Both? // Harry Styles

Chapter 1 /EDITING./

Great.

Well,Its the first day of the school year and I'm already Late.Way to go Bethany.Its the last year and I'll be finally out of that hell hole.Running down the stairs,I missed a few on the way and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Before you even say anything,shut up Fredrick."I say to my younger brother Freddie,knowing he's thinking of all the things he can think of to annoy me.Fredrick was his actual name,After our uncle Fredrick who died and let me tell you,Freddie absoloutely hates the name.

"Mum! Tell Bethany not to call me that!"

"Oh be quiet and eat your cereal,Fredrick"My mum smirked.God, I love her.

My mother,being the self respectful woman she is,Always had her hair died and either curled or straightened to perfection.She always wore either knee high dresses or anything elts that looked sophisticated. She never had a chipped nail,never in my sixteen years has she had a chipped nail,except for the days when she had breakdowns,which was very rare after her and my father were divorced and after her parents died.She's always been a gorgeous woman but tried to impress too much.She wears heals what are at least three inches high and her makeup is never out of place.Ever.

Me and Freddie aren't really the same as my mother.She likes knee high dresses,I prefer sweat pants.She likes heals,I like flats.She always has her hair styled to perfection,While most days,Mine is tied up into a pony tail.But,She taught us never to let a man or woman rule us.We're our own person and we can never depend on our partner because we never know when it's going to end.

I smirk at Freddie before turning to my mother,"Mum,Lift to school?Please?"Putting on my most sweetest,most innocent smile.It works when she sighs and grabs the car keys off of the side with a fully manicured hand.

"C'mon Fredders,I'll take you to school too." She ruffles her hand through his brown hair.

After Freddy practically throws his bowl in the sink,I grab my bag and phone and head out of the door and into the fresh summer breeze.Gathering my blonde hair in one hand,I pull it over my right shoulder and tug at the car door.No luck,My mother still hasn't unlocked the car.

"Hiya Anne,Hiya kids!"My mum waved to the family that lives two doors from us.The Styles Family.

"Hiya Rebecca!" Anne called over with a bright and warm smile.

"Gemma,Marcel do you want a lift to school?"My mum smiled raising her hand over her eyes as the sun gleamed down into the dark,yet beautiful shade of blue.

"Sure." Gemma said running over,clutching onto the strap of her bag.Freddie's face lit up when he saw his best friend run over.As much as I really hate my brother sometimes,And he annoys the shit out of me,I love the way he smiles and laughs and I wouldn't change him for the world.Marcel doesn't respond,instead he follows his sister over whilst pushing his glasses from the tip of his nose to the top.

Freddie and Gemma are the same age,Both thirteen.Like I've already said,They're best friends.As for me and Marcel,The opposite.Well,Not exsactly the opposite but you see,Marcel has always been really sweet,a nice friend and all but if my 'friends' found out I was sort of friends with him,I'd be out of the popular gang faster than you can say..Potato?But to be honest,We are friends.Secretly.You see,I'm part of the 'Popular group' and Marcel is part of the 'Nerdy group'.Me and Marcel used to be like best friend until The beginning of High school,Then I met Shantelle.We became 'Popular' and I left Marcel.Nasty,I Know.Really Nasty.But then I met Katie and Emma.Shantelle turned into a stuck up snobby bitch.She pulls you down for anything and everything she can.That's why Me,Katie and Emma hate her.But we have to be friends with her because you know..Like I said,We'd be out of the popular gang faster than you can say potato.Literally.Katie and Emma know I'm friends with him and don't really care because they're not exsactly friends with him but are sivalized and don't have a problem with him.Okay,Now I'm rambling.