Habits of a T-Bird (H.S. Grease)

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After a magical vacation of almost  endless summer nights with a dreamy boy named Harry, you parted ways with only memories. He always wore white t-shirts and a smile. He was the kindest boy you had ever known and you felt as though there would never be another like him.

The thought of his green eyes shining from the sunset like the sparkling ocean confiscated your imagination as you walked into the first day of your senior year. You were new to Rydell High School and if it were not for your wandering thoughts, you may have been overwhelmed by the contrast of Pink Ladies and leather jacket wearing T-Birds.

"Oh you must be new here!" A distinctly soft and energetic voice said to you. "I'm Frenchie!"

It was awfully nice to meet someone kind. You introduced yourself as well, and she invited you to sit with her friends. You complied and gave your warmest smile to the girls around their table. You sat down wearily as their eyes were all on you.

The silence was broken by a girl named Rizzo. "We were just talking about the opening pep rally this Friday night. You should come unless you have better things to do such as study or something."

"I'll make sure to get my studying done beforehand! I would love to come." You accepted the offer that was followed by Rizzo rolling her eyes.

Friday: Opening Pep Rally

"So, new girl, any boys?" Rizzo asked as if to humour herself.

"Well.. no. I guess not at the moment. I did have someone this summer, but of course it had to end." You answered apprehensively. "How about you?"

"I don't tie myself to any guy. The neighbourhood may think I'm trashy, but that's fine by me. I know who I am."

You nodded, thinking about this when a group of guys caught your eye. "Who are they?"

A devilish smirk took over Rizzo's face. "The leathers over there? They're the T-Birds. The boys who run Rydell. They're no good and every girl knows it and loves it just the same. Let's go say hi."

"Oh, I don't know about that." You said, but it was too late. Rizzo was leading you over to them and the other Pink Ladies weren't far behind.

"Hey Styles, how's that drag you're taking?" Rizzo called to the group of boys.

"Styles.." You whispered the familiar name to yourself.

"Smoke and fire as always, Rizzo." A tall boy in front of you turned around with a cigarette between his fingers. His face was creased with tough lines of a serious poster boy. His expression softened greatly as he laid his eyes on you, and his cigarette fell to the ground.

"Harry?" You exclaimed.

"Y/n?" He smiled energetically in return.

Everybody had their eyes darting between the two of you in confusion.

"Since when do you smoke?" You asked him.

"I.. um.."

"Styles who's the chick?" Harry's friend asked bluntly.

Harry gathered himself by adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his shiny hair. "Some girl I met this summer, Kinick." Harry said to him in a tone you had never heard him use before.

"Harry?" He still looked like the boy you fell in love with on the beach, although, his soft curls were slicked back with gel, and his tan arms were covered by cold leather. You had known him so well, or so you thought. His words stung greatly and you were the only one who noticed the reciprocated regret in his green eyes that were darkened by the evening.

He cleared his throat and looked around at his boys who appeared to be hanging onto every word. "That's my name baby, don't wear it out."

"How dare you!" You said in shock with your voice slightly raised. "I hate you and I wish I had never laid eyes on you, Harry Styles!"

You walked away as fast as you could with anger and tears welling up in your eyes. What you didn't know is how Harry almost followed you.

Harry Styles was a boy with bad habits awaiting to be broken. You became the only good habit he had ever known; the kind that could never be destroyed or forgotten.


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