Half A Heart (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Disney Princess

I ran through the corridors in search if a toilet. My luck was in when I da we sign and ran to it a stray year escaping my eye as my lip began to quiver. I ran into the room and pulled my pencil case from my bag and launched it at the wall opposite me and it's contents emptied onto the floor and my pencil case flopped down joining the pile of stationery.

"Stupid idiot boy" I hissed through my tears and began picking up my pencils. That's one thing about me, I'm angry and I do things and then I pick up the peices, literally. I slid down the wall and sat, my knees huddled to my chest and to anyone who would see me I looked like a lost lamb. I hated that Louis boy, I hates his little gang and their evil little mouths. I'm not owned by anyone and I am most certainly not fat, I think? I wish I couldn't ignore the pig's comments but it's annoying, liar, or at least I hope he is a liar..

I began picking up my pencil case and it's contents but I was drawn from my thoughts by a girl entering the bathroom looking down at me.

"Dogging it? Me too I hate Maths" She spoke studying her perfectly manicured nails. She was like a modern day Barbie Doll, she had the perfect blonde, curly hair cascading down her back with the fronts pinned back. Her make up was done perfectly, her foundation tanned but not too orange, she had perfectly balanced eyeshadow on and a line of black eyeliner defining her eyes and them just to top it off the perfectly plump, pink, gloss coated lips. She had lovely skinny jeans on and a beautiful floral top covered in frills hugging her upper half. She was the walking, talking definition of perfect.

"Um, no, I just had to leave drama early to go to get my, ehm, timetable fixed and I needed the toilet so" I told her stuttering and sounding so unconvincing, probably looking a mess with a mixture of tears, foundation and mascara staining my cheeks. The girl only squinted at me though "oh, sorry, you weren't talking to me, I'll just, sorry..." I muttered zipping up my once again full pencil case my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, no, no, no, I was talking to you, I just... Why are you sitting crying in the bathroom, I don't recognise you?" She quizzed her voice sounding just as perfect as she looks as she scanned my features looking for a clue as to who I am.

"That will be because I'm new" I forced a smile and she awed with relaxation and offered me her hand, in an attempt to help me up so I smiled at her and stood up.

"Well, I'm Chelsea, Chelsea Newman, someone has probably already told you about me" She said and giggled but I just shook my head.

"No, sorry I haven't heard of you but I've only been in two classes so I haven't really talked to many people I suppose" I tried not too seem harsh at the fact I didn't know of her, should I know of her?

"Well, okay, that's fine, you know me now. Now, come on you won't be getting any boys looking like that come here" She beckoned for me to stand next to her so I cautiously walked towards Chelsea as she rummaged through her school bag. She brandished a small make up bag and smiled at me.

"Come on and we will fix you up" She pulled out a foundation brush before I could argue back and began working on my face and I decided not to protest, I can wipe it off if I don't like it. She worked away instructing me to close my eyes, purse my lips, pout, or whatever she needed me to do.

She probably has about three times the amount of make up I own and applied it so intricately. I was broken from my thoughts as she clapped her hands together three times softly and I opened my eyes to see why and she smiled giddily at me.

"Look in the mirror and see if you like it" I did as I was told and was surprised.

I looked... beautiful. She should really get a job in make up, I looked like a model, not trying to brag. I looked like someone who should be in a makeup catalogue, one of those girls with flawless, blemish less skin. I was always jealous of those type of girls but with what Chelsea had done I was one of those girls. Chelsea began putting her make up back in her bag but I just started at myself in utter amazement.

What was a tear stained girl fifteen minutes ago was now like a flawless Disney Princess. Chelsea put her hands on my shoulders and swivels me round and smiled at me.

"Come on sunshine, don't bee too vein, interval starts in about thirty seconds and you can walk in and leave them all amazed and astonished to have been in your presence" She giggled and I nodded smiling like a big idiot as we walked out of the bathrooms.

She was right, the bell for interval rang and in poured the pupils. I received a lot more friendly smiles than I did previously but with that came a few glares from girls. Some boys just have me a glance others walked past me with their jaws on the floor and the more confident whistled. It's amazing what a bit of make up can do.

I stood by Chelsea and a group if girls appeared by her, all looking really pretty but not as radiant as Chelsea herself. They started talking and I felt like I was in the middle of a gossip film, like a chick flick, their conversation sounded so cheesy and rehearsed.

The peppy talk stopped though when someone wrapped their arms round Chelsea's waist. All of the girls in the group, including me, pivoted round to see whom the arms were attached to and we were met with nobody other than, that locker boy from this morning.

He rested his head on Chelsea's shoulder and she smiled adoringly at him as his piercing green eyes scanned the group of girls but his eyes stopped when they they landed on me. His realised two studded eyebrows.

"New girl, how the hell did you get here" He asked, utterly astonished as to whom I was with.

"I.... walked" I told him but it came out more as a question as I looked at him. He looked confused.

"But Louis told me he..." He said smirking and sniggering a bit "Louis told me about your drama and that you left to fix your timetable" He said putting air quotes on timetable but I just averted his gaze.

"Long story, all sorted now" I cheerily ended he conversation, or at least tried to, unsuccessfully.

"Wait, you two know each other" Chelsea asked her eyebrows and stepping away for 'Harry's' hold and looking between him and me.

"I saw her at the locker today, she was being a right wee shit, cheeky bitch" Harry spat staring at me but I just looked at him blankly.

"No, that's not a fair accusation, it was so nothing like that" I protested, I am not a cheeky bitch.

"Alright darling whatever" Harry rolled his eyes and Chelsea grabbed his hands. "Coming babe?" He asked her and she smiled at him.

"Come on girls" She signalled for us to follow and I did but she stopped and turned to me.

"Eh, Willow, this won't work because you were roof to my boyfriend so I suggest maybe you find some more friends because you aren't wanted here" She said and smirks as she said it her facial expression contradicted the words flowing dorm her mouth. Chelsea, Harry and her posy all walked away.

I felt someone's arm wrap around mg shoulder and I turned to see a smirking Louis.... great.

"Better luck next time mate" He spoke to me as I was a boy who had just missed a permalloy or something and whacked me hard on the back, although not abusively almost like one of those 'bro hugs'. Louis walked away following Harry and Chelsea and only then did I notice the other two boys form earlier and Niall walking with him laughing and slapping Louis on the back in hysterics.