You - A Harry Styles Fanfic/Novel

chapter 1

"I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share."

― Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

CHAPTER 1

Ivy's POV:

"Ivy, come on get in!"

The golden sun shone and its rays pierced Ivy's shoulders. They were already red after just 15 minutes of sitting on the sizzling sand. Soon the young girls used their common sense and moved underneath a shady tree for cover from the unforgiving sun. It was the perfect day to have a school fun day at the beach. In a week Ivy would be moving on to High school.

That frightened yet excited her. Right now wasn't the time to be thinking about the future she thought. She didn't like doing that, planning ahead; no one knew what was coming. She didn't really understand how people mapped out their future. The last week of primary was what was happening now and that's all she needed to worry about. It also wasn't the time to be standing on the wet sand watching her friends scream and shriek with happiness in the water. She took a deep breath and ran into the cold ocean water. When she reached her friends the water had come up to her hips and a splash of water came sailing straight her way. She shrieked from the cold and retaliated starting a splash fight. Everyone was spread out in the ocean and the lifeguards were keeping a close eye on the giddy children. They looked worried when they saw the grade flock to the beach. The splashing fit came to an end when the lifeguard yelled to the children to get back in between the flags where the current was safer. "You want to go under a wave?" Stephie, her closest friend asked. Ivy loved the feeling of going under water even though she ended up tasting the unpleasant salty water, so she agreed. Everyone readied for the huge wave that was about to come their way. The wave didn't seem to be getting smaller as it came closer. Adrenaline pumped through Ivy's body and she dived under the wave. The wave's great energy caused her to tumble over and over. Her feet found the ground again and she stood up, totally disheveled by the impact of the wave. She faced the shore coughing out the water she had swallowed, 'badly chosen wave' she thought and before she composed herself her back was hit by another wave and she smacked face first in the water. She tumbled hearing screams of her name above the water and felt a crack in her wrist followed by a soaring pain that rushed up her arm. She couldn't move her fingers when the water had finally calmed. 'Stay down. Don't get up, just stay down'. But Ivy didn't think about the future, she didn't know the future and she was right when she said it was unpredictable. Because when she painfully stood up feeling a tremendous pain in her hand she dreaded the meaning of the surprised and judging looks on the faces of the people around her in the water.

Ivy shot up straight in her bed and ran her hand over her forehead to wipe away the sweat. You would think after 6 years she would forget about the worst day of her life. She knew sleep wouldn't come around anymore so she got up and finished her math homework. Another day looking like the zombie she was wasn't going to affect her already low status at the swanky high school she attended. She wished she could have the luxury of listening to music while she tackled advanced math questions. Her parents would definitely disapprove of the sound during the night even if they wouldn't be able to hear it and earphones weren't an option because she didn't own any. She'd have to suffer until the remainder of the 2 hours of sleep she had left was over.

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The pop music blared in the background as Ivy danced around her large room. Nothing could take away the giddiness that flooded her while dancing. She could feel all the stress and loneliness wash away when she leapt in the air and pirouetted along the carpeted floor before she dropped with a careless looking yet planned fall to the floor to end the song. She lay there staring at the ceiling with a grin pasted on her face as another song started playing on the radio. She didn't want to get up. Getting up would mean sitting on her desk chair, which would mean opening up her chemistry books and being drowned by the endless information. Getting up would mean arriving at shore and looking reality straight in the face. No matter how much she wanted to lay there and delay her encounter with her unavoidable work, her will to succeed at the end of her senior year propelled her off the floor and back to her desk chair. She turned down the music on the radio but never shut it off. Being at the top of her class took a lot of work. Work she was willing to do yet boredom and laziness still took over after a while, so her radio was never turned off.