Hi guys! Welcome to Concealed! I'm so excited to write this story for you guys. It's going to be pretty good I'd say. I was so sick of cliche fan fictions where Harry is dark or is famous so I wanted to turn the tables a little. This story will have strong language, violence and substance abuse, so if you're not comfortable with that then I wouldn't read this. There will also be intended intimate scenes but I don't write porn so that won't be much of an issue. Also be patient with Noelle! She will open up as time goes on so don't get frustrated with her or bored with the story because action will come I just need to build first. Okay this is super long, so I'll let you start the chapter. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Please vote. Much love. xx
-Shelby
Harry's POV
I walked down the cold street of my neighborhood, returning from school. I lugged my heavy back pack on my back. No wonder why my posture looks like I've been kicked in the gut permanently. I can't wait to graduate in six months. Summer can't come sooner.
As the music from my headphones filled my ears.
I kept my eyes on the road, watching large houses sweep by me, as my feet carried me to my home.
When I reached my stone house, I walked up into the driveway, stopping by the mailbox. I peered across the street, seeing thick trees lining behind one of the biggest houses in our neighborhood. The black pavement lead up to a brick house, which had a black door with matching black shutters. It had eight windows on the outside of the top story, along with a balcony connecting to one of the bedrooms, and six on the bottom. It had a bay window, sticking out from the side of the outside of the lower level.
Cars and moving trucks occupied the driveway, and parked in front of the house.
Someone finally moved in, I thought to myself.
I noticed a tall girl with a black beanie, which brown, purpleish hair spilled out of the bottom walking to the front door carrying a box. Her long legs stride to the front door.
"Need any help?" I shouted from across the street. She didn't even look at me, and I noticed earbuds occupied her hearing.
I set my back pack down by the mailbox, and crossed the street to meet the girl. She returned to the truck empty handed by the time I approached her, and the white wires still led up to her ears. She looked at me coldly, locking her green eyes with mine.
She grabbed a box out of the moving truck with breaking the gaze. She stared at me, seeming like she could look into my soul.
"Hi, can I help you?" I asked her.
She shook her head no and walked away from me. I grabbed a box anyway and followed her.
She pulled one bud out of her ear.
"I don't need help," she said coldly.
"I'm trying to be friendly," I said. "I'm Harry, what's your name?"
"Doesn't matter, go home. I don't need help." She said placing the bud back in her ear and walking back to the trunk to retrieve another box.
I followed her once more, mimicking her actions.
"Harry I said I don't need any fucking help. Jesus, just leave," she spat. I walked the box up to the front porch.
"I just wanted to help," I said timidly. God she couldn't be any more of a bitch if she tried. She set the box down next to me, and I got a look at her shoes. She wore black Keds, and gray tube socks along with black skinny jeans that gripped her long legs and a plaid flannel. Her fingers possessed many rings. Each finger had two or more rings on them. She also had a silver nose ring that wrapped around her right nostril.
"If you could stop staring at me if appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by Harry, I'm so glad I got to meet you. Yay my first friend," she smiled sarcastically. I turned on my heels and shivered from not only the weather but her rudeness. Something about her intrigued me. Not only is she beautiful, but her green eyes held no life. They were simply dead, and I want to know why.
I walked back to my house, retrieving the mail along with my book bag, and wondering about the girl that wouldn't even tell me her name.
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