PREFACE

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PREFACE

"Oh my god, it's little miss perfect, strutting around in her little skirt and red stilettos, how cute." I turned to see who it was; unsurprisingly it was Harry and his group of friends standing against the wall all smug. I know as a first year student and all you don't usually know that much, but with Harry's reputation, how could you not know who and what he is?

I put my schedule I was looking at in my shoulder bag and walked over to them. I wasn't going to be a little wuss that they can push around and make fun of as they please, I'm not a kid anymore, and this isn't high school. "Awh is little Miss perfect going to give us a little speech?" it was Harry, tugging at the hem of my blouse.

"Styles, hold your hand there any longer and I swear you'll be the one pulling back a stump." I added a little death glare to that. "Oh is that so? Sorry to be a downer sweetheart, but the only thing perfect and slightly intimidating about you are your clothes, loosen up a little" he reached for the top two buttons of my blouse and suddenly unbuttoned it. I immediately slapped his hand away and buttoned them up again quickly earning a small whistle from one of his friends in the process.

"Well, Harry, at least I don't dress like a hobo, and I'm not one of your little sluts you can screw around with and dump when you're bored, so don't expect me to dress like them. Do me a favour and bugger off will ya?"

Harry nodded his head in response. I turned around to walk away but he grabbed my arm making me flinch and turn around to face him. "You get kind of cute when you're mad" I just rolled my eyes at him but before I knew it I was on the ground as he bent down and pulled off one of my shoes and ran in the other direction, he was heading for the fountain.

I ran as fast as I could to catch up with him but froze as he dangled my shoe in the air above the water. "Styles! Don't you dare!"

He smirked. What the hell! Why is he amused? "Oops, it slipped." With that he dropped my shoe in the fountain.


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