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Marcel.

Harry.

Marcel.

Wait, is this freaking Hannah Montana?

How does Harry Styles sound anything like Marcel?!

"Christine."

Maybe Harcel, Marc- no.

"Christine!" The voice seethed, making me turn to face Derek, the guy in the hallway a while ago.

"What is it Derek?" I groaned, pushing my library book away, after putting n the bookmark on page 63.

"Oh, um. Nothing." he spoke in a rush, as I sighed and opened the flimsy book, titled 'The Lying Games' by Sara Shepard.

That was strange, although nothing but Marce- I mean Harry mattered now.

Why did everyone call him Marcel? What did Harry have to hide?

"Christine." Derek called for the third time, poking the dimple on my back, (a/n: little things anyone?) as I spn around in annoyance.

"What is it Derek?!" I hissed in anger, as his eyes widened at my sudden change of expression.

"I-I just wanted to know how you found the school, that's all. Geez sorry for being a bother." he spoke, clutching a hand to his heart in fake pain.

Wow im touched.

"It's, nice." I spoke after some thought, "I mean, most of the people are really nice, but there are some jerks here and there, who I might have to avoid. I really like the teachers, especially our English one. It's good we have all the same glasses huh!" I chuckled softly, while the librarian glared at us.

"Oh, that's cool." He spoke, then burying himself into the book seconds later.

My mind flicked back to Harry, (not really my mind was actually always on him so it never flicked back) and the way he was mercilessly bullied, and how weak he looked, his faded blue eyes pleading for help. The way he chuckled at me calling him Marcel, and all the very, very fancy words he used to describe me.

Just say you want to know him already! My inner voice yelled, and I nodded, earning a wierd glare from Derek, which I shrugged off.

Okay, I do want to know Harry Styles.

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I huffed past the huge school crowd as all the people cheered in unison, a loud yell heard from where the center of attention was. Did this happen everyday?

"You thought we would just leave you like that?" A very menacing voice spoke, hitting someone, who hissed and winced in pain.

Everyone was busy chanting "Fight! Fight!", while I was busy being worried about who the poor guy was, getting beat up in front of everyone.

"Say you're sorry prick, or you will regret it." The voice spoke again, while the other one just coughed.

Me being the short legged person I am, I couldn't see over the crowd, but their voices were clearly audible.

"I-I-"

"Too late!" The voice teasingly interrupted, taking something and cracking it.

Glasses.

"P-please, I-I'm sorry." The voice squeaked, giving me only seconds to realise who it was.

Harry.

I pushed violently past the crowd, people gasping and cursing as I did. They all moved aside, as I reached an opening, and saw Harry, bleeding like crazy. His face was tear stained, his cracked and damaged black glasses on the floor. My heart ached seeing him like this, or if it was anyone for that matter.

"Stop it." I said, stepping up to the so called 'bad boy' and picking up the broken glasses off the floor.

"Oh, princess. What are you gonna do? Are you going to call your mommy?" He fake cried to tease, as the anger in me boiled, giving him a sarcastic smirk.

"No," I smiled, walking closer to him.

"But I can do this." I said, taking his arm and pulling it back, as he winced in pain, the whole crowd gasping in wonder. I then took the other one and twisted it the whole way around.

He yelled loudly, giving Harry a chance to slip away from all the commotion. Everyone's eyes were on me and mystery boy here, while I kept my eyes on his arm, while his fingers started bleeding as I pierced my nails into them, releasing after.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover." I spat, walking away from himas two boy came and yelled "Lance just come already, she's a wanker!"

Hmm, so his name was Lance.

Then i realised Harry had gone not too far ahead, which meant we could talk.

I saw him slowly limp to get his bag which was on the bench, drops of blood trailing his path, tears flowing like a waterfall.

"Harry-"

"Call me Marcel here please." He begged, and I gave into his command, seeing his poor state.

"Marcel, look. Can I please see your wounds, please?" I begged, catching upto him as he stopped.

"What's there to look at, this is nothing major, you should see the ones he gave me last year." Harry weakly chuckled, sitting on the bench.

"Marcel, listen. These wounds are bad, and not treating them only makes them worse. Wait, how can you see if he broke your glasses?" I asked out of curiosity, as he chuckled.

"Wouldn't want to let the whole world know, maybe I'll show you outside school. Do you need a ride?" He asked me with concern, as I nodded. Maybe I would get to know about him through this 'drive'.

"Okay, but do you like, I don't know, want to join me at this ice cream parlour at around 5? Maybe themln we can talk." I spoke, a bit of blush rising to my cheeks as Harry smiled, and then winced at all the pain caused due to the open cuts.

I handed him a few tissues an told him to hold them on his wounds before walking behind him to his car.

My house wasn't too far away, and the car ride was very silent. I bid Harry goodbye and went home, anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 5.

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Holy.Flipping.Margaritas.

I was freaking out right now. I've honestly never been so nervous before, Harry might just have that effect on me.

I didn't know what to to wear. Casuals were so casual and dresses were so, dressy.

I finally decided (after 200 years) on a decent outfit and put it on, grabbed my phone and wallet and cycled to the ice cream shop nearby, hoping to see Harry nearby.

The bell inside the shop dinged as I entered, a familiar someone smiling at me with bright blue eyes.

"Christine!"

"Niall!" I greeted back, giving him a small hug as he laughed at my surprise visit.

"What brings you to my store?" He questioned, as I gave him a small, sly smile.

"Oh,uh, I'm supposed to be meeting this boy called Harry, and I'm just waiting for him to swing by." I blushed, and he gave me a knowing grin.

"Christine's got a crush, Christine's got a crush!" He chanted, while I kept smacking his arm to stop him. The place was almost empty at this time, so she always made sure to come by this time.

"Christine's got a-" the bell dinged.

Was it Harry, it had to be Harry.

My heart beat just rose by 29592919 tines.

A guy walked in, wearing a loose unbuttoned shirt a little bit above the chest area, and ripped skinny jeans. He had long curly hair, coming down in curls and gorgeous green eyes.

Why did he look familiar tho-

"Hey, Christine." He spoke, sending shivers down my spine.

Harry?

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