Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Giggles, screams, and talking students filled the hallway as I walk in. I look side to side to see the room I belong to, though it’s very impossible for me to find it because of the crowd searching for the same thing. “Oh!” I mumble as I look down to the person I bump, “Sorry” I said as I reach my hand out to her, she shook her head and stands, “It’s alright” she smiles and bring her hands to the uneven position of her glasses. “I’m Daphne.” She introduces and opens the topic,

“I’m Eya Crayson.”

 “Must be a new student?”

 “Uh, yes.”

I and Daphne walk along the hallway and keep on talking, getting to know each other.

“What transfers you here?”

“My mom and dad, their job is here, and I need to be with them.”

Daphne nods to my answer and she gives me a friendly smile. Before I could walk further after her, she pulls me beside her. I tilted my head and look at her questioningly.

“Why?”

“Shh just—“

She was cut off and the crowd went into a deep silence, Daphne’s hold got loose on mine as the crowd put themselves to the side. “Hey Eya come here.” Daphne whispers. But enough for me to hear it, then she pointed to the place on where she is, or where they are. I didn’t complain and did what she says.

Two shadows of men started to appear on the scene, as their faces were clearly shown, you can trace that they’re twins based on their looks. They’re attractive, lovely, but frightening at all, maybe it’s on their personalities that describes them the most, mysterious.

They continued on walking, not giving a glance to the person on their sides. “Who are they?” I whisper to Daphne who obviously looking at the two guys walking, passing us. “Styles Brothers.” I was about to ask more when we hear the bell rings. “By the way Eya.” Daphne continued, “What’s your class room number?” I was thinking that she’ll going to widen her answer about the Styles brothers, but then I’m wrong. “A-403” I answer, “We got the same.” She smiles.

I’m keeping my track behind her because she knows where our room is, she’s an old student. Until we got on the room, my eyes flutter in every sides of it, examining the new faces. On the corner of the room, just near the windows, I found an empty seat. “I’ll sit over there.” I said in lowly voice, pointing the empty chair I’ve found. “Oh ok then, I’m gonna sit here.” She answers, I turn my back to her, but not when I hear her adds, “And when you need something just go here.” I face her and smiles and proceed to my throne at the back. Seconds later, the pretty professor has come, standing in a high stiletto and wearing the professor’s uniform, “Good day, I am Ms. Haley.” She started. The class is already going on when a knock on the door interrupted the class. The door opens and the Styles Brothers, it was them who knock. “Please choose your sit.” Apparently, there are two last seats beside me and I don’t know if I should feel lucky sitting beside these lovely guys who captivates my eyes or count for my remaining seconds here in the university, or rather, my life.

*Break time*

“So what’s with the Styles?” Daphne asks handing me a tray of foods, I smiled at her signing as a thank you, “Well I think, I should be the one asking you that. I don’t know them.” We found a table for us and we occupy the space putting our trays down. I got the sandwich on my mouth, my eyes trails everywhere studying the parts of the canteen. “Hmm. They’re rich, influence, magnets to the girls, and guys you shouldn’t mess up with.” My attention turns to her, I swallow the food and I look at her, still confuse,

“What do you mean? Messing up with them?”

“They’re dangerous. They hold many gangs that could wait you outside the university and kill you in no time. Actually, they could also do it by their selves.”

I put my sandwich down as I notice that I was still holding it, mouth open. Now I know the reason why students are so afraid of them, including me. A question is jumping on my mind, and suddenly slips on my lips,

“They don’t have girlfriends in that case. Probably?”

“How come?”

“Because they’re dangerous, you said it right?”

“And I said that they’re magnet to the girls.”

“Ah, oh yeah, I forgot sorry.”

“Are you interested on them?”

“Huh? No. I was just curious.”

“They had LOTS of girlfriends, at the same time.”

“Oh. Cool? By the way, what are their names? I can’t ask them now that I know their standings here.”

Daphne shot her eyes on my back. I tilted back and saw the two guys, currently our topic is. They walk towards the counter, my eyes darted on them. “The one with shades is Harry and the one with not, he’s Hazza.” Daphne effortlessly introduces. Harry looks more dangerous than Hazza. I know they’re just almost similar but my senses crawling up to my nerves saying it is.

*Class Hours*

We heard the bell rings again, signalizing it’s time for the next class. We walk along the hallway and enter our room. My feet takes me to my seat, at the back, beside the—. I was cracked up, I thought my seat is beside the window, but now, my bag is in the center of Harry and Hazza, and Harry is on my seat which supposed to be mine, and Hazza’s staying on his seat on my right. “That’s my seat.” I protest looking straight in Harry’s eyes like a strong girl, but I feel my inner nerves are trembling, and my peripheral vision can tell that the class started to look at me. I don’t even care, the seat is not a big deal though, but can he just ask permission before moving my things out of the chair? Harry then, smirks at me, “Just sit here babe.” I was annoyed hearing him calling me ‘babe’ ugh. “Sorry? I’m Eya not babe.” I answer harshly. I feel Hazza stood behind me, I was a little startled when I feel him hold my hand, “Eya’s not a beautiful name, much better if it’s babe. So just sit here, we’re not gonna try anything on you.” Hazza grins. He then whispers on my ear, “Because we’re in the classroom.” I suddenly felt my hands taking his hands off to mine. “Problem Ms. Crayson?” Ms. Haley asks, getting our attention. “N-none Ms Haley.” I don’t have any choice right now but to sit on the place where the brothers have put me. I just rolled my eyes at Hazza, “whatever” I mumble.