Double the Styles

Tess Jennings was one of those girls that when you look at her you'd probably think, "Wow she must be that stuck up popular girl like in the movies." And for the record, that's half true. She was popular and pretty like in the movies, but not stuck up. She was a sweet, caring, beautiful, young girl. All the guys would hit on her & comment dirty things. But all she did was look down on them in disgust. Despite her popularity, her best friend was the last person you'd expect. Marcel Styles. The down-look dork of the school that everyone teased. Everyone bullied him despite the fact his best friend was "the popular girl" and no one bothered Tess about be best friends with "that dork". It was a weird system, and the two hated it. But suddenly something happens that might change everything in their lives. Marcel's twin brother is released from reformatory school after getting in serious trouble. A story about a boy no one ever knew. His name? Harry Styles.


10. It's Beautiful

Chapter 10 - It's Beautiful


~End of the day~

Harry's POV: Marcel and Mandy told me they couldn't make it, so I texted Tess.

Me: Hey, so I guess it's just us tonight?

About 5 minutes passed before I got a reply.

*beep beep*
Tess: Yeah apparently. So you okay with moving the café thing to tonight?
Me: Sounds good. See you later, pick you up at 6?
Tess: Sure. See ya :)
Me: Yeah, see you later x

As I put my phone in my back pocket I stood in silence for a moment. Something about Tess was...different. A good different. I shifted a little on my feet. I like her, a lot. I don't really know how it happened, but I guess it did. I was suddenly really nervous for tonight, but then I remembered the other night. I kissed her. She kissed back, and she didn't pull away. And considering she hasn't yelled at me or slapped me yet, I guess she was okay with it. Maybe she likes me? I don't even know. I'll be honest, despite her and Marcel saying they don't like each other, I've seen the way the talk and look at each other and it;s not always 'Just best friend' kind of interaction. But I guess if they say there's nothing there must be nothing...I hope.

Tess' POV: I hopped into my maroon coloured Volkswagon Beatle and drove the 7 minutes to my house. I got home and tossed me jacket onto the couch. 

"Mom?" I called, my voice echoing through the empty household. Just like everyday after school, my mom was gone at work. I already knew she was, I just keep hoping one of these days she'll be able to stay home and greet me when I come home and we can do stuff like other moms and daughters. But that's not happening since my mom is a single parent trying to provide for both of us by herself. Especially ever since my dad....nevermind. I shook the thought of my father out of my head, anger and hurt surging through my body. I rushed upstairs and dropped my bag and keys onto my bed.

"Okay Tess. Relax. Now, what to wear.." I searched through my closet, slowly pushing each fabric of clothing hanging from individual hangers to the side. I observed each piece of clothing as I slid them to left one by one. I settled on a baby blue and white blouse with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans from American Eagle. I pulled out my dark brown hair from the high ponytail it was held in throughout the day and brushed it out. I let it sit in it's natural waves and I left my makeup the way it was, not that there even that much on anyways. I sat down and relaxed for the first time in the past couple days. Even though Mandy continuously texted me, I ignored the texts and I slowly tuned out the world and my eyes were already closed by the time I had even realized I was tired. I woke up to the ringing of a doorbell,  I peeked over at the clock beside my bed, "6:03".

"Shit!" I sprang out of bed and rushed downstairs. 

I ran my fingers through my bed head hair as I practically sprinted down the stairs.

"Hey Harry" I greeted him as I finished fixing my hair.
"Haha, glad to know you remembered our date." I shuttered at the word date
I gave him a confused look. He responded by gesturing towards to my hands that were just about all over the place as I tried to fix myself up. 
"Oh, no! I just, uh fell asleep. Sorry about that." 
"That's fine," he chuckled.

We walked over to his -well, his parents' car- and I offered to drive since I was the only one out of the two of us who knew how to get there. 

On our way to the café we had a bit of small talk, since obviously the.."date"..started off really awkward. But soon after we got into some real conversations.

"So in London, why do you guys drive on the left side?" I asked him, as I was actually kind of curious, plus I found it a bit odd.
"I don't know! It's you guys who drive on the wrong side here in America."
"I beg to differ, we do not drive on the wrong side! We drive on the right side. Literally." I gave him a fake smug look.
"Fine, point proven, but I'm still getting used to the whole staying on the opposite side of the road thing. If a truck hadn't passed my house when I was getting into the car, I would've ended up driving on the left side and killing someone. And myself!"
I laughed, "Well that would be unfortunate now wouldn't it?" 
"Haha, yeah." he rubbed his large hand over mine lightly before pulling it back. I try to give him a smile but at the same time I tried to focus on the road. So it seemed like I was smiling to myself, which made things a little awkward. Well for me at least. I turned on the radio, trying to fill the void of silence floating through the air. The song 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran was on. 

"I love this song!" I gushed, quietly humming along to it.

Harry sang along, over dramatically. I laughed and lightly slapped him on the arm. Despite the  fact he was partially fake-singing, he was actually pretty good. The song reached it's final chorus where the lyrics are louder than the music, and Harry once again sang along. This time quieter, but he actually sang like he was trying. And damn, this boy could sing. I'll admit, I have a soft spot for guys with a good voice. And Harry, had an amazing voice. It was deep and clear, but he could still just as easily hit the high notes. The fact that he was just staring out the window, probably signified the fact that he thinks I can't hear him because the radio was quite loud, but I could still hear him. And I'm glad I can. His voice is so pure and gentle, but still a little raspy. And the fact that it's so effortless....woah. 

He turned to me and smiled, "Sorry, I just sing a lot. I know I'm not that great."
"You're kidding right?!" 
At first he seemed a bit taken back, but then responded with a confused stare.
"You have the best voice I've ever heard!" 
"Yeah right." he laughed a little. This guy was so modest. (I loved it.)
"Seriously Harry. Your voice is beautiful. We should really do something about that." I smiled at him.


Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you next week :) xx



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