And Then You Came Along.. (Marcel fanfiction)

Introduction

I still remember the first day I saw Harry Styles. He was ten, I was nine. He moved in two blocks away from my house and I decided right away that I was going to marry him. For the next three years, my Ken doll was re-named Harry and forced to stage an endless march down the aisle with the doll I used to represent the adult I wanted to become.

We went to the same school but he was a year higher than me. But I do walk past him with his friends at lunch, I just never really had the guts to talk to him.

He was way out of my league. He was Ken and well, I wasn't Barbie. Infact, I was far from her. I had boring hazel eyes, brown freckles dotted my nose and I didn't have flowy blonde hair. I didn't really figure out if he was interested in me because I had to move after 7th grade. I haven't seen him since. My ''little'' crush died down.

I was an N.P.A person. What does that stand for? No permanent address. I had to move quite a lot when I was younger and I grew independent and braver due to that.

Now, I'm 16 years old and about to start 11th grade in another unfamiliar high school, Parker High. Nothing much changed about me, still the same Hayley Smith. Except I was mom-less. She died in a car crash three years ago. It was a depressing time for me and my dad. I remember crying every night and not wanting to go to school. I had no one but my dad so I had to help myself knowing my dad was a wreck too. 

So yeah, new school and all. I hope it all works out.