Unexpected Us // HAYLOR AU //

Trouble

Harry Styles' POV

I'm really glad  I met Taylor on the first day of my class. I don't think I can trust anyone here, specially the girls. They've been drooling all over me all day. But it's no problem. I get that a lot. I just don't date whores, never.

I think Taylor is really nice. I like her smile and her attitude. I wonder why she hesitated becoming my friend. Maybe she was having a hard time making friends or maybe she is shy.

I admit I love her blonde, curly hair. The way it flows with the wind is really fantastic and attracting. Her red lips was also a thing that I liked about her. It suits her very well.

As I walked out of the room, I tried catching up to Taylor. At first I was catching up, but then a moment later I lost sight of her. I think someone just pulled her away.

Suddenly, the separated groups of students gathered together.

I got curious so I tried to see what was happening.

When I caught sight of what happened, my eyes were as wide as the moon.

"You know, you shouldn't be around him! You shouldn't be bitching around people, specially Harry Styles!

What?

Several girls started throwing their lunch at her, some pulled her hair, while some are nagging at her endlessly. I knew I had to do something.

"HEY!" I screamed, running towards Taylor. "Stop it! She's bitching no one, so shut up, people!"

"Harry, someone like you doesn't need to be friends with this whore! She's a freaking witch! I mean, look at you, tall, handsome, and well-built! We wouldn't want that to be wasted, would you? Come on, be mine. I like you, Styles." The brunette shouted.

I carried Taylor and realized she lost consciousness. Damn. I looked at that girl once again, and said, "Nobody gives a crap about what persons like you want or like," then went away.

I heard several sobs from the girl, but I didn't bother looking back. Taylor was all dirty and hurt. The only thing I know right now is that she needs care.

"Hey! Where the heck are you taking Taylor?!" a loud voice behind me said. Then someone suddenly started spanking me at the back. I looked back at the culprit responsible for that.

"What the heck, Miss?!"

"What the heck your face! Where are you taking my best friend!?"

"What the-- didn't you see she got beaten up by those mean girls and I'm only trying to help?!"

"Oh. Sorry!" She smiled. "By the way, I'm Taylor's best friend, Selena. You must be Harry."

"How come everyone knows me here? I mean, it's my first day here."

"Okay, let me explain." She took a deep breath and continued, "You see, there's a really, really, really famous girl here in school. Her name's Victoria Summers. She gets what she wants. Every guy likes her. Every girl wants to be her pal. But actually she's just a living doll. Yeah, pretty, but plastic and brainless. You  see, when she wants something, it's like a virus. Everyone finds out in just a snap. That's how famous she is."

"I don't care who she is," I said. "I need to take care of Taylor right now. I mean, just look at her." Then I walked straight to my car. I don't care if I'm about to skip my classes with what I'm doing right now. She's my friend.

I lied her down the shotgun seat. I got in and started the engine. I looked at her before driving. Hopefully she'll be fine.

5 hours later...

I was watching over Taylor. I couldn't help but pity her. Why would they do such a thing to her?

She opened up her eyes and quickly got up. "What the-- Where am I?!"

"Calm down. You're at my house."

"WHAT?! How?" She freaked out.

"Don't you remember?" I said, brushing my hair with my finger. "You fainted earlier when those mean girls picked on you."

She stopped for the moment and said, "Wait! So we skipped the remaining classes?!"

"Yeah."

"I never skipped a class before." She looked blue.

"Well, there's always a first time." I smiled, and she smiled right back.

The awkwardness was all over the place so I had to cut it.

"Why were they picking on you?"

She hesitated, opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked away and said, "Would you run if I tell you?"

I tucked her loose hair behind her ear. "How bad could it be?"

"Very bad."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'm listening, then."

"Really?" her eyes widened.

"Really."

"Look, it's a long story. You'll just die of boredom with my sob stories."

"But I love long stories," I remarked, pouting.

"You sure?"

"Sure," I sighed. "Let it all out."

"Okay, here goes nothing," she breathed deeply before starting. "You see, before you came here, I was pretty much the highlight of this school. I was famous for my skills and intelligence. I had a boyfriend. He was famous and all -- handsome, amazing, and surprisingly smart. He attracted me and then we started dating on his birthday. Then a few months ago, another school year started. There was this new transferee named Victoria Summers. She was the kind of person who's way good-looking than I ever was. A few days, she started making scenes in crowded places. I decided to ignore it. Then, I went to the garden I've always been to. In the corner, I saw Victoria and my boyfriend kissing and making out. I cried all night. But I didn't break up with him. I tried reaching out to him but he always says he's busy. He couldn't find even the smallest time for me, but I wasn't surprised because I knew why. One day, he decided to meet up with me. I was so happy that time, until he told me that he wanted to break up with me. Those words were deafening. But I let him go anyway. A few weeks after that, people have been looking at me strangely weird. I found myself being bullied by groups of students. I was called a slut, a bitch, a weirdo. The new highlight was Victoria. Everyone listens to everything she says. She back stabbed me for no good reason at all. Since then, I was never welcomed here."

Mind-blowned.

I couldn't find the words to say. I was struggling in talking. But, I didn't want her to think that right now, I think she's a bad person.

"That's... That's terrible... I.."

"It's okay. I'm going home now."

I watched her as she picked her bag up and composed herself. She waved me goodbye and then left my room. I was left in my room, speechless.

She needs help.

She needs my help.