Enmity ||Harry Styles||

Chapter 1

Beautiful lion. That's what my name means in England. that sure as he'll is not right. I'm nowhere close to frightening. in Germany my name means "eagle heroine." if I'm supposed to be of an eagle, where are my wings? why haven't I flown away yet? In America my name means "beautiful." Small world. That's also the Dutch meaning of my name. then there's Italy where my name means "beautiful girl." The world just got smaller.

I think the real meaning of my name is "answered prayer." That's the meaning of my name in Latin. I'm not saying that I am a gift from God, but this meaning came up most when I researched it. I actually think I'm a gift from hell, even though my dad tells me different. He hates me. I know he does, I feel he does.

"You're my gift from the heaven's above." He used to say.

Now he doesn't say much. Maybe he'll start a conversation, but it's rare now a days. All he does is take his pills, go to work, and sleep. The pills are for his depression. He's been depressed for the same amount of time I've been alive. He goes to work mostly so he doesn't have to stay in the house with me. I know that if he wanted he'd give up his job. All the sleeping is because he thinks there's nothing to stay awake for. I know he means it in a different way.

Last week we had moved. We moved from the house I grew up in. We moved from the state I've never left. We moved from everyone and everything we knew.

"It's good if we both get a fresh start." He had said when we were on the road.

"It's only good for you." I had replied to him coldly.

My dad had looked at me and sighed. He knows it's true. That's the only reason we were leaving. For him.

Now it was a new day. Monday to be exact. I got out of going to school last week, but now that wasn't possible.

I know how hard it is to be the new kid. You have the people that scoff at you, and give you dirty looks. Then the people that are nice, but you don't talk to. Finally the one or two people that are actually your friends. Or it's like in the movies with all the different cliques.

I'm usually judged. People tend to think I got a breast job. Sure they might be bigger than most girls, but they're natural. I've seen pictures of my mother. I definitely get my hourglass figure from her. I also have her brown eyes, and brunette hair. My dad has brown eyes too, but they're lighter. His hair is more of a honey color. I have a little Spanish in me from her side. I don't know how tall my mom was, but I'm only five foot four.

I was currently at school. Milly was showing me to all my classes. Sweet girl she is. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's very bubbly. Typical for a blonde. I was getting taught who to be with, and who to definitely stay away from.

This school was nothing like the movies or how schools usually are. Sure the guys stare at me- well my breasts. I get curious looks from girls, but they pay no attention to me. It's a big relief.

So far the day has been fine. In my classes I don't have to say my name and a few things about myself. I'm just introduced as the new student. Like I said, it's a relief, but I can still hear what they whisper about me.

"I'd definitely fuck her."

"Damn, she's so hot."

"I'm getting hard just looking at her."

That's when I stopped listening. The vulgar things they're saying make me uncomfortable. But then the girls in this school are nice.

"Shut the fuck up pervs."

"She hasn't even been at this school for five minutes, damn. Calm your dicks."

"I hope you all know she can probably hear all of you."

I turned around. The guys stared at me open mouthed and wide eyed. The girls just laughed at the. I raised my eyebrows and smiles sweetly at them.

"I'm flattered, but not interested." I said, and the girls giggled.

The boy with the dark brown hair leaned forward.

"That's what they all say sweetheart." He smirked at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Down boy." The red headed girl said. Then she looked at me. "Hey, I'm Hannah."

I smiled at her. "Arabella, but call me Bella."

Hannah nodded, then she pointed to the dark brown haired boy.

"That's Johnny." She said then pointed to the blonde boy. "That's Chad, Louis, Jamie, and Mel."

I smiled at them all.

"Welcome to Patterson High." Johnny smirked at me.

We talked through the rest of class. We didn't listen to the teacher talk about they book everybody was supposed to read. I learned a lot about them. Enough to know that Johnny humps anything that has a vagina and boobs. Chad and Hannah are the brains of the group. Jamie and Mel are fraternal twins. Louis is the joke of the group. I'm the newest member of this little group of theirs.

As soon as the bell rang we were all out the door. Johnny came up to me and threw his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him with raised eyebrows. He just smirked for the third time since I've known him. Milly came up to us with a scowl on her face.

