, knowing me well enough to know that if I wanted to talk about what I was thinking of, I would.

"What do you all think of that girl Alice?" Cheyenne asked, still thinking of the girl who diverted Stacy away from her. Not only that but she helped Cheyenne to feel better about it. And for that we were all thankful.

Cheyenne is a lot more sensitive than people may think. The petite red head was always worried about what people thought, even though she rarely showed it. Cheyenne always appeared strong and bulletproof, but no one actually is. We, the Wallflowers, were the only ones who could see through the wall she puts up, much to her dismay.

"Who's Alice?" Louis and Lissa asked simultaneously, just now getting to us since their class was on the other side of the school. They have also been dating since freshman year and haven't broken up since.

"Alice is a part of Stacy's group. We all know they are a bunch of bitches." Niall said with distaste, clearly not fond of any of Stacy's group of minions. None of us were actually fond of them seeing as they made out lives a living hell since we came to this school, but there was something about Alice that seemed different from the typical popular girl stereotype. She seemed nice and genuine, someone who doesn't put up with people putting others down.

"Alice is different. Why else would she have done what she did?" Cheyenne asked Niall, trying to get through his stubbornness and let him see that Alice really isn't a bad person.

"To get us to trust her and then attack us later." Niall said in a tone that indicated the reason was obvious. Niall is a happy person all the time, unless you mess with the people he cares about and then he gets defensive and cold, much like he is now.

"Can someone explain this to me?" Louis asked as Niall and Cheyenne quieted their bickering to looks of stubbornness and anger instead, shooting daggers at one another with their eyes.

Sighing quietly, I turned to look at a confused Louis, who nodded for me to start explaining. And I did. I told him about what happened with Cole and Cheyenne causing her to cry, Stacy's words and utter bitchiness, as usual, but most of all, I explained how Alice stood up to Stacy for someone she didn't even know and then going as far as apologizing and saying that Stacy was wrong and to not listen to anything she says. Because she was wrong. Once I was done Louis and Lissa both had a look of shock on their face that was quickly replaced by appreciation towards Alice.

"So this girl, Alice, is a part of Stacy's group, but stood against Stacy herself for Cheyenne?" Louis asked, still slightly shocked because nothing like this ever happened. Everyone always looked the other way and let Stacy do what she pleased. Until now. I simply nodded at his question, causing a few of my unruly curls to fall in my face and I pushed them back in aggravation just as Louis started to speak.

"Seems it me that this girl has a good sense of right and wrong. She seems nice and genuine." Louis said, mimicking my thoughts from earlier, causing me to nod and glance at Niall who angrily huffs and crosses his arms across his chest.

"Speaking of Alice," Lissa said as we all turned just in time to see Alice come around the corner and head to the row of lockers across from where we were standing. She then began to fumble with the lock on it, propping the stack of textbooks and binders she was carrying on her knee. As she continued to unlock her locker, the stack of books started teetering and soon it fell, scattering all her papers and pens all over the floor, a pack of colored drawing pencils landing at my feet. Bending to pick them up, I started to walk towards Alice, who groaned and bent down to start picking up the scattered mass of papers. Without a second thought, I automatically bent down and helped her pick them up as well, deciding it would be polite as well as give me an excuse to talk to her again.

"Why did you do it Alice?" I suddenly asked, not knowing where exactly the question had come from but shortly realizing it had been on my mind subconsciously since the whole ordeal had taken place.

"I knew you were going to ask that eventually," Alice mumbled, sighing quietly before speaking again. "Well, for starters, I became a part of Stacy's group freshman year. My fifteen year old self was infatuated with the idea of being popular. But as years passed, Stacy became meaner and I realized that that's not what I wanted. I didn't want to be mean and degrading to people because that's just not who I am. And I guess I've been trying to find a way to stand up to her and seeing her act that way to Cheyenne just made me snap." Alice said, shoving a bunch of papers into her tan messengers bag, glancig up at me when she was done.

"I'm glad you did." I told her honestly, causing her to look at me with a smile on her face, her cheeks slightly pink. It also gave me full view of her face, causing me to notice things I didn't from farther away. Like the light sprinkling of freckles along her cheekbones and nose, her full pink lips that had a slight indention in the middle of her lower lip, her beatiful porcelin skin that had virtually no breakouts whatsoever, her long dark hair that reminded me of the ink in a pen, and finally, her amazing eyes. They were a uniques color that I hadn't ever seen before. At first glance they were a dark brown color like coffee that was framed by dark thick lashes, but if you took a closer look, they had gold flecks thrown in there as well, reminding me of honey and sunlight. They were gorgeous and I found myself staring at them for longer than neccesary. Glancing quickly, I heard her laugh quietly and stand up, me following a second later to where we were both standing up and she was switching out the books she did and didn't need for homework tonight when I noticed a worn, black sketchbook and the colored drawing pencils I originally had in my hand. Bending to pick them up, I handed them to Alice who thanked me and put it in her bag as well. She then shut her locker and turned her attention back to me.

"Well, Harry, I guess I'll see you around." She said, started to turn away to walk to the parking lot.

"Wait! Will I see you again?" I blurted, almost wanting to hit myself for how desperate I sounded.

"I'm sure we will see eachother very soon." She said, smiling widely and walked down the hallway and out of my view, Louis smacking the back of my head to get my attention so we could leave. I was never going to hear the end of this one.

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