A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I heard the faint sound of my alarm going off and the sounds of the rest of my family downstairs. I groggily opened my eyes and outstretched my arm and dismissed my alarm from making any further noises. I rubbed my eyes and stretched while throwing the covers from my body. Groaning and dragging my feet, I made my way to the shower across the hall. I discarded my clothes in the hamper and climbed in the shower, letting the warm water soothe my tired muscles.

Oh yeah, it totally slipped my mind to tell you, today's my first day of senior year at the place I call hell. Let me tell you, I'm not so popular, I mean I used to be, but one mistake is all it took to make me fall to the bottom of the food chain.

I shook my head away from those awful memories and turned the shower off, stepping onto the cool tile floor, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. I made my way back to my bedroom, sauntering over my dresser to find some clothes to wear. I put on my underwear and bra and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a blue "my chemical romance" t-shirt.

i waltzed over to my mirror and combed through my knotted hair and then grabbed a pony tail and through it up into a ponytail. I didn't really bother to put makeup on, only some mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. I walked out of my room and shut my bedroom door behind me while making my way down the steps.

I made my way downstairs and saw my little brother Ronan playing with his toys in the living room and my younger sister Paris sitting on the couch watching Spongebob.

"Morning," Paris greeted, smiling. Paris was 14 and in the 8th grade and had the most amazing attitude anyone could have. She's always so happy, it gets weird sometimes.

"Morning," I smiled.

I walked in the kitchen to find my dad at the table drinking some coffee while on his MacBook. "Morning sweetie, ready for your first day of the senior year?"

I faked a smile and put my thumbs up while walking to the counter to get some coffee. You see my family doesn't know about what happened to me in freshman year and never will my dad has enough on his plate to be worrying about my 'feelings'.

I gulped my orange juice down and looked at the time on our oven. Shit. “Gotta go dad, love you. Bye.” I kissed his forehead and ran out of the kitchen to the living room to find Ronan alone. “Hey buddy, have you seen Paris?”

“She weft a couple minute ago.”

I smiled and kissed his forehead and said a goodbye while grabbing my bag and black boots. Ronan was my little brother, only 4 years old and was as smart as ever. Only thing is he was diagnosed with cancer a year ago. I sighed and began walking down my street to the high school lucky for me, we only live like 2 blocks away. And the answer is no, if you were wondering if I had a car. I have a job and so does my dad, but half have his check and all of mine go to Ronan’s hospital bills.

I inwardly groaned as I walked up the sidewalk of doom. I could just hear it now, “hey look guys, Juliet has enough guts to show her face another year,” or “whore” or the ever so famous “nerdy pants.” I could already hear the snickering and finger pointing at me from the front doors of the school building.

I took a deep breath, preparing me for the comments and I opened the doors looking down at my shoes. I looked up at everyone’s eyes were on me. Why can’t people just forget it? It happened 3 years ago. I was frozen in my place and everyone was whispering and pointing in my direction. Great.

I was shocked when I saw a tall, lean body, set of moppy curls on the top of his head, whistle loudly and say, “Everyone to class now!”

Everyone was just kind of staring awkwardly at the boy with the curly hair. Why was a student so adamant about getting to class? Why didn’t he hate on me too? Has he not gotten the memo that everyone in the school hates me?