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.


7. Six

Winter break had gone by in a flash and the gang was back together. April gushed about San Francisco with Niall and Liam adding a few favorite moments about the trip in between. I could tell that the three of them had a lot of fun. 

Lauren didn't go through on going with them to San Francisco. I heard from the other students at school that Harry had broken up with her and that she was too depressed to join. I figured Harry and Lauren wouldn't last that long, even if they've only been dating for two-and-a-half months.

Harry hadn't dated another girl since the break up. "I'm worried about Lauren." April said. "She hasn't been showing up to any of our practices at all. She and Harry broke up two weeks ago. Why is she making it a big deal?"

Harry entered the cafeteria and we made immediate eye contact, but he went to sit with his friends. Harry and I haven't spoken since that friday before winter break. "Are you sending each other mixed signals or what?" Liam asked me.

"I don't think they are." Niall said.

"I agree." April and Niall were now dating. I could honestly say that they were a cute couple, much cuter than when April had been dating Harry. "I don't know what it is either." I lied. I didn't want them finding out about my new discovery. Harry and I had feelings for each other.

Though, Harry made it apparent while I kept it to myself. I remember the aftermath of that night. My mom had come home from her date to find me eating out of the ice cream tub. I simply replied that I had a craving for mint chocolate ice cream, but then later confessed that it was boy trouble.

"Honey, I'm sorry but we can't move until after your school ends." My mom smoothed my hair as I sighed and continued to eat out of the ice cream tub. Zayn and I were officially broken up.

"We can go out for dinner." She suggested and I placed the tub on table. I stood up and walked to my room. I slammed the door behind me and fell onto my bed. It was that very moment that I promised myself I would never show any guy I was weak, and that I was going to be strong.

I wasn't going to let any guy date me because of the fact they wanted to get into my pants. I wasn't going to let that happen, never again.

I lived by that promise for almost a year. Liam could see behind my lies, but he didn't confront me about it. Lunch ended and we parted ways. I walked to the entrance, but heard my name being called out.

I turned and saw that Lauren had jogged to catch up to me. "Hey Stella, can I talk to you?" she asked me. Lauren and I haven't been exactly close since the day we first met. I nodded and followed her outside.

We sat down on the bench. "I just want to talk to you because I'm curious about what you and Harry have been up to lately." she said.

"We haven't been talking at all Lauren." I told her. "I'm just not interested in him."

"Oh, good. Just continue to do what you're doing and stay away from him." With that being said, she stood up and walked back into the building. That was… odd. If Harry and Lauren broke up, why would she want me to stay away from him?

I shook the thought out of my head and waited patiently on the bench. Fifteen minutes slowly ticked by when I saw the blue Camaro park in the lot. A tall guy with brown hair stepped out of the car and walked up to the school entrance.

"I'm looking for someone named Stella." The guy said. His brown hair was side-swept across his forehead and he had the bluest of eyes, similar to the ocean. "I'm Stella." I said after a minute of silence. "Come with me." he said.

"I don't know you." I told him. The guy rolled his eyes and picked me up as he threw me over his shoulder. I yelped as I was heaved onto his shoulder. He slung my bag over the other shoulder and carried me out to his car. "Put me down!" I pounded against his back, but obviously, he didn't.

Finally he set me down near the Camaro and put my bag into the back seat. "Get in." He ordered and I nodded, then got in. I wasn't sure how Harry was going to feel about this. I buckled myself in as he started the car.

"Who are you?" I asked him. We were driving to an unknown place to a part of the city I didn't recognize. "Louis Tomlinson, a friend of Harry's." he said. I glanced over at Louis and admired his features from the passenger seat.

He had a strong jawline and tattoos were lined up his right arm. What was it with guys and tattoos? "They're not all meaningful." He said aloud, quickly glancing at me and then focused his eyes on the highway.

"What?" I asked.

"The tattoos. They don't all mean something." Was he capable of reading my mind too? I swear, I should stop being curious. He stopped the car in front of a house. He got out of the car and I grabbed my bag from the back seat. I followed him towards the house.

It was a beautiful house. Two-story with a few large glass windows outlining the exterior of the house. The entire room was spacious. To my right was the living room and on my left was the bathroom. There was a staircase leading to the second floor where I assumed most of the rooms were.

Louis showed me every part of the whole house. I barely knew this guy and he was already giving me a tour. "This is the garage." He opened the door and I saw Harry's Aston Martin sitting inside. There was a covered car beside it and that made me curious as to who owned that car.

"Would you like anything to drink?" He asked and entered the kitchen. I followed him and sat down on the barstool. "I'm fine, thank you." I turned my head to see pictures plastered on the fridge. I recognized Harry in a few of them, but then one caught my eye.

"Who's that guy in the picture with you?" I asked and motioned to the one near the handle. Louis poured himself a cup of coffee and took a quick sip. He picked up the picture and looked at it, then set it in front of me. "Zayn Malik. I met him at a night club in New York a few months ago." he replied. Zayn Malik. The name hit me hard and the image of him began to slowly process in my mind.

"You are nothing but a worthless bitch." A slap came across my face as the tears streamed from eyes, and fell onto the carpeted floor. It was prom night. Zayn and I had been dancing together, but he walked away for only a few minutes to see me with another guy.

The other guy and I were only friends, but Zayn believed that it was more than that. "You are mine, and no one else's." His hand was wrapped around my neck as I nodded. He cautiously looked in both directions before he pulled away and entered the room where prom was being held.

I coughed while the tears continued roll down my cheeks. I wiped my tears away and went back into the room.

This picture was recent then. I picked up the picture to see that Zayn's features hadn't changed much, except for a bit of stubble showing. He still had the same brown eyes, jet black hair, and deceiving smile. 

I handed Louis the picture and he put it back on the fridge. "Have you talked to him lately?" It came out more quiet than I had expected and cleared my throat again. "Have you seen him recently?"

"Yeah, I was in San Francisco with him." I swallowed, just thinking about April's invitation. If I had decided to go to San Francisco, I would've run into him. Louis directed me towards the bathroom when I asked where it was.

"Louis! Louis Tomlinson!" I heard the front door slam as I emerged from the bathroom. "You were supposed to pick me up. You know I forgot my car." 

"Sorry mate." Louis shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, then turned his back away from the guy. "Sorry… mate? What happened to 'I'll pick you up Zayn'?" I heard the other guy say.

Emerging from the hallway, the other guy had picked up a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee. When he turned towards my direction- "Stella?" The mug fell from his hand and onto the floor.

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