It All Became Too Much (Complete)

"I didn't think that it was possible for things to get so out of hand."

When you move to a completely different place and you are in highschool, it is a new brainer that you will do all that you can to make friends. My case? I heard that Harry Styles was a player, one of the girls that I first met, my friend told me that he broke her heart for some cheerleader then left her too.
They wanted me to break his heart by making him like me then blow him off but how could I even get him to notice me? By becoming close to his brother Marcel. It couldn't be bad could it?


6. Six

It wasn't too much of a problem finding Marcel and Harry's house. They lived in a massive house, I guess I could have pictured them living here. I knocked on the door and Marcel answered with a smile. He dressed in a nice sweater vest that matched the converse that he chose to wear. "May I come in?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course." He said stepping aside so that I could. I walked in and looked around the nice place. It was beautiful so were the eyes that I met as soon as I turned.

"Harry." I breathed, he had frightened me, he came from no where.

"What are you doing here?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I hated standing in front of him, why did he have to be so tall? It was intimidating to me and Marcel, I could just tell.

"Study date." I answered simply with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Marcel's first date and it includes doing the nerdiest of all things possible." Harry commented.

"Well I have fun with Marcel, I like him." I said smiling over at him and taking his hand. "Where are we studying?"

"I-in the living room." Marcel answered quickly with a stutter. Leading the way, we sat down on the floor. The studying lasted for a couple of hours and he taught me a few new ways of looking at things in the class that would most likely help me. We finished when Harry came back downstairs and sat on the couch behind us.

"Thank you so much for tonight. I have to get going but I will catch up with you tomorrow." I said before too much conversation could start between us. I never felt like I knew what to do when I was with the two of them.

Marcel walked me to the door before we said our goodbyes. "Stella?" He asked me stopping me as I reached the bottom step of their porch.

"Yes?" I asked turning to him.

"Were you serious when you said that you like me?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, of course. What would make you think that I wasn't serious?" I asked fighting the urge to bite my lip or fidget.

"Well, no girl has ever liked me as more than a friend. Girls don't even look twice at me.." He said trailing off at the end.

"You are really sweet. A gentleman, really." I said walking to him and kissing his cheek. "I will see you around." I said smiling softly. I didn't want to do this anymore, he was going to be hurt because of me.



I walked into the house with burning cheeks closing the door behind myself.

 She really likes me.

The thought sent butterflies free inside of my stomach, I felt tingly and goosebumps were on my skin from when she had kissed my cheek. I think maybe things are starting to turn good for me.

All my life I never thought I was good enough, I was sure that I was going to have to change what I was to get someone to notice me but she liked me. She was gorgeous and she liked me. "Good job man." Harry said walking up to me and patting me on the back. I smiled up at him widely.

"She likes me. She kissed my cheek." I told him still in a bit of a daze.

"Yeah, well I can't wait to see how you will react when she kisses you on the lips if you are acting like this over a kiss on the cheek." He said with a chuckle. I smiled at him, I hadn't even thought about that.

"You think that she will kiss me?" I asked looking up at him.

"Of course. If she likes you so much." He said walking into the kitchen. I followed him watching him pull out all that he needed to make himself a sandwhich.

"I don't know how to kiss Harry." I said feeling my stomach turn. What if it turned out wrong or what if I disgusted her.

"You will do fine. Stop worrying about it." He said. "It might be easier for you to make the first move and kiss her." He said with a chuckle.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked him confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked. He had to have known what I was talking about. How couldn't he?

"You were upset because she was with me at the party so why are happy for me?" I asked him sitting down on a stool by the island.

"You deserve to be happy. I always get the girl so why should I get her?" He said. It wasn't a question meant to be answered.

"Thank you." I said quietly.


A/n: Thank You For Reading!

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