"Why are you with these people." It wasn't even a question.

Hannah walked up to Milly. "We'll Amelia, we were just about to go to lunch. Now get your slutty self out of the way."

"Whatever. Look, Arabella, you're nice and all, but if you hang with them you can't hang with me." She said. I nodded my head.

"I'm starving. Let's go guys." I hear the girls giggling.

We walk to the cafeteria and Johnny leads me to a table. He takes a seat right next to me.

"What was up with that?" I ask.

Mel scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Amelia's a slutty whore that needs to calm her fucking tits."

I raise my eyebrows. After everybody has gotten their food, we dive into a conversation.

"So, Arabella, I'm having a party tonight." Louis says. I look at him.

"Yes Louis throws the best parties." Jamie say, clapping her hands.

"I'm not really a party person. Plus it's a school night. I sort don't want to come to school the next day with a hangover." I tell him. His mouth turns into a grin.

"All the more reason for you to come."

I smile at them all. "That didn't make sense, but okay-" I don't get to finish my sentence. My attention becomes fixated on the cafeteria doors opening.

I hadn't noticed when everybody got quiet, until now. Everybody is staring at the cafeteria doors just as I am. They're all waiting for someone to walk in. They all have wide eyes. Surprise and shock is clearly written on their faces. But I'm confused, so confused.

Just when I'm about to ask what's happening, he walks in. He walks through the cafeteria doors, past the tables without a care that everybody's gawking at him. I watch him as he ruffles his chocolate curls and pushes them back. He continues walking. Then his emerald green eyes land on my brown ones.

Every pair of eyes land on me. Their eyes widen a bit more. Gasps are heard. My eyes stay on his as I furrow my eyebrows. Then my eyes move to his lips that now holds a smirk. Then he left. He just turned around and walked out of the doors. Some people went back to their conversations, others still stared at me.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"Harry Styles." Jamie says like it's the most obvious thing. I shrug my shoulders.

"I'm new remember." I state more than ask.

"It doesn't really matter if you live in India. Everybody knows Harry Styles." Hannah says.

"And it's an opus Harry Styles knows you." Chad mutters.

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The music was loud. Everybody had red solo cups in their hands. When I walked past people I was constantly getting groped and grinded on. I've been looking for Hannah or any of them for the past hour. It was maybe one, and I was supposed to be home two hours ago.

Hannah had picked me up. Obviously she was my ride. I only saw Louis once. The twins weren't seen either. I saw Chad take some girl upstairs and hour ago. I don't even know if Johnny is here.

I let out a huff and decided to give up looking. I strolled over to the couch and took a seat. I watched on as more people passed out drunk. I rolled my eyes while others laughed.

I felt someone take a seat next to me. Great, now my personal space gets to be invaded. I scooted further away. I knew it was a guy when he let out a chuckle. I became irritated when he scooted closer to me.

"What's a girl like you doing at a party like this?" I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I squirmed a little, which caused him to chuckle again.

"There are a lot of guys here, Bell." He taunted. I froze when his hand was on my thigh.

"Perverts that want to take the innocence from girls like you." He continued. His hand moved to in between my legs and he nibbled on my earlobe.

"Like you then?" I inquired. He laughed and moved his lips to my neck.

"Call me what you want sweetheart." He sucked and nibbled on my neck.

His lips moved down. When he licked my neck and blew I let out a gasp. I turned my head wanting to see his face. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw it was Harry Styles. His green eyes stared intently at my brown ones.

While I was fixated on his emerald eyes, I hadn't noticed his hand been creeping closer to my womanhood. Fortunately for him I had worn a dress. I gasp as I feel him rub me through my underwear.

"You're mine Bell." He growls.

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The moment you've all been waiting for. CHAPTER 1. I don't want to hear shit about how she didn't try to stop him! Just don't question my chapters. And if you haven't caught on yes it's Louis as in Tomlinson! The italicized part is sort of like the past. And Arabella aka Michelle Keegan is on the side.

VANESSA DON'T JUDGE ME!

Bye bitchachoes! (this story is rated R)