Who Would Have Known

Chapter 1

The sound of my alarm going off woke me from my deep sleep. I rolled over, climbing out of my comfortable bed and walked towards my adjoined bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom I turned on the shower all the way to hot, hoping it will help wake me up. I look into the mirror to see my dark hair sticking up everywhere. It never stays put, so I just leave it.

I took a quick shower, already feeling more awake. Climbing out of the shower I walk over to my dresser and put on a red t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

I looked over to the small alarm clock beside my bed to see that I didn't have much time before I needed to pick up Maya.

Maya and I had been dating for a few weeks now. She was the one to ask me to date her, honestly I only like her as a friend. Every time she kissed me I felt uncomfortable, it's almost like I'm kissing my sister. I only said yes when she asked me out because all of her friends were watching us. I had wanted to break up with her, but I never had the time.

I walk around my room picking up my football clothes, stuffing them into a bag. I slide the bag onto my shoulder and grab my phone. Walking down the stairs I can hear my sisters arguing in the kitchen.

As I enter the kitchen I see my mother sitting at the counter working and my two younger sisters fighting over who gets the last cupcake.

"Louis, I won't be home until late so you will need to pick up dinner on your way home after practice." My mother says, typing away at her laptop, not even glancing up. She had to pick up extra work since she and my father had split up two years ago. She was almost never around due to her job.

I nod my head and grab my car keys.

I slip on my black vans and walk out the door, closing it behind me. I text Maya to be ready when I come by her house to pick her up, knowing she won't be ready any way.

The sky is still dark as I drive towards Maya's house, which is not far from mine.

As I pull up in front of her big house I send a quick text, telling her I was here.

I only keep Maya as a girlfriend because I would always get teased for never dating anyone. I know it's selfish but being the captain of the football team means you need respect from your other teammates, and you can't get that when they all think you are a wimpy virgin. Which I am.

I heard a knock on the window and I unlock the car for Maya. As soon as she steps in the smell of her perfume fills up the car. She leans across the divider, pressing her lips to mine. I felt uncomfortable as she attempted to get me to kiss her back. I pulled away, turning my head.

"We should go or we're going to be late." I said starting the car. She began to talk about some party she went to on Friday. I zoned out, ignoring her voice.

By the time we had reached school Maya seemed to have forgotten about my rejecting her. She stepped out of the car and ran over to where I stood. She grabbed my hand in hers dragging me into the school.

Once we were inside I detached myself from her and said good bye. I looked around to see my friends standing in a group by a row of lockers.

"Louis, where were you mate?" Liam asked as I joined them.

"Probably with Maya," Niall said making a kissing sound. I pushed Niall's shoulder and rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll take that as a yes," Niall smirked. "Oh Louis." Niall moaned sounding like a girl. The rest of the guys joined in laughing.

"That's the closest you'll ever get to hearing that sound Niall." I turned smirking at him. His face turned bright red and he laughed nervously. Liam looked at me knowingly. He was the only one who knew I had never had sex. Liam and I had been friends since 4th grade.

The rest of the guys started talking about the upcoming football game on Friday. I zoned out, watching the clock on the wall, waiting for the bell to ring, signalling that you had five minutes before class started.

As I turned back around I walked into something solid. I looked up to see Harry Styles glaring down at me. Harry had moved to Doncaster a year ago and had been kicked out of his old school back in Cheshire. He had brought his bad reputation to the school. Harry was known for having sex with nearly every girl in the school, including Maya. It had always bothered me that Maya would stoop low enough to sleep with someone like Harry.

"Watch it." He growled, his height towering over me.

"You watch it," I scoffed pushing past him. Before I could pass him I felt a hand on my shoulder, shoving me against the lockers. I heard gasps around the hallway as my eyes met Harry's. He grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me up and slamming me against the locker again.

"I'm sorry did you need something?" I smirked, not intimidated by Harry, unlike most.

"You need to watch where you're fucking walking." He spat.

"Have you quite finished?" I shoved him away from me, smoothing out my shirt. I looked over to the group of my friends to see Niall holding back a laugh and Liam looking at me with disapproval.

I turned and walked away from Harry, who was standing there confused. I pushed by the group of people who had formed to watch what they assumed was going to be a fight.

As soon as I reached my first class the bell rang.

The day passed by slowly. By the time it was third period everyone had heard of the almost fight between Harry and I.

The constant stares and whispers from people didn't bother me, this wasn't the first time rumors had been spread about me. There was a rumor a few months ago that I had gotten drunk at a party and had slept with the whole cheerleading squad. It obviously wasn't true, but I never told them different.

My last class of the day was history, which I unfortunately had with Harry. I took my seat before the bell rang. Five minutes of class went by before Harry finally walked in the door.

"How nice of you to join us Mr. Styles." The teacher exclaimed looking at Harry. Harry shrugged and took his seat in the row next to mine, behind me.

All through class I could see him glaring at me from the corner of my eye.

The teacher began to inform us that we had a partner project due in a week and she would be picking the partners. She began to pair up everyone until only a few were left.

"Tomlinson and," she paused looking around the room, "Styles."

Great, just fucking great.