The Perfect Stranger(punk one direction)

She was fresh out of high school. He was a dropout. She was a planner. He didn't care what happened. She was an aspiring writer. And he was the only thing that could stop her.

Chapter 1::::::::::::::

I take a deep breath as I walk through the doors of my high school for the last time. The last day of senior year couldn't have gone any more perfect.

People were in groups hugging and crying, while some were high-tailing it out of here as fast as possible.

The ones rushing off of campus mainly ranging from freshmen to juniors since today's wasn't the last day they would see eachother.

I, however, walk away smiling and hugging my books tightly to my chest.

It isn't that I want to push my childhood behind me and forget about it or that I don't care. Its just that I have better things to do then dwell on what is now the past.

Besides, there is no point in wasting my time being sappy with people who don't actually even like me.

Some people plan to stay here, letting their lives fade before them, but not me. I am going straight home and waiting for my exception letter to come to the mail. I fully plan to go to Princeton, University in New Jersey.

Sure it is a difficult college to get into, but I am Valedictorian and I'm in the top 5% of my class. It isn't just the grades that will get me my letter. It is the fact that I not only joined, but ran nearly every school club.

The bottom line is, that if I don't make it into this college my life will be over. The last thing that I want to do it rot in this town and end up being a lunch lady for a prison.

I finally make it home, after enduring a long walk through the freezing wind.

Seattle is chilly today, despite it being the summer time, but I don't mind.

I love the feeling of the cold air on my skin.

I open the door, slipping off my flats and placing them in the designated spot by the door. My bag gets hung on the hook inside of a small storage closet and I skip into the kitchen to make a snack for myself.

I am an only child, much to my dismay.

Since I was four I wanted a little brother or sister, but my parents weren't too into the idea.

They have been married since before I was born and their marriage hasn't faulted once. That's what I want. A perfect marriage. The only difference would be that I want three children.

Two boys and one girl. Of course if that isn't what I get I will still be happy.

I know what you're thinking. Yes, I am a crazy person who plans everything and hates surprises. It isn't my fault though.

I dip a carrot into my small bowl of ranch and bite off a piece. "Leah, is that you?" My mother calls from the office.

My eyes light up, hearing her voice. She normally wasn't home when I got home so this was a pleasant surprise for me.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen!" I reply, grabbing my food and jogging upstairs with it. I completely disregarded lunch, considering all of the stress I was under.

I walk into the office, hugging my mom and taking a step back. "You're home early." I tell her, smiling.

She folds another pair of shorts and lays them in a pile. "I am aren't I? My boss let me come home early today to celebrate the summer."

I nod. "That's great mom."

She hands me a second basket of laundry that I didn't even notice was there. "Do you mind helping me out a little? I need to start cooking soon for the party and you need to start getting ready. Your hair is all disheveled from walking home in that ruthless wind."