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Chapter 1

Finally. I finished unpacking all of the boxes, and now I officially live in Memphis, right next to the zoo. I sigh in happiness, then collapse on the couch. I lean back, then suddenly remember my phone- I left it in my car. I jump off the couch, then run outside, then feel myself being pushed. "Watch ou- ow!" I yelp, when I feel whoever pushed me, run over me with their big feet. I grab the persons leg, then they fly around to look at me. "What?!" He snaps at me a"You pushed me down then flipping ran over me!" I snap back. He rolls his eyes, then yanks me up from the ground. I groan in pain, because my spinal cord hurts.

"Who are you?" I ask in a rude tone. "Why? You gonna turn me in?" He says, pretending to cry. "No, I just want to know who to watch out for." I say.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles." He says, smirking. I roll my eyes, when I try to walk away, he grabs my arm.

"And you are?" He says, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm Savannah Green." I say, pulling away from his grasp. His face relaxes a little, then he smirks again.

"Stop smirking like that!" I say. He smirks again, and I cover my eyes, and walk away.

"I'll be looking around for you, Green."

"Do, and I'll call the cops on you, Styles." I say, smirking. I hear him chuckle, then jog down the road.

I open my car door, welcomed by the scent of fresh linen, mixed with flowers. "Mmm." I breath. I grab my phone, then slam the door closed.

I go back into my house, and I decide on some hot chocolate since it's late November, and December is only a week and 3 days away. I grab some cocoa powder, and some milk, then I grab a pan. I put the milk on, and stir in the cocoa powder.

I finish stirring it, and when I turn off the burner, I hear a loud knock on the door. I walk over to the door, and look through the peep hole and see Harry's glowing emerald eyes. I unlatch it, and open it.

"Ah, so it's you who moved in here, I see?" He says, smirking. "Yep." I say, popping the 'p'.

He nods simply, then smiles at me.

"Why don't you come in, Styles?" I ask, gesturing for him to come in. He nods, then enters. "By the way, just call me Harry." He whispers in my ear, sending his hot breath through my ear. I shiver, then nod.

"Would you like some hot chocolate? It's homemade." I say, pouring myself some. "Nah, I'm not thirsty." He says, shrugging. "I can't believe I'm letting you stand in my house when you pushed me down then ran me over." I say, stirring in some sugar and vanilla.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was having a sort of bad day today, that's why I was out on a run, and I had my headphones in, and I couldn't see you that well." He says, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"It's fine." I mutter, placing the spoon into the sink, then walking over to the couch. Harry sinks down next to me, pulling out some gum, and stuffing it into his mouth. I stare at the spearmint gum, (my all-time favorite), and I swear I feel drool coming to my mouth. He turns to me, and noticing my blank eyes.

"You obviously want one." He says, chuckling, then grabbing one, and handing it to me. I place it on the arm rest of the couch.

"After I drink my hot chocolate!" I exclaim, gulping it all down in one drink. Harry's eyes widen, and his mouth drops. "How did you do that?" He says, his eyes getting even more wider. I shrug my shoulders. "I dunno, I say it's my 'superpower'. But honestly, thinking about it, all I do is gulp it down in one drink. That isn't a superpower, it's just being able to handle it." I say, out of breath, and slightly gagging because all of the chocolate. He shrugs, then stands from the couch.

"Well, I guess I'll be going. Maybe I can come hang out tomorrow. Bye, Savannah." He says, waving, and walking out of the house. "Bye!" I yell down the street. I sigh as I shut the door, then latch it. I grab my mug, then put it in the sink.

I grab the gum that Harry gave me, then scan it over. I open the wrapper, and for some reason, stuff it in my pocket instead of throwing it away. I pop the gum in my mouth, then walking in my room and decide on a warm shower.

Crap!

I never asked Harry where he lived! I strip out of all my clothes, then step into the warm water. I grab my shampoo, and quickly start to lather it into my hair.

I search my thoughts for something to think about, but there's only one thing in my thoughts.

Harry.

He's just so.. Strange. But at the same time, intriguing. He seems like the guy you'd want to stay clear of, but then, at the same time, a guy you'd want to go have dinner with. He's defiantly something, but what?

I shift my collarbones slightly while thinking, then wash the soap out of my hair. I add the conditioner in, and then scrub my body with soap. I sigh, then turn off the shower. I wrap the towel around me, and then change into my clothes.

I wrap my hair in a towel, then plop down on my bed, pulling my MacBook out of my bag. Maybe I should research Harry?

I pull google up, then slowly type in

'Harry Styles'

He pops up, and I discover that he's been to a mental hospital before. My eyes widen, then I click on the more information.

"Wow.." I mutter as I stare at the article.

It reads, 'In 2008, Harry Edward Styles was admitted to the mental hospital by his sister, Gemma, after discovering scars all up and down his arms. She panicked, and when she went into his room, discovered over 27 blades covered in dry blood, and pills hidden under clothes in his dresser. She screamed, then immediately called the suicide hotline about him. He was taken to the mental hospital, and isolated for many months, before he was released. He immediately moved to Memphis, Tennessee (his current home) and started a new life.'

My eyes are wet at the thought of him being suicidal. I squint my eyes closed, then lean back on the bed, and fall asleep.

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I wake up, and throw on my old nike sweatpants, and a red old navy long sleeved v-neck, and I throw on my keds. I apply little makeup, and throw my hair in a messy bun.

Ratchet Thursday. Am I right?

I exit my house, and just to my luck, I see Harry walk out of the house next to me. I jog over to him, and he smiles at me. "Hey Savannah." He says, still smiling. "Hey." I say, smiling up at him. I wipe the smile from my face, and look down at the ground. I feel his hand touch my middle back, straightening my spinal cord. I look back up at him. "What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes full of concerned.

"I looked you up on google, and I found out... I- I found out that..-" "You found out that I went to that mental hospital. It's fine, I'm not mad." He says, giving me a soft smile. I smile back up at him, as his hand touches my waist. His touch sends a million jolts of electricity through me, causing butterflies to hatch in my stomach.

I feel my cheeks darken, and I look down. He chuckles, then pulls his hand away. He steps back a step, then his eyes travel up and down my body. I turn away, disgusted by his actions, then turn back at him. "I never noticed how skinny and cute your body is." He says, smirking.

Okay. At that point, my cheeks turn crimson, and I pull at my left sleeve, trying to fight my smile.

He chuckles lightly, then says, "You know what? I like you Savannah."

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New fan-fiction! Did you enjoy it? Well I enjoyed part one, it was cute ^_^ thanks guys for all the support on My Little Secret! You inspire me everyday! I love you guys so so so much! Thanks for everyone! xox,

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