The Bad Boy. //Harry Styles//

My half aleep body struggled against me as I reached over, harshly hitting the alarm clock on the bedside table. I sat up, repeatedly rubbing over my eyes. Once I felt I had the strength, I got up, clumsily walking to my closet and grabbing random articles looking for something good to wear. I stopped throwing them on my bed as I held a one shoulder sweater. It had floral design all over it, but in the center it had a small golden heart. I smiled as I threw it over my small body. I continued to throw jeans onto the bed, stopping once again as I came across white skinny jeans. I pulled them up, doing a small dance for a moment before walking to my bathroom. Deciding on waves for my long 'Honey' brown hair. After countless minutes of curling I was finally done, grabbing my liquid eyeliner I did 'Cat Eye' and thick mascara on my icy blue eyes. I brushed my teeth and mouth washed before grabbing the clear lip gloss and dragging it across my lips. I peeked my head out the door, cursing as I saw the time, "Lacey! You're going to be late if you don't hurry, love!" "I'm aware, mum!" I sighed as I grabbed my socks pulling them on my feet before grabbing my black spiked combat boots. I slipped them on before tying them and running downstairs.

"Morning, Lace!" My mum hollered from the kitchen as I packed my bag. "Morning, mum!" I ran to the kitchen giving her a quick peck on the cheek and grabbing a apple. "You look lovely!" "Thanks!" I muttered as I ran to the door. "Don't forget, I won't be home all night and you have to call your father!" I stopped in my tracks, a large sigh escaping my lips. My father; Travis. We all lived in London when I was born until I was three and they decided they couldn't make it work. My father got custody, and he moved us to Australia as mum stayed here. One day around a month ago he got a call, and was told if he moved to Sweden he'd get payed triple more than he was in Australia. He didn't want me staying there with him because he wouldn't be home at all barely. He forced me here and we've been fighting ever since. I turned around, giving her a small nod and walked out, shutting the door gently behind me.

I walked down the sidewalk, scrolling through my facebook from my phone. I felt someone poke me on the shoulder, repeatedly doing so until I gave in, turning around. A boy stood, his blue eyes looking curiously at me. His brown hair looked soft strewn across his forehead. "Can I help you?" I curiously asked as he still stared at me. "I just don't recognize you, and I know everyone here." He had a high british voice, fitting his look perfectly. "Are you new?" "Gee, how did yah guess, mate?" "Ohh, sassy and Australian, that's new." I let out a small laugh, going to turn around, "Wait!" He said as he gently grabbed my shoulder turning me back to him, "I'm Louis!" "Hello, Louis! I'm Lacey." I gave him a smile as he let out a chuckle. "Given as you are new, I want to be your friend. Plus, I like your personality!" "Well, given as I haven't made any friends yet, I'd be delighted for you to be my friend." I winked, turning around again and walking. He jogged up beside me before walking also, keeping us in conversation. "Favorite color?" "Baby blue, you?" "Red! Favorite movie?" "Uhm... I don't know actually." I shrugged and smiled once I saw we were close. "I'm so excited! I wanna introduce you to the crew!" This boy was full of energy! We got to the gates that were open and walked on the school grounds, groups were huddled together, talking among themselves.

"Eleanor! Liam! Bring the rest of the crew, I want you guys to meet someone!" He yelled across the large school yard. They gave him a small nod running to get the 'crew'. They came back minutes later, a few people following. "Alright, Lacey! This is Niall, Liam, Danielle, Perrie, Jade, and Blake!" He pointed to them as he talked, I would give small nods to demestrate I understood. "And guys, this is Lacey! She's our new member to the clique!" They all nodded and individually coming up to me giving short hugs and a brief conversation. "Oh! And Eleanor here is my lovely girlfriend!" She shyly gave me a wave as he wrapped his arms around her waist. I laughed and nodded, turning and looking around the school yard.

I could tell where the popular kids were, I could tell where the nerds were, the 'weirdos', the goth, and finally the bad boys. I looked at them, studying them. One had black hair, put up in a quiff, he had a defined jaw, a cigarette hung loosely from his mouth as he carried a conversation. Another one had bleached hair, along with a lip ring which his tongue playfully played with as he talked to the boy with black hair. Another one looked out of place; like he didn't wanna be there. He hung his head low, his light brown hair swaying  as he kicked a few rocks with his feet, not caring what was happening in the current conversation. And last but not least a boy stood, he looked like the leader the way he scanned everyone in front of him He didn't bother to participate in the conversation being held. He had curly chestnut brown hair, a lip ring, an eyebrow peircing, and his arms were cloaked in tattoos. He wore a v-neck, one that most certainly showed everything and tight black skinny jeans, holes in certain places. I went back to study his face again, but gasped as I realized he was looking right at me. A smirk crossed his features as he watched me before his tounge slid out over his lips.  I turned around and quickly joined the conversation being held.

The bell rung and the school doors opened. Everyone pushed inside but Louis grabbed my wrist laughing, "Don't try to go yet, unless you wanna be stomped and walked on, love," I let out a small laugh, nodding and staying in my spot. "Hey Lou?" I questioned as I turned to look at him, "Yes?" "Who are they? Like their names?" I asked pointing towards the 'bad boys'. He frowned, confused on why I wanted to know but started to speak, "Well the black haired one is Zayn, he is the second leader of the group; the underdog. The blonde one is Tyler.  He's just a regular person of the gang. The light brown haired boy is Toni, he was forced in the gang by Tyler, they're faternal twins, and last is the leader, Harry. He's the most dangerous out of them. He's done the most; some even say he's killed. Whatever you do, Lace, don't get involved with him. Just try to avoid him. Okay, love?" I nodded, starting to walk as most of the people had cleared. The 'clique' I was now in followed closely, chatting among themselves. "Hey, Tomlinson." A raspy voice spoke behind us all. Louis looked startled; afraid. We turned around and there stood the 'bad' gang Louis had just seconds ago spoke about. "Who's your gorgeous friend?" "Uh.I-" "Spit it out." He growled as annoyance quickly crossed his features. "L-Lacey" He stutterd, giving me a 'Sorry' glance.

"Lacey." He said more to himself. "I like it, come here, love." I nearly choked. The halls had now cleared and our 'clique' had left us and gone to class. Only me and Louis currently remained. "I think I'm good over here with Louis." I quietly said as he took a step closer. "Lacey. Now." He spoke harshly, annoyance still crossed on his features. He sighed when I hadn't moved, nodding to Zayn and the one called Toni. They quickly walked to me, Zayn harshly grabbed my upper arm as Toni gently gripped the opposite side, giving me a pitiful look. I was dragged to him, whimpering as Zayn squeezed my arm even harder as I struggled. I was placed directly in front of him, I noticed he had bright green eyes and I realized if I wasn't so scared I would actually think he was attractive. He smirked at me as they let me go. Bringing a hand up to my cheek he gently stroked it with his thumb, he dipped his head down to my ear, "I already like you." He whispered sending shivers down my spine. "I'll get you at lunch, you will sit with us. I plan on getting to know you." He winked at me before he strolled away, his clique following close behind him. I sat frozen, still confused on what had happened. Lou gripped my arm, dragging me to my locker begging me to get my things, also begging for forgiveness. What had he done though? Harry had done it. This was going to be an interesting first day.