This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.


2. Bus Stop

Harry's P.O.V

It's Monday morning right now. Sorry that I didn't write yesterday. I've been busy unpacking and trying to get used to this time zone. It's 6 a.m in Orlando, but it's 1 a.m in England. I'm so tired, but I have to get ready for my new high school.

To wake myself up a little, I took a long hot shower. For a majority of the time I just stood there thinking and asking myself questions. Why did my mum leave this time? Why didn't she say bye to me? Why isn't my dad answering these questions?And most importantly, why did we have to move to a different country? I quickly washed my hair before brushing my teeth. I never really cared for my hair, but the girls in my school did.

In my school. I loved my high school and I still do. It's probably the best school ever. This is gonna sound weird, but my school felt like a huge family. Everyone liked coming to school in my school. If you hated school you were weird. The kids, my friends,  and even the teachers were just so nice. My first day there I was just confused. I eventually ended up being the popular guy in school that always had someone to talk to, that guy that everyone liked, and that guy that every girl dreamed to go out with, but I chose to just stay single all the time.What will I do if I end up being a loner?

I can't afford to think like that. I put on my favorite outfit to make a good first impression. My lucky white v-necked t-shirt, a black blazer with a white button and white trim, black skinny jeans, and white Converse with black shoelaces. I dress like I'm about to go on the red carpet almost all the time, but I'm just trying to make a good first impression for today. That's just one of the many traits that I inherit from my dad. I looked at myself in the mirror and practiced my smile.My father knocked on the door.

"Come in," I said, messing up my hair a little as my father walked in the room.

"The girls are gonna love you, Harry,'"he said, also wearing his favorite tuxedo,"Even more than the girls back home."

"Same with you dad," I said looking him in the eyes.

He began to read them, just like a book. He did the same thing that I did on Saturday night to him.

'OK,Harry," he said, knowing that I wanted answers,"England reminds me of your mum too much and so do you. You look just like her with that curly, brown hair of your's and those crystal blue eyes. And the list goes on. I just didn't want to be there and I got a job offer here that gives me bigger pay checks."

I get the blue eye color from my mum, but the crystal part came from my dad. He has bright green eyes. I got the curls from my mum and the color from my dad. Dimples from my mum. Personality is all dad. He had a really high position in his last job, therefore he has a lot of money. This is gonna sound creepy, but my dad's a pretty good looking man.He kinda looks like Robin Thicke, but just a little different.

"I got this for your mom before I came home on Saturday. I never got the chance to even try to give it to her," he said handing me a black rectangular box from Kay jewelers.

I opened it and inside was a necklace with a pink, diamond heart on the end and a bracelet with several little diamond hearts that were pink and purple, my mum's favorite colors. I grinned and looked back up at my dad.

"Yes, you can keep them. Open the heart on the necklace," he said , pointing at the necklace, excitedly while smiling.

I opened it and it said Ashley with a heart around it. This must have cost a fortune. You could feed like a thousand kids instead of buying this jewelry.

"How much did it cost," I said, still looking at the heart.

"I don't even know. I just swiped my credit card. I didn't really care how much it cost."

Like I said, my dad has a great job. He was able to buy this huge house, luxury plane tickets, and that jewelry all in one weekend. It seems to good to be true.

"Well, thanks for the new jewelry, dad," I said as he put it on before I gathered my things to leave,"I have to go now."

When I had all my stuff, I stopped at the front door and did the handshake that my father and I made up with him. After I closed the front door, I remembered that I forgot my key. Before I could ring the door bell, my father opened the door, holding my key. We both smiled as I took the key out of his hand. 

"Later, dad!"

"Later, Harry.. Oh and by the way, you are a foreign exchange student," he said, before closing the door.

"Thanks for telling me now," I mumbled to myself sarcastically.

I walked up the hill to the bus top while putting on some music and putting on my bracelet. It's time to start my new life, in a new school, with new people, and in a new country . Wow, that was deep.

When I finally made it to the bus stop, everyone was getting a peak at the new kid. It sent a pain to my stomach to know that the new kid is me. I scanned every face at the bus stop, but there's this one face that is catching my eye.

She was gorgeous. She had long, dark brown, and curly hair that ended a few inches below her shoulder. Her hazel eyes just agreed with her hair sending the warmest message that she was a sweet, shy, and scared girl. She was scared to fall in love. She was scared that she would get hurt. Her smile was the best though. It stopped me in my tracks, defenseless. The best part about this smile was that it made her cheeks red. We were both looking at each other.And by the looks of her face, my cheeks were bright red ,too. She looked me up and down and quickly turned around. I never believed in it until' now and that is love at first sight. And man was it powerful.

Jasmine's P.O.V

He was perfect. As he walked up the hill, the first thing I saw was those eyes. He was looking at every other face, but mine until' he finally stopped. The weird part is was that he was standing right in the middle of the sunset. He looked just like Harry Styles from One Direction, but with brighter and more beautiful eyes and a different body shape. He was taller and way more muscular. His smile was breathtaking. He had two dimples. I'm a sucker for dimples and blue eyes. I can't fall in love, not again. So I quickly turned around.

He seems too confident and way too much of a player and besides, I'm taken by the hottest guy in school. He might not be the hottest for long, considering what this kid looks like. I felt a a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was. He was so tall I had to look up. He was still touching me. He's real. Oh my god he's real. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him. Is he just messing with me? His hand was opened like he was trying to shake my hand. Why can't I hear him? He smiled and giggled a little. Nothing's funny. He started moving his hand towards my face and due to reflexes, I dodged his large hand. He did it  again, but after his hand was back in my sight, he was holding my headphone. 

"Oh," I said biting my lip, feeling embarrassed. 

