Could it be him~Harry Styles

I didn't know whether he could help me or not, but he intrigued me, so I brought down my walls ...


1. chapter 1

"Come on Chris!" Stacey, my bestfriend, yelled from the car. It was first day back after a whole six weeks off and I was just not in the mood for school to be quite honest. "I'm coming" I mumbled, even though she couldnt hear me through the pouring rain which was really the only weather we get in England. "You are so slow, were going to be late!" She said as I opened the door and eased myself into the passenger seat next to her, she always worried about being late for school, or homework deadlines, or exam results. It drove me insane, but I loved her anyway. I realised she had been quiet for a few seconds and I turned around to see her looking at me with a confused look on her face. "What?" I asked, "Come on Chrissy, you obviously know what, you've been acting strange for weeks, come on! What's wrong?" A sad look flashed through her face, but the as soon as it came it left. When I didn't speak, she just sighed, turned the keys and pulled out of my driveway.

"Pleaseeeee tell me" She whined for about the fifth time today, we was walking to second period and she wouldnt drop the subject. So, I stopped dead in the hallway, ignoring a few annoyed looks from other students trying to dodge around us to get to their lessons. "I can't tell you right now, theres to many people here, I'll come round later and tell you everything Stace, promise."She nodded and skipped off happily to her next lesson thank god. The truth was I couldnt tell her, I was to ashamed and afraid of what anyone would think of me, including her. I kept walking until I found the door to my second classroom. Putting my head down and opening the door silently, I slowly walked in, hoping the teacher wouldnt hear me and that I could just sit down. "Miss Hart I do hope you have an explaination for being as late as you are?"

"umm yes, the er corridoors were crowded badly and I-" she interrupted me by sighing heavily and motioning for me to sit down next to a boy I haven't seen before. He had a mop of curly brown hair that sat messed up over his face, nearly covering his eyes that until he looked up at me I noticed were a piercing green, he sat sprawled out in the chair next to mine and wore black skinny jeans with battered brown boots and a band tee. Okay this boy was gorgeous, why do I have to sit next to him? I as in the socially awkward, ugly, depressed girl with about one friend. "Hello" a rusky voice said to me as the boy looked up at me with a smirk on his face.

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