Dreamer (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1~

I’ve always been a dreamer. Never really paid attention in school. That’s why my grades kind of sucked, I guess. I would just sit there and doodle my dreams on my paper… my meaningless dreams that had no way of happening ever. Like if I could fly like a bird, way beyond the roof tops. Or if I could run a thousand miles away to wherever I wanted to and be back before dinner. But the main thing I doodled was a girl singing on a stage in front of thousands of fans.

          I wanted that girl to be me.

          “Ency, do you know the theme of Nothing but the Truth?” My head snapped up from looking down at my doodles. Mrs. Clearbrook’s tone of voice let me know I wasn’t the first person she asked this question to, and that she could tell I wasn’t paying attention.

          “Nope.” I said bluntly, frustrated that she interrupted my daily in-class dreaming.

          “And why is that?” She questioned, her hands tensing around the book she was holding.

          “Cause I didn’t read it…” I muttered. Mrs. Clearbrook narrowed her eyes at me.

          “And why not?” She let the words barely slip through her gritted teeth.

          “Cause it’s boring and not educational.” I sighed, not letting my true emotions hide.

          “Ency, you need to start paying attention and doing your work. I hate to embarrass you in front of your peers but-”

          “Oh these people aren’t my friends. No need to hold back, Jess.” I winked sarcastically (Jess was Mrs. Clearbrook’s first name). These people really weren’t my friends though. I have like one real friend, and we’re pretty much outsiders. No one really bothers to talk to us, knowing they’ll get a cold, blunt response.

          “Ok, well your grades are suffering and I want to pass you, I really do. But it’s hard to do my job if you don’t put in an effort.” Mrs. Clearbrook told me, holding back a burst of anger.

          I glanced at the clock behind her. Five seconds until the bell rang.

          “Well, then don’t hold your breath.” I shrugged right as the bell rang and I scurried out of the room before she could do anything about it. I looked over my shoulder just to relish the look of embarrassment and anger that would be on her face. Her mouth was a gape, arms crossed and a squinty eyed glare fixed on where I was sitting. As I flipped my head back to the front of myself, a smirk popped up to my face.

          I saw my best friend Bethany Christian walking down the hallway towards me, a big smile plastered to her face.

          “I just heard someone talking about your little stunt in Mrs. Clearbrook’s class! I think it was absolutely genius!” Bethany gushed as soon as I was in earshot. I tossed my head back in a hearty laugh.

          “Stunt? Hardly. Me sassing her isn’t exactly out of the ordinary. That woman has it out for me. She always interrupts my daydreams!” I explained as we walked to PE. Bethany looked at my with a sad expression on her face, but you could tell she was trying not to giggle a little bit.

          “Daydreaming again?” She snickered.

          “Always.” I said, staring deeply into her eyes just to get the point across.

          “Ency, I’m sorry, but just because you keep dreaming about flying or super sonic speed doesn’t mean you’re gonna go any faster when we run the mile today.” Bethany looked at me as she opened the locker room door, as if she was breaking the news.

          “I wasn’t dreaming about that.” I stated as we strolled over to our lockers in the far back corner.

          “Singing then,” She sighed. She knew me too well. “I’m sorry Enc, but unless you actually let someone hear you sing, I don’t think you’re going anywhere with that.” I rolled my eyes. My shower heard me sing plenty- isn’t that enough?

          “I don’t care, I love singing and somehow it’s going to happen for me, I know it.” I told her matter-of-factly. I heard a solid foot stomp behind me. I groaned, having a feeling I knew exactly who it was standing behind me. No doubt her hip would be popped out and her arms would be folded across her chest, pushing up her already unnaturally large boobs for a 16 year old, even though there were no guys around to flaunt them to.

          “Oh, does dark little Ency wanna be a big pop star?” Rachel Rocktip asked with maliciousness just oozing off her words. I slowly turned around and cocked my head to the side as my gaze met hers.

         “What’s it to you, fuzz face?” I said, remarking to her subtle but existent lady-stache. She let out a cackle of a laugh.

          “Nothing at all- I just think its sooo precious that you still have dreams and aspirations for your life that’s already too far down the drain to even hope to bring back up.” Rachel squeezed her voice out in a sugary sweet way; just listening to it would give me cavities. I forced a laugh out for her sake.

          “Thank you so much Rach- can I say I think you and that piece of food on your face look lovely together- oh, wait, that is your face,” I seethed in a too-nice way. Rachel narrowed her eyes and fluffed her hair as she walked away to check her appearance in the mirror. I high-fived Bethany, who throughout the whole thing was just standing behind me, adding an occasional ‘uh-huh’ or ‘yeah!’ to the end of my sentences. We walked over to our lockers after all that to get into our mandatory drab uniforms: ill-fitting grey tee shirts and baggy blue elastic shorts. Of course Rachel and all the popular people (who looked down on Bethany and I because of our non-social outlook on life) had big bedazzled names on their tees rather than the advised iron-on letters.

          While running the mile, I squeezed out any excess oxygen my body had saved to hum a quiet melody to pass time. I would have been running along side Bethany, but she was impossibly slow and I didn’t want to be dragged behind by anyone, even if she was my best friend, and only friend at that.

          I managed to scrape by with a time of 7 minutes and 46 seconds, whereas Bethany cruised on with 10 minutes and 53 seconds. The popular group just walked around the tracks, as if this was some sort of leisurely stroll. But I guess that was how they went through life- life was easy for pretty people. And I had to admit, they were all pretty. But, if you tell them I said that, I’ll deny it and then ruin your life socially.

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Hi guys! So that's the very first chapter of my very first story... I know it was kind of boring, but i can't bring the drama so early in! Gotta build up the plot! But i swear all the coming chapters are so much better. Everything is already written pretty much:) So comment please! I want to hear from people:) And spread the word, if you can! That would mean alot:)

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