Dark Horse

Harry Styles, a well-known flirt, was a popular guy in school. He simply charmed his way through all four years and was never seen without a girl under his arm. Every girl would swoon at the sight of him, all but one. Stella was the new girl with a secret no one knew about. She was beautiful and made every girl envious of her. Every guy wanted to be with her, but she wasn't interested in any of them. It was only when his green eyes met her blue ones. Harry had fallen for her, but she would only push him away and he'd continue to be persistent. Yet, what he didn't know about were the secrets that lie behind closed doors.


2. One

4 years earlier...

Los Angeles. The city of many aspiring wannabe actors and actresses. I, for one, never aspired to be any of those. I hardly wasn't pretty enough to be a model either, or tall enough to begin with. "Welcome to our new home." My mom smiled and opened the door to our two bedroom apartment. We couldn't really afford a house to begin with.

We were constantly moving from city to city, only living in apartments. "Great." I muttered under my breath and entered the apartment. We were on the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street of Los Angeles traffic. From our balcony window, I could see more traffic on the highways. "Cheer up honey. You'll love it here." My mom smiled.

Of course my mom wanted to see me smile. To the best of my ability, I gave her a smile and she smoothed my hair. Probably a stray. I thought to myself and looked at my mom. "I know that ever since your father left-" I shook my head and tore away from my mom's gentle touches. My dad didn't leave because it was his choice.

My dad left because my mom cheated on him with another man, specifically his best friend. I wasn't really used to my mom and I being so close since my dad left us. "Dad didn't leave because he wanted to mom." I said, picking up my suitcase and picked one of the rooms as my bedroom. I closed the door, setting the suitcase near the foot of the bed and sat down.

Boxes were piled up in my room, each labeled to signify what goes where. I began opening the boxes and putting my clothes into the closet. Some of my clothes were put into the dresser. Sometimes I didn't want to unpack everything, knowing that we'd move again in six months time whenever my mom would find a new boyfriend.

I finished unpacking when my mom called for dinner. I set the picture of my dad and I on the nightstand. I miss you daddy. I thought silently and exited my room. I walked down the hallway, entering the small dining area and sat down at the table. The table was already set when I sat down. My mom and I ate in silence, hardly speaking to one another. I grew accustomed to the silence.

That monday was the first day of school. I was a senior and graduating in May. I was used to the whole ritual about being the new girl on campus. It wasn't a big deal really back when I was a freshman. This year was different because people wouldn't stop glancing at me every so often. I was pretty, but I don't think I was that beautiful.

I walked into the office and asked for my schedule. They handed me my schedule and I began to walk around the hallways. The bell rang and I found my first class. I entered and sat down in a seat near the middle of the room. I didn't want to sit in the front and I definitely didn't want to sit in the back.

It was weird to be stared at like I was from a different planet. It angered me that the other students were acting this way. I wanted to tell them to stop, but I dare didn't open my mouth. A boy entered the classroom and sat down in the desk to my right. He was cute, but I acted like I didn't acknowledge his existence.

"Hi." I heard him say. I looked over at him, getting familiarized with his features. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and a friendly smile. He had a slight build to him. Athletic, maybe? I asked myself before smiling at him. "Hi."

“I’m Liam Payne, but call me Liam.” he smiled. I liked that name. Liam. I introduced myself to him as ‘Stella’ and we began talking until the tardy bell rang. After class, Liam showed me the way to my next class. I was a little broken hearted that we weren’t going to be in the same class, but we agreed to meet at lunch.

“It was nice meeting you Stella.” He said, then walked off to his next class. I entered my second class of the day and sat down in another desk. The class dragged on for what felt like hours until the bell rang to signal that it was lunch.

When lunch came around, Liam was waiting for me outside of my classroom. “How was class?” he asked me with a smile. “Long.” I replied as we walked into the cafeteria together and sat down at an empty table. A blond haired boy walked over, greeting Liam.

"Niall, this is Stella. Stella, this is my best friend Niall.” Liam introduced Niall and I. Niall sat down at the table beside Liam. “Nice to meet you.” He had a thick Irish accent while Liam had a British one. Niall had the bluest of eyes I’ve ever seen. They were similar to what the ocean looked like. “I reckon you’re new here.” he smiled.

I nodded, “Yeah. I just moved here Saturday.” Both Niall and Liam were nice guys. They were much nicer than the one I had dealt with back home. I hardly didn’t want to think about him at all. While the three of us continued to talk, I saw a boy enter the cafeteria.

A girl was slung under his arm as he approached a table full of guys who were most likely to be his friends. He had brown curly hair and a charming smile. “Who’s he?” I asked and turned my attention to Niall and Liam.

