Remember (A Harry Styles Fanfic) (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

"Come on, mate. Get your lazy arse up!" Louis says. I ignore him. "You asked for it!" he says, jumping on top of me.

"Damn, Louis! How much do you weigh!?" I say, pushing him off of me.

"It's my volumptuous arse that carries all the weight."

"Gross."

"You love it, really."

"I don't, though. Can you leave so I can get dressed?"

"Sure, Harry. Just don't take 90 million hours."

"'Kay," I agree, trying to push him out the door of my room. I finally succeed and shut it, locking it too.

I walk over to my balcony still in my pyjamas, which are just a pair of boxers. Big mistake. As soon as I pull back the curtains, I'm bombarded by fans and reporters with cameras standing down below.

"Harry! Harry, I love you!" one girl shouts.

"Harry! Give me some of your gravy!" calls another.

"Harry! Is it true you're dating Jennifer Lawrence?" a reporter yells, snapping pics.

"Harry! Is it true you and the boys are going back to school?" another reporter says, trying to be the loudest.

"Piss off!" I shout to them all, going back into my room and drawing the curtains.

I walk over to my closet and pull out skinny jeans and a white v-neck shirt. Showering quickly, I put them on along with brown combat boots. I blowdry my hair and head downstairs. Liam, Zayn, and Niall are at the table, eating breakie.

"Where's Lou?" I ask.

"With El," Zayn replies, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah, like you're any better. You're always with Pez," I tease. He grunts.

"If Louis' late, I swear, I'll... I'll... stomp on his foot," Liam says, frowning. We all laugh.

"Wow Liam, that's a serious threat," Niall says between chortles. Liam scrunches up his nose.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask.

"Toenails," Zayn jokes.

"Sweet," I reply, putting six pancakes on my plate.

"You're almost as bad as Niall," Liam says.

"Is not. I got TEN pancakes," Niall says, his mouth full of food. We laugh.

Just then, Louis walks in the door with a big grin on his face. I roll my eyes.

"Someone got laid," I say. Louis narrows his eyes at me.

"Piss off. You're just jealous. It's been what, a year? since your last serious girlfriend," he sneers. That strikes a nerve. I grab my school bag and head out to Zayn's Bentley, ignoring them calling after me.

"Now you've done it," I hear Liam say to Louis.

I drive to the school we will be attending. William's Academy. It's a coed private school. As soon as I pull up, fans who also go here swarm the car like angry bees.

"Hi Harry," a petite ginger says, "I'm Bellissa." I'm about to tell them to piss off when I realize I'll have to go to school with them. Might as well play nice.

"Hi, Bellissa. That's a lovely name," I say, shaking her hand. Her eyes widen and she blushes.

"T-thank you," she stammers.

"Where are the other boys?" a tall brunette asks.

"Ed's picking 'em up," I reply.

"Why aren't you with them?"