Harry.

Chapter 1

El's POV:

How did I meet Harry? Lemme explain the day that changed everything, the day something between us clicked. The day I think I fell in love with Harry Styles. Now, this was before he made it big time in One Direction...

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I'd never really been a fan of song writing but I found myself surprised with the outcome of the words I had written on the paper in front of me. There's only so many ways you can procrastinate from revising for upcoming exams anyway. I screw the crumpled paper up and slam dunk it into the bin at the end of my bed, And lean back against my wall covered in photographs from last summer, and the summer before, school friends, family, ex boyfriends, ex best friends. I never really knew why I loved my love for photographs of everything so much, maybe because that way I could never truly forget a moment. Which totally sucks if you want to forget something, but if something's so bad you want to forget it, isn't it worth remembering? I don't know... Maybe my theory is a little weird.

I never really understand why we have to take exams. We know the answers to the questions in English, but just don't know how to put it into words. We know the answers to the questions in maths, just not how to work it out without a calculator. We know the answers to the questions in science, we just don't know exactly which molecule and formulae are correct. But even so, I'm not much of a rebel so I follow the governments rules and I attend school every working day and I revise when I'm supposed to and I do homework when Im supposed to. I guess you could call me a bit of a 'keeno'.

It's my last week of this school. I hate it here; as soon as I finish my last exam I'm not coming back. I walk through the school halls, taking in the sweaty odours, graffiti and year 9 couples making out... Ew. I feel a shove against my shoulder, sending me into the nearby locker. I turn around to see Conor and his 'gang'... More like Conor and the 'psychopaths'

"You alright there, El?" Louis teases, I just nod and clutch my bag tighter. I'd been in these situations a lot.
"Huh? Yeah? Aw."
I nod again.
"Say something!" He says shoving my head backwards into the locker, it hurt so much but I didn't let it show.
"Oh? Didn't hurt? How about this!" He whispered in my ear, and taking his elbow and digging it in my side, causing me to cower and whimper in pain.
"More like it, baby" he says his hands feeling around the top of my thigh, sliding up. As I go to stop his hands he pushes his finger hard onto the inside of my thigh. I feel hot and heavy, but weak and defenceless to fight back so I just let him do his thing, his left hand grabs my face and yanks it up to his.

"You're looking beautiful today." He says spitting slightly in my face. I hear footsteps from the other corridor and by the look of things he does too as he lets go off me and I drop to the floor,
"That was nice, we should do it again sometime."
I crawled into the cubby hole beside the locker and curled into a ball, hiding from the teacher walking past.
When the clicking of the heels of her shoe fades away I feel myself burst into tears, salty drops fall into my mouth as I sob into my history homework.

"Ma'am, I believe you may be in need of a tissue"
I look up shocked and embarrassed that someone had seen me.
"Harry?" I whimper
"Come here," he says quietly scooping me up and leading me over to the old music room. No one ever used the old music room after we got all the iPads installed with garage band, it appears that no one was actually interesting in playing the actual instruments anymore. He sits me down on the table and pulls a pack of tissues from his pocket and puts them next to me.
"I saw what they did" he says after a while of silence and snivelling. I just look up and pull my blazer over myself some more.
"I've seen what they've done, should I say" Once again I just look up at him. He gets up and sits next to me,
"You're freezing, here," he says giving me his jacket to put over my blazer, "Asking if you're alright is probably like asking a girl who just got hit by a bus if she's unbroken"
I stifle a laugh
"Hey! Knock knock?"
I pause for a second before answering "Who's there?"
"Lil old lady"
"Lil old lady who?"
"I didn't know you could yodel!"
A laugh erupted from the chest and I ended up choking slightly, I gotta admit that's the worst joke I've ever heard, but that's why it's so funny!