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.


1. This is just the beginning

Chapter 1 - This is just the beginning 


Tess' POV: I walked through the crowded hallways, squeezing in between all the bodies around me as I attempted to get to my locker. Just like every morning, guys whistled as I walked by, trying to pinch my bum as I passed them. I slapped their hands away, giving them disgusted looks. I speed walked past a few more lockers before finally reaching mine. I spun the lock, opening my locker and shoving my book bag in quickly. As I searched the cluttered space for my homeroom books, Marcel came up to me.

"Hey Marcel." I said, not bothering to look up as I was still gathering my things.

Marcel has been my best friend ever since I was the new girl back in grade 7. I remember walking in the class room as the principal handed me over to my teacher. As she introduced me, all the guys whistled and shot comments at me while I stood there helpless. I sat down in the only available seat, right in the front beside Marcel. He was always there for me. As the new girl I obviously didn't have a lot of friends, only Marcel. But that was perfectly fine with me. I made other friends throughout middle school and high school. They would come and go but Marcel always stayed. I loved him for that. He was the perfect friend.

"Oh Tess." Marcel chuckled. 
I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.
"Here," he laughed handing me my books for homeroom.
I took them and got up. I gave him a confused look, while he stood there and shook his head at me.
"Why do you have my stuff?" I questioned.
He laughed, registering confusion, "Because it's Monday, and you're always late on Mondays. I figured I'd help you." 
"Oh, well thanks." I smiled as I closed my locker. 

We began to walk to homeroom, weaving through other people standing aimlessly in the middle of the hallways as if they wanted to get run over. We passed all the stupid sport jocks who did there usual routine, scanning me up and down as I passed them. And again with the routine from the cheerleaders who gave me dirty looks as I walked by because they thought I was trying to steal all their boyfriends. I'll never understand those people, so I would just ignore them. People would shove and spit at Marcel as we walked pass. I took his hand for comfort and turned back to glare at the people who teases him. We finally reached homeroom and sat down in our usual spots. We had 2 desks in the front row that were pushed all the way to the right side of the class beside the large window. We set our stuff down and settled in to our seats.

"You know Tess, your life would be a lot easier in the morning if you weren't always late for school. And if you cleaned up your locker a little." Marcel stated.
"Hey, just because you can magically wake up early and get here quickly in the morning does not mean that I can too! And as for my locker it isn't messy! I happen to have a system for it." I responded.
He grinned, "And what's this "system" you speak of?"
"Everything is in it's own special place. That way if someone tries to steal something from me it will be in the last place they would ever look. Now stop nagging me about it!" I whined playfully punching his shoulder. 
He laughed at my response "Tessy it's a locker! How many places could there possibly to look? Let me just help you organize it."
I made a gagging sound at the word "organize" only causing Marcel to laugh at me more. I sighed, giving in.
"Fine whatever. But I'm telling you right now I'm making you do everything because I am NOT cleaning out that thing." I said seriously.
He rolled his eyes jokingly at me.

The bell rang and we turned to the front waiting for our homeroom teacher. When she finally arrived, I did a double take, looking at the person beside her. My eyes grew large, as I sat there bewildered at the boy in front of me. I simply stared at him, as I was unable to speak. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Sommers cleared her throat.

"Class this is our newest student, Harry Styles."


Author's Note: Well this is the first chapter, was it good? I don't know... I hope so! Don't forget to like, favourite, and become a fan if you enjoyed it<3 Also I have 2 other fanfictions if you want to check them out as well! (:

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