Go With The Flow

Chapter 1

A/N: I know it's a bit confusing, but in this particular story, One Direction aren't famous. They're just a group of best friends who have a band. They do gigs and stuff at parties and stuff. So on that note, read ahead and enjoy!

Oh, and please excuse my crappy cover. It took a measly few minutes to make. I'm going to be making a much better one later on.

Chapter 1; Go With The Flow

There's this philosophy that says what goes around comes around. I've heard this many times in my life, and never thought much of it until the fated day that I had began to fall in love with my best friend. My story doesn't start or end there; in fact, the aftermath is where it begins.

I don't like to think my story is anything special, because, well, it isn't. But even after everything that's happened, it still takes a special place in my heart.

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I stared at my phone screen, scanning my eyes over the text I had just received minutes before.

Hey babe. I don't think we should go out anymore. Sorry, but best friends aren't my type. I don't want this to ruin our friendship, because I love you, but I found another girl.

I wanted to laugh it off, like it was a joke. I wanted to believe that was what it was; a dumb joke. I wanted to believe that he'd climb up the old tree outside my window, cross the planks to my windowsill, climb into my room, wrap me in a tight hug, assure me it was a joke and send kisses all over my face how he did.

But I just couldn't bring myself to think that.

I don't want this to ruin our friendship.

I love you.

but I found another girl.

I grabbed my cellphone, and threw it out the window. I watched as it slammed into the trunk of the giant tree, and descended down to the ground where it lay in pieces. The black and metallic blue casing shattered all over the grass like the remnants of my heart.

I walked over to my wall and unpinned pictures of the two of us ferouciously, stuffing each and every one of them into my small tin garbage can.

I tossed a glare at the can, and picked it up before throwing it out the window, too. The pictures flew out and fluttered to the ground, landing softly in the grass atop the pieces of my phone.

I wiped away the tears streaming down my face, not giving a damn about the mascara smearing over my ruddy cheeks. I didn't have to look pretty for anyone anymore; it's not like I had a boyfriend anyway.

A boyfriend.

A boy... friend.

"UGH!" I tore the sheets off my bed and slammed down onto the floor, covering my face with my hands. "Harry Styles, you are dead to me!"

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Six Months Later...

"Let's get shaking, bacon!"

I groaned and flipped my pillow over my face, attempting to block the sunlight out of my eyes.

"Mum, you know I hate bacon," I moaned through the pillow. She yanked the feather-filled heaven off my face and stripped the blankets off my body. She had already made herself up, her face done up lightly but very nicely, and her light hair pulled up. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt.

"Jeez, mum, if I didn't know you, I'd be guessing you were the one going back for the first day of school." I laughed as she threw an expression of mock anger at me and tossed the pillow at my head.

"Get ready, pumpkin, you don't want to be late." I sighed before complying--after she had left the room.

My first day back at school was sure to be absolute hell, I figured, since they were in the same year as me and I was sure to see them around my wing a lot. Year eleven. Yaaaay.

I gagged as the image of his hand on her waist filled my mind. His soft, pink lips caressing her neck and his fingers running through her hair how he had once done with me.

I groaned so loudly that I was sure my neighbor across the yard could hear me. I spared a glance at the box full of pictures down under my desk. I was too much of a pushover to ever throw them away.

I jumped into a hot shower, washed, dried my hair, and dressed. I slipped my socked feet into a pair of black vans and trudged downstairs, hair let down and bag slung over shoulder. My dad tossed me an apple which I took a large bite of before saluting and walking out the door and down the street toward the jailbox one would formally call "school."

Ring... ring... RING...

My locked door slammed shut suddenly, making me jump back and look around before my eyes landed on none other than Melanie Harpers, the ugh of my life. She had a cute little smile on her stupid fat lips and batted her eyelashes at me before smacking said lips together and making what I guessed was a dirty expression at me. She looked like a dying walrus is what she looked like.

"Hey," she said slowly, eying me like I was a piece of meat. I did the same.

"Hi," I said not-so-friendly, opening my locker up again and pulling my English textbook out. I was going to be late for class if I wasted my time on her. She put her hand on my locker door and slammed it shut again. This time I replaced the lock. "Thanks."

She sneered at me. "So tell me, Ev, how long has it been since Harry left you for me?" I stopped as I felt my throat constrict and tears well in my eyes. I felt the need to punch something, particularly Melanie's face.

"How should I know?" I asked slowly, trying to keep my voice calm. "It's not like I think about it all that much." Lie. I watched as he small little eyebrows curved upward to upside down 'u's. She licked her lips and smirked.

I resisted the urge to slam her against my locker and punch her right in her perfect little nose. The way she was looking over my should was what pissed me off the most, a seductive sort of smile in the direction of--

Wait, what?

I spun around and tried to find what she was looking at. I don't get it, all I see is a bunch of students--

"Oh crap,"

His smile lit up the entire hallway like beams of light, and his sparkly green eyes shone with pride as he strode down the hall. His brown curls swayed lightly as he started toward the two of us.

"Would you look at the time!" I announced, turning back toward Melanie. "I'm going to be late for class." I rushed past her and toward English, where I found the classroom nearly empty of people. I slid into a desk near the front corner--beside a window--and leaned back into my chair.

Five minutes passed until the classroom was filled in and class had started. The teachers, Ms. Jenkins, had just begun to introduce herself when the classroom door had opened and someone slipped in. I didn't bother to look up until the teacher adressed them.

"Oh, well isn't it just so nice that you could join us?" she asked sarcastically. "And what's your name?"

"I'm Harry," he said slowly. "Harry Styles."

A/N: Oh, blegh. I don't really like the end of this chapter, but you know, who cares. I wanted to get this out there, because I've had the idea for some time and it's fun to write it when the boys aren't famous. Within the next few chapters more interesting stuff is bound to happen, I PROMISE.

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Bye lovelies!