Why Her? -Harry Styles*ON HOLD*

Chapter 1: Blair

***Blair's POV***

"Shut up!" I shouted at my alarm clock.

I threw my pillow over my head hoping to block out the noise because I was to tired to roll over and shut it off. My plan turned out unsuccessful as I could still here the blaring of the small machine. I rolled over slowly and slammed my hand down on the snooze button.

After five minutes of just laying there, I got up and went straight into my bathroom. I yanked open the shower curtain and turned on the water. Once the water was warm enough, I stepped in and let it rinse all the tiredness from my body. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around my somewhat slim figure, and went straight to my wardrobe. I pulled out a pair of denim high waisted shorts and plain light blue crop top that when put together, only showed a little bit of skin.

I didn't really want to give off the impression that I was a slut for the first day of school. Well, mine at least. You see, my whole family moved from America to Holmes Chapel because my father got a better job opportunity. Because we moved in the middle of the year, that's when my brother Erik and I had to start.

I went into the bathroom and started to brush through my blonde hair. I didn't really feel like putting it up or straightening it, so I just kept it down in my natural waves. Once I finished my hair, I went onto makeup. I never really liked makeup, but my mother always nags me about it. She always wants everything perfect, but no matter how hard I try, its never good enough. The only time she ever talks to me, is to criticize me about how I look. I have straight A's and am in all the advanced classes, but she's never pleased!

I applied a coat of mascara and a little bit of pink blush, to give my cheeks at least some color. I then walked into my closet to grab my white TOMS. Once I finished getting ready I walked out of my room, And over to my brothers room. As soon as I knocked on the door, it swung open.

"My outfit, yes or no?" I questioned him. I always had him approve of my outfit because he had a very good sense of style. Oh and did I mention that he's gay? And my best friend? We do everything together. We shop together, watch movies every Friday together, and I even make him make sure my outfits okay so my mom won't flip out on me.

"Almost perfect, just put on a cardigan so hopefully mom won't notice your showing skin."

I nodded quickly and ran over to my room pulling on a gray cardigan. When I walked downstairs, Erik was clearing his bowl into the sink and my mom was watching the morning news, while sipping on a cup of coffee. I went over to the cabinet and pulled out a breakfast bar.

"Morning mom" I said.

She looked over to me and said, "are you sure you want to wear that on your first day?"

Of course. This doesn't surprise me one bit. Like I said before, the only time she ever talks to me, is to criticize me. I just walked over to the couch and grabbed my bag, ignoring what she said.

"Erik, can we please leave?" I asked, hoping to get out of this house as soon as possible. He nodded in response and started walking to the door. Once outside, we climbed into his white Porsche, while I was just praying that my first day would be fine.

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Okay, so I know that it's short and so just remember that this is my first story ever. It might start off kinda boring, but I promise it gets better. (Pic on side is Blair Johnson.)

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H.H.