Trouble || h.s. fanfic

Chapter 3

Harry Styles

Something about Natalie was....different.

But not necessarily in a bad way.

There are two different types of people when they meet me.

There's the type who run in the opposite direction as fast as they can.

And there's the type who drool over me and try to take pictures, hoping I won't notice.

Natalie was neither of those two. Although I had caught her staring at me, she wasn't staring in love. She was staring in pure fascination. As if she were looking at a piece in an art gallery, or an exhibit in a museum. She was just observing, curious, but mostly innocent.

She wasn't a very big person. She was smaller than an average girl, I could tell I was almost a foot taller than her. Natalie appeared so innocent, like she needed some sort of protection from the world. She had coffee-brown eyes to match her long, brown hair that fell down her back in natural waves. She wore minimal makeup, if any, but I could never tell with that kind of thing.

Her heather-gray yoga pants were paired with a long-sleeve, purple athletic shirt. She was very fit.

After handing back the note to her, I turned my attention to the front of the room, where a teacher was yammering about the Industrial Revolution or some shit like that. I wasn't paying attention, really.

I considered the job she offered to me. Working on a horse farm?

I knew that was hard work, but I also knew I was a hard worker.

But horses? I had never stepped within twenty feet of a horse, nor did I have the desire to. Who wants to hang out with a bunch of big, smelly animals all day?

Clearly Natalie does.

I knew I needed a job, but a horse farm did not seem like the place for me. I'm not cut out for manual labor.

Natalie Jones

Harry Styles, huh? I thought to myself. That had a nice ring to it. I glanced back towards the lanky boy seated next to me. He looked like a Harry.

Why was he so offended when I offered him a job at the ranch? He was the one that asked where to find one!

I brushed it off. People often rejected the idea of horses, I was used to it. Horses just aren't for everyone I guess.

The rest of the day dragged on slowly, but finally the bell after seventh period rang. I quickly ran back to my locker to grab my car keys before making my way to the parking lot, trying to remember where I parked my truck.

The bright yellow SUV was predominantly noticable amongst a sea of brown, grey, and black vehicles. I unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's seat, sticking the key into the ignition. I turned my keys forwards, only my truck didn't start.

It sputtered for a few seconds and then stopped.

Oh shit.

I tried again, but all I heard was the engine sputtering. By this time, most of the cars had left the premesis, as well as the buses.

Great, so I can't even ask someone to help me jump start it. I sat in my car for a few minutes, debating what to do. I could call my dad to come get me, but it's not a short drive out here, and he doesn't like to pay for gas.

I was about to dial my older brother, Noah's number when something moving in my rearview mirror caught my eye.

I turned around and spotted Harry coming into the parking lot. He walked straight over to my assigned parking spot and got into the Charger parked there.

That was Harry's car? How much money did he have?

I knew I had no other choice and I had to hurry, so I flagged him down as he began to drive towards the exit. He stopped the car when he reached where I was standing, waving my arms like a fool.

He rolled the passenger side window down.

"What do you need?" He asked irritably. For a second I almost reconsidered asking him for a jumpstart, but I really needed one. I knew he wouldn't be thrilled but I could at least give it a shot.

"My truck won't start. Can you please help me jumpstart it?" I asked.

"Do you have any jumper cables?"

"No," I answered.

"Neither do I. Goodbye." Harry began to drive away. Rude much?!

"Harry wait!" I ran after him. The car lurched to a stop and the passenger window was once again rolled down.

"What?" He snapped.

"Look, I know we just met and everything, but I really need a ride. I have to get home," I persuaded to the best of my abilities.

Silence.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Get in," he sighed.

"Thank you!" I beamed. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and hopped into the front seat of the nicest car I had ever seen.

"Is this yours?" I asked in astonishment.

"Not exactly," he said, putting the car in drive and heading out to the highway.

"What do you mean?" Was he renting it or something?

"Where do you live?" He changed the subject.

"Straight down highway 9 about 15 miles," I answered.

"15 miles?" he groaned. I ignored his rude complaint.

The car was awkwardly silent for a few moments, before I could no longer take it.

"So where are you from again?" I tried to make conversation.

"A small town called Brighton, in England," he said.

"When did you get here?"

"A few weeks ago," Harry answered. I could tell he wasn't into conversation, or talking about himself.

"How come you moved here?"

"I didn't move here!" He snapped. "I'm getting the hell out of here as soon as possible."

"Okay," I said, taken aback at his harshness. "How long will you be here?"

"Hopefully not long," he grouched.

"So why are you, um, visiting?"

"I got into some trouble back home," he didn't dare take his eyes off the road.

"Like what?" I pushed. I don't know why I was so curious, but I wanted to know everything about him. He was so mysterious, and I intended to break that tough-guy exterior.

"Do you need to know fucking everything?" Harry exploded rudely. I noticed he had a short temper and he wasn't very patient. There wasn't one person on the highway so far that Harry didn't pass. I didn't know what his hurry was.

I shut my mouth until I saw the acres and acres of farmland that I call home come into view.

"That's it," I pointed out to Harry.

"Thank God," he muttered under his breath. I'm not sure if he meant for me to hear that or not.

He pulled into the driveway and brought the car to an abrupt stop.

"Well, you've just been a ray of sunshine today, Sir," I said as I exited the car. "Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, don't expect this ever again." Harry reached over and shut the door, and drove off smoothly without leaving a trace.

A/N

Hey guys! High five for me updating lol.

Fyi if any of you have seen the movie Flicka, (ONE OF MY FAVE MOVIES EVER) I picture Natalie as Katie from that movie. If you haven't seen it, I suggest just watching a trailer for it on Youtube or something, just so you kind of get an idea of what the main character looks like.

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-Hannah:)