What The Heart Wants (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

~Our innocence creates works of fiction that we would rather choose to believe over the truth, lies spun from the thoughts of childlike minds, with no worries, and not a single thought to dwell on..~ (author)

"Emalie Summers", please confirm your attendance", droned a middle aged lady with bad dental hygiene and a distasteful sense of fashion.

The room was shrouded in a veil of silence as I poked my head in front of a book I had been vigourusley reading with a deadset attempt to finish before summer break, which had ended 11 hours ago.

"Here", I attempted to say with much confidence, instead it choked and fell sadly from my chapped lips, and a round of laughter filled the room.

College was just as bad as highschool, and if anything, the students were varsly more immature than the ones I had encountered in my 5 years of highschool. They found joy in attacking the weak link, and if you'd guessed correctly from my pathetic greeting, I was the weak link in all of a school with over 3,000+ students.

"Hey Emalie, wanna confirm your attendance again, I'm not sure Miss Davies heard you properly", a kid in the front row remarked. I was too lazy with names and so I hadn't bothered to pick his up, unsurprisingly, Miss Davies had.

"Sanders, enough", Miss Davies chastised, before continuing with the ID attendance for morning class.

I groaned, dreading the fact that I was stupid enough to have gotten out of bed at all today. Sinking further into my seat, I prayed that lunch would come quicker than anticipated.

Having no such luck, I sat, attempting to resolve complicated real life situations in a classroom setting, having pieces of paper tossed at me the whole time.

When the bell rang for recess, I couldn't have been more thankful. I shot up from my seat and barrelled out of the classroom, eager to be the first to the music studio in the upper east wing of the school.

But today just wasn't my day.

The room was occupied by several students, and I wasn't in the mood to participate in group discussion, let alone perform in front of people who would ultimately end up making fun of me for the way I acted or the way my voice sounded compared to theirs.

I grumpily trudged up to my room in the west wing, completely skipping out on lunch, and instead seeking the comfort of my four walls that I had all to myself.

Musical equipment littered the floor on my room and hung on the walls, posters of my favourite bands, indie bands that no one had ever heard of, and my laptop and can com in the corner surrounded me, and I was content, alone and satisfied.

I grabbed my laptop and threw myself on my bed, sighing in content, before flipping open my laptop and signing in.

The screen flashed brightly, signalling that I had a Skype request. I clicked accept and eagerly waited until a males figure popped up, dark green eyes staring intently back at me.

"Josh!", I shrieked, my mood going from shitty to alarmingly happy almost instantaneously.

"Emalie", he hummed. "How's my beautiful girl?"

I smiled as he complimented me, unable to help myself from displaying the love I felt at that very moment.

"I'm doing great", I lied. A white lie, I reminded myself. "How about you babe?"

"That's good, I'm fine. Have you made any friends yet baby girl?", he cooed softly and i frowned slightly.

"Oh plenty", and by plenty, I meant that I had befriended the weirdest guys on campus, who smoke pot for a living and enjoy bad rom coms. "I'm doing fine", I faked a tight smile, in order to make myself believable.

Josh must have been a little of the dumb side today because he nodded and replied with "that's great", before announcing that he had to leave for school.

Josh was in highschool still and his classes were a lot more regular than mine. I missed him. He was back home in sunny Utah, whilst I was stuck in drizzly England, attending my college courses, some day hoping to graduate with a music degree and make it big as a vocalist in Hollywood.

They were dreams that were almost impossible, but I hoped that I could at least entertain with my music and bring a smile to the faces of the people who bothered to stop and listen.

After signing out of my Skype account, I shuffled through the papers on my desk, searching for my newest time table which had arrived yesterday afternoon. Amongst all the papers, I had lost it.

I groaned in frustrated, throwing my hands up in the air, as paper breezed across the room.

"Easy tiger, don't want to anger the paper".

I shrieked, spinning around quickly, only to come face to face with the dark eyes of Drew, one of my pot smoking friends, and one of the few people who bothered speaking with me.

"Fucking hell Drew, you scared the shit out of me".

"Great. That's what I'd hoped to do on this lovely Monday morning".

"What are you even doing here anyway?", I asked, as I continued to search for my time table, as Drew made himself comfy on my bed.

"I have a spare", he said matter of factly.

"And?"

"I thought I'd come entertain my favourite girl", he smirked, well aware he was getting on my nerves.

"And what if I had class? What would you do then?", I challenged.

"Well according to this, you have a spare too", Drew smirked, holding up a piece of paper which resembled my time table.

I shrieked and ripped it away from him, clingy to the flimsy piece of paper that I promised to never lose again.

"What did you wanna do?", I groaned, knowing quite well what he would want to do.

He laughed softly.

"I wanna get high with you Emalie", he purred suductively, his tounge travelling slowly along his top lip, before sliding back inside his mouth.

"And what if I object?"

"Believe me Emalie, no one EVER says no to the Drew-master. Now get your cute silly butt over here and smoke some freaking pot with me, you uptight, skeptical, no fun excuse of a college girl".

I laughed at his miserable attempt of getting me to rebel with him, but silently agreed, moving across the room and taking a seat next to him.

I guess there's always a first for everything, no matter how stupid or illegal the situation may or may not be.

"That's my girl", he cheered, satisfied knowing that he had won this round.

A/n. I haven't written in a long time but I intend to be dedicated to this story. If there's going to be anytime that I slack off, it will most likely be the first 5 days.. After that should be fine. I hope you enjoy this short snippet into the story.. It's a Harry story but obviously Harry is yet to make an appearance, but thankyou for reading// I hope you enjoyed.
Make sure you vote/ leave a comment... It encourages me. :) song was just what I was listening to as I wrote. Xxxxxxxxxx SELena Gomez pic bc that's Emalie.