“Oh him? He’s Harry Styles. He’s the popular guy in school and thinks he’s so cool because he gets all the ‘ladies.’” Niall scoffed, rolling his eyes. The girl he was with was beautiful. She had long dirty blond hair. I noticed that she was wearing a cheerleading outfit. Typical. Most guys go for cheerleaders.

“He’s not a guy I would want to mess with.” Liam said as he took a sip from his drink. I silently agreed in my mind and continued to eat my lunch. The bell signaling lunch had ended and the three of us stood up from the table. I had off-campus and I was sad that neither Liam or Niall had off-campus. I waved them goodbye as they head off to their class.

I had no way of getting home since my mom dropped me off this morning. I need a car. I thought to myself, but first, I had to get a job. I went outside and sat down on the front steps, then took out my phone. It was 12:15pm. My mom didn’t get off of work until 5pm. I sighed and put my phone back into my pocket. “A girl like you shouldn’t be all alone.” I heard a voice behind me, which startled me a bit. I stood up and turned as I met with a pair of green eyes. It was him - Harry Styles.

“What makes you think I’m alone?” I asked him. I hit myself mentally in the head. What a stupid question. You can do better than that. A smirk spread across his face as he descended the steps, slowly. “You’re waiting out here all by yourself.” He motioned with his hand at the empty space that envelops us.

I rolled my eyes and sat back down on the first step. “Do you need a ride?” he asked. I shook my head and told him that I was going to wait for my mom to pick me up. “Suit yourself.” He began to walk in the opposite direction as I bit my lip. I stood up and said, “Wait!” He stopped before the double doors and in a swift movement, faced me with a smile on his face. “What can I help you with?”

“I guess you can give me a ride.” I said. He descended the stairs and I follow him out to his car in the parking lot. Harry’s car was nothing like I would expect from a guy like him. It was a ’68 Blue Camaro. I thought he’d drive a sleek black sports car, but my assumptions were wrong. “It’s a friend of mines.” he said. “My car is at my house sitting in the garage.”

Well, that answers my question about where he got the damned car. I simply nodded and got in the passenger seat. He slid into the driver’s seat, starting the car. I told him the location of my apartment, but was surprised he didn’t ask for the directions on how to get there. He parked out front and I thanked him before getting out. I watched him drive down the street.

I entered the lobby and entered as the elevator doors opened. As soon as I stepped inside, an arm slipped through the doors just before they started to close. I looked to see that it was Harry. “We live on the same floor. What a pleasant surprise.” he smiled. I couldn’t say anything to him as we rode the elevator four floors.

The doors opened, stopping on the floor and we both stepped out. I walked down the hallway, only to hear foot steps behind me. Was he following me? I asked myself, but shook the thought out of my head. That’d be ridiculous. I checked behind me and yes, he was following me. I stopped in front of my apartment, unlocking the door. I saw that he lived in the apartment across the hall. “Nice to meet you… neighbor.” he smiled, then closed the door behind him after he entered the apartment.

Neighbor? Harry Styles and I… neighbors? I entered my apartment, closing the door and let out an exasperated sigh, sitting down on the couch. I set my bag down in my bedroom near my desk and decided to make myself lunch. I took out my phone and called my mom. When the voicemail answered, I left a message to tell her that I had gotten a ride home from school.

I hung up the phone and took out some left over lasagna we had from the night before. I put it in the microwave and turned on the TV when a knock came at my door. I stood up from the couch and went to answer the door. I wondered who it could be. I opened the door and to my surprise, Harry stood before me. “I just came to drop off your mail. The mail man put it in my box by accident.” He handed me a stack of mail as I took it from him. “Do I smell lasagna?”

The microwave beeped to signal the lasagna was heated. “Yeah, so?” I asked him while setting the stack of mail on the counter. He shrugged and said, “Well, see you at school tomorrow.” He went back into his apartment and closed the door behind him. I closed my door and went to take out the lasagna.

Around five-thirty, my mom came home and I had gone into my room to do my homework. “Who gave you a ride home?” My mom asked me. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask me who, but I knew that she would want me to be safe from kidnappers. “Some guy at school.” I replied.

“Is he nice?” she asked. Yes, my mom has a habit of being curious. I shrugged and told her that I don’t really know him that well. I added that I had made two new friends at the school. I told her that their names were Liam and Niall. She was glad that I was making new friends and adjusting to Los Angeles.

That evening, I took a quick shower and got dressed in my pajamas, then got into bed. I stared up at the ceiling and thought about Harry from across the hall. I shook my head of any thoughts of him and went to bed.

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