Danger (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

IM UPDATING THE 2ND CHAPTER ONCE THERE'S A DECENT AMOUNT OF READS! (:

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  "Ughh!" I groaned as my alarm went off. Today was my first day of school in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I just moved here from Chicago, Illinois. My mom got a job offer here and we just had to take it. My dad? He died, when I was 8 in a car accident. I'm 17 now though, the past is the past.

        I threw the covers off of my body and walked over to my closet grabbing a pair of my ripped jeans, and my plain black v-neck. I threw my clothes on and walked into the bathroom.

  "Jesus!" I said looking at my reflection  in the mirror. My hair was in all different directions and I looked like death. I grabbed my brush from the little drawer and combed through my hair. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and put a little bit of eye liner on the bottom, some light eyeshadow, and mascara. Definitely an improvement from before.

     When I was done getting ready, I grabbed my phone and walked down the staircase. When I walked into the kitchen I saw my mom about to leave for work.

"Have a good day at school today hunny! I hope it all goes well." She said giving me a short hug goodbye.

"Bye mom!" I said, when she walked out the door. I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed some trix, then I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured myself a bowl of cereal.

    When I was done eating, I put my bowl in the sink, grabbed my phone and bag, then put my shoes and jacket on. Then I walked out to my car.

    On my way to the school, I sat and listened to my Drake CD. When I pulled up, there were some students outside talking. I just grabbed my things and walked in.

    Right when I walked in the door, everyone turned in looked at me like I raped someone. Alright then. I put my head down and started walking until I saw a wooden door with a sign saying "Office" on it. I pulled open the door and walked up to the lady at the front desk.

"Um, Hi. I'm Aubree Smith. I'm new," I said trailing off a bit, hoping she would get what I was looking for. She looked up from her papers and smiled lightly.

"Ahh yes!" She said walking over another desk on the side of the room. She grabbed a few things and walked back over. "This is your schedule," she said handing me a sheet of paper, "and this has your locker information and all the other little details you'll need." She said handing me another sheet of paper smiling.

"Thank you!" I said smiling back and walking out of the office. I looked at the sheet of paper with my locker number. "Locker 128, Hall B." I said quietly. Where the hell is Hall B? I looked up from the paper and saw 3 separate halls with lockers in them. Above each hall had A,B, or C. Ahhh, I see now. 

    I walked pass a few people until I got to Hall B. I looked at all the locker numbers until I found 128. When I finally found it, I put in my locker combo and put my things inside. First class, English. Yay! (Note the sarcasim). I grabbed the my english book and shut my locker. One problem, I have no idea where the english classroom is. I looked around and saw a group of 5 boys talking not too far away. I could ask them?

   I started walking towards them until someone grabbed my wrist and started pulling me the other direction. "I wouldn't to that if I were you." the person said. I looked to my left to see who was pulling me and saw a girl with blonde hair, and blue eyes. She pulled me into a different hall and around the corner.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused. 

"You can't just walk up to those boys like that, they're," she said looking around, "dangerous." she finished off. 

"How?"

"Just," she said seeming a bit annoyed, "don't walk up to them like that okay?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Okay..." I trailed off.

"Anyways, I'm Ashley." She said holding out a hand for me to shake.

"Aubree." I said, shaking her hand.

"Well Aubree, you're my new friend," she giggled. "what class do you have 1st period?" She asked.

I chuckled. "English, can you lead me there?" I asked rubbing my the back of my neck with my hand.

"Yeah, come this way." She said walking away quickly, making me have to run up to her. She lead me through the hallways to a plain door with "English" written on it and a room number under it. "This is it." She said.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"You're welcome! I'll come find you after this period." She said said smiling back.

"Okay." I walked into the classroom and saw a few students in the room already. I just walked to the back, trying to avoid any human contact with them. Their eyes followed me and got wide when I sat in a chair in the way back. I just hope no one sits by me.

   A few minutes later, the bell rang and students piled in. Along with the teacher, who didn't pay any attention to me. On the board had is name. "Mr.Boraas" It said. He started class and luckily, no one sat by me. 

     After about 10 minutes into class, the door opened. A brown mop of curls walked in. The boy had on black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I got to say, he was attractive. As I looked at him, I realized he was in the group of boys Ashley warned me about. As I looked better, I realized he had a bunch of tattoos on his arms upto his neck. He had a couple piercing too. One on his nose, and two on his bottom lip. How did I not see that before? I kept looking at him until a pair of green eyes locked with my brown ones. He didn't look too happy.

"Late again, Styles." Mr. Boraas said with a normal tone, like he was used to those words. The boy just waved him off and started walking torwards me. Shit,shit,shit. He kept walking until he was standing in front of me. He sat there and stared at me until I spoke up.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"You're in my spot." He said annoyed.

"And?"

"You need to move." Oh hell no.

"No, I was here first." I said keeping my eyes locked with him. His eyes got dark, but slowly went back to normal. He let out a huff of breathe and sat down next to me, making everyone in the class room have a shocked expression. I'm guessing he usually gets his way? 

   Mr.Boraas continued his lesson and I was listening until someone whispered next to me.

"I'd be careful with what you say to me If I were you." The boy next to me said. 

"Why is that?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." He winked with a smirk showing his dimples. He looked back ahead and I scoffed. Cocky much?

"What's your name?" I asked after a few minutes. He looked over to me with a crease between his brows, looking me dead in the eye before he smirked.

"Harry," He said. "Harry Styles."

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A/N: I know it's short, but I'm just starting out(: I hope this story turns out as good as planned. I've tried to write this story plenty times, but always ended deleting. I'm hoping this time it goes well! ;p You guys can call me Kat. (:

-Kat ♥