"Yeah," he said, smiling in the most perfect way as I took out the other headphone,"I don't know if you heard me not, but I'm Harold, you can call me Harry."

He put out his hand again and I shook it smiling politely. The touch of his hand sent a shiver through my whole body.

"And I'm Jasmine, but they call me Jazzy,"I said, releasing his hand, trying not to look in his eyes, knowing that I would surely get lost in them.

He looked into my eyes, making it impossible to dodge them. Something in his eyes was so scary, but beautiful. It was like he was reading my mind. I felt like he knew my entire life story now. That look was just like... he was trying to get me to get lost in his eyes and it was working. He smirked. 

"You're afraid,"he said.

"How would you know?"I asked rhetorically, looking away from his crystal, blue eyes.

"You're eyes tell the story,"he said.

He just read me, like a book. It was crazy to think that he had mind reading powers or something.

"Like right now, you don't believe what I'm telling you."

"Than tell me my story, oh great and wise Harry."

He bowed, jokingly as I giggled even though I didn't want to. I don't want to give him the pleasure to be able to  make me laugh or to give him the confidence that only he can make me happy.

"Sure, Jazz," he said, as I was amazed that he already gave me a nickname.

My boyfriend, Logan, never gave me a nickname and we've been "dating" since 7th grade. I've known Harry for 5 minutes and... I'm not admitting that I might be falling in love. Not yet.

"There's this guy that you've been dating for years and at first, you were in deep love with him until' he became a player. He became the complete opposite of what you thought. You rushed things before you even knew anything about him. He started to become abusive and now, you still don't have the guts to end it. You tried to tell your parents, but they don't believe it. There are tons of other guys that could treat you better, but he just waves them off. They are all scared of him just as much as you are. You don't want to fall in love again because your scared that it will happen again.You're scared that you'll get hurt physically and emotionally."

"Spot on," I said, as the bus began to noisily tumble down the street.

I tried to hold back tears, but before they fell, Harry knew.

"Let it out,"he said, rubbing my back, sending another wave through my spine.

"Can you sit with me?"I said between a whimper.

"It'll be my pleasure,'he said, guiding me to the bus's steep and dirty steps.

He's so amazing. He makes me feel wanted.  I felt like the story of "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes was being told. Harry was singing to me in my mind. He makes me feel better than my parents, friends, and a lot more better than Logan. To be honest with myself, Logan was no competition compared to Harry. 

"Be careful, love. Your shoes are untied," he said as his soft accent rolled off his tongue in the most sexy way. 

"Do you think that I'm gonna fa-"I said as I was cut off from exactly what Harry warned me about, falling.

I was always clumsy, but being around Harry brightens my chances of falling by more than 200%. He makes me feel better, but he also makes me feel like he deserves better.

I fell right on top of him, chest to chest, face to face, and the most scary one was eye to eye. He grinned, causing me to do the same thing. 

"I'll take that as an I'm OK," I smiled, as the bus driver, Mrs. Wheels, walked up next to me.

"Are you guys OK?" she asked Harry and I.

"Yeah,"Harry and I said, as I got off of him.

Harry tried to get up but it looked like he was far from OK. His grin was wiped clean off of his face. He winced. Blood began to seep through his shirt. I pulled up his shirt which revealed a house key and two pencils pierced into his... That's just great. I know that it's a bad time to be thinking about this, but it's unfair to me that he even has the perfect body.  He has a perfect six pack and biceps. And the pencils and house key jabbed int them just made it even sexier. It looks like I'm not the only one shocked because everyone even the MARRIED bus driver was admiring his body.

"Why is everyone looking at me like that?"Harry asked no one in particular, trying not to cry.

"Oh nothing," Mrs. Wheels said, dragging Harry on the bus,"We got get you to the nurse, ASAP."

Mrs. Wheels reminded me so much of MS.Fritz from The Magic School Bus. She didn't just look like her, she also acted like her. She was always so happy and seemed to be calm and collected all the time. For example, right now. While she was calm, I was absolutely freaking out. This is fudgin' redonculous. Yes, I just said fudgin'. And yes, I just said redonculous. 

But anyway, I was already crying before Harry was bleeding a puddle, but now I'm also making an even bigger puddle, a puddle of tears.

"You should sit next to him. You guys already to seem to have a good...friendship," Mrs.Wheels said winking.

I sat next to him and just looking at him made me burst into even more tears. I don't want to admit it, but I might be in love, in fact, it was love at first sight. When I first saw him, sparks danced, walked, jumped, crawl, and flew all in one split second. And it scared me. And now that I look at him all helpless and hurt, it killed me inside. It was just weird, but awesome. I knew I could fall in love again, but my heart was already taken once and then it was left behind. Scars were left behind. In other words, Harry was right, I am scared. I burst into tears until' it hurt, but what was absolutely stunning to me was that Harry was comforting me. But what blew my mind was that he didn't say not one word or touch me, his most powerful, sincere, and heartfelt weapon on me was his eyes. I felt like his eyes had the power to rule the world and I felt like the world to him was me. 

"Jazz, I just wanted you to know that I l-,"Harry said before being cut off by his eyes slowly closing as I held on to that last piece of sparkly blue before his eyes were shut and so did my heart.

I layed on his chest and kept crying and crying. Kids peaked their heads over the seat taking videos and pictures and some girls were just staring at him until' the bus came to a rough stop in front of the school nurse emergency building. I finally stopped crying, but that didn't last long until'  some guy carried Harry away from me. That's when I lost it. Another anxiety attack and this was my worst one yet. Mrs. Wheels carried me off the bus, knowing that another attack was bound to happen. Right when I saw the bright Florida sun, my eyes slowly closed just like Harry's, letting my final tears spill off off my numb face.






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