Chapter 2

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Harry's P.O.V.~

"You've ran before and I found you. You can't hide from me forever, you know i always get what I want." I'm hiding underneath a car in the school parking lot. I hear footsteps approaching as I hold my breath. I see feet stop right in front of my face. My shoulder is bleeding as I try to muffle my whimper. I fail. A small whimper escapes regardless of my attempt to keep quiet. and then... BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. My damp hair is stuck to my forehead as my eyes flutter open. I check myself for any wounds. I have none.

"It was just a nightmare. Ha, there is no way they can track me down."

I'm finally away from them and it can only get better from here.

I get dressed for school and when i'm coming down the stairs, the aroma of chocolate chip pancakes sets me on overdrive. I start to rush down the remaining steps and plop down on the chair. My mom sets a plate down in front of me. I start to dig in right as her hands leave the plate.

"Well good morning to you too" she says while rolling her eyes and trying to contain her laughter.

"Gwood morwin" I reply with a mouthful of chewed up pancakes.

After i finish eating breakfast, Mike drives me to school. I'm still waiting for my car to come over from New York.

"Hey Mike"

"Ready for your first day, Styles?"

"As ready as i'll ever be," and with that he zooms off in the direction of the school. When we finally arrive, I get out of the car and head straight to my locker, parting ways with Mike. 1228...1229...1230... ah ha 1231. I struggle to open my locker. A girl with eyes as blue as the sky, and jet black hair notices my struggle and approaches me. She's slightly shorter than me but not by much.

"Hey, you need some help there?" She asks in a voice as sweet as honey.

"Um, yeah. I'm new here, and I don't know how to open my locker." She opens it on the first try.

"I'm Genivieve, but you can call me Gen."

"I'm Harry, but some people call me Styles."

"Well Styles, can I see your schedule?" I hand her my schedule and to my pleasant surprise we have all the same classes together except sixth. She has Track while I have  weight lifting.

We walk to our first period together. Maybe this year won't be too bad. I mean so far its already off to a "hot" start.

A/N:
Thank you to my editor PatrickStump5ever

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