Even A White Rose Has A Black Shadow

Introduction & Chapter 1

Hey guys!

I'm a 19 year old German girl (so pleeease excuse any spelling, grammar or punctuation mistakes - however I'd like you to report them to me so that I have a chance of improving). I love writing but I usually just do it for myself to relax and give my creativity and fantasy some freedom. But I kind of feel the need to share some of my ideas with others because I myself became sooo addicted to wattpad! So I'm new here and this is going to be my first story. It's going to be a fan fiction about the lovely Harry Styles! Right now I can't really say where I'm going with this story because I'm not quite sure yet... However, I really hope you like this story!

So it's basically going to be Harry with a fan which I guess is every fan's dream! And we will see if it's going to work out or if he's better off with famous models/singers/actresses... Please comment and rate and if you have any tips then please let me know because I really want all of us to enjoy this:)

M. xo

The cast: I picked Gabriella Wilde as the protagonist Ella because I think she can look very shy and cute but also kind of hot. But I just want to make clear that I just picked her 'face'. For her body I guess I don't want Ella to have such a flawless body because I want her to be a little insecure and I guess if you look like Gabriella insecurity is just ridiculous:D It's the same for Emelie/Erin Heatherton. Emelie is definitely not that tall but I still want her to be pretty skinny and fit with some nice curves in the right places (*cough* boobs *cough*). I picked Heath Ledger for Max because I needed someone with blonde curls and dark brown eyes. I also adore Heath Ledger like crazy (a wonderful man who has left much too early :(). I think of the way he looked like in 'A Knight's Tale' for Max but just a little younger and smaller. However, I don't want to limit your imagination and fantasy so if you don't want to go with my picks then I'm totally fine with it! It's just easier for me to write when I have a clear image for every single character, I guess.  NOW have fun reading :)

It was just another one of those cold and rainy days in the boring city in good old Germany where I lived. Another day of seven boring hours in my boring school. And the worst thing was that my best friend was not even there to make it any better. So I just sat there in my seat in the front row too close to our English teacher who seemed stressed closing her eyes and massaging her scalp with her small hands. I had problems with concentrating on anything that happened right here and right now - which would have been important since I was close to graduating - because all that was running through my mind was a curly haired lad from the UK. Harry Styles to be precise. The so called heartthrob of world's biggest boy band One Direction. I was now nineteen years old and have never been into boy bands or something typical girly like that. But around six months ago the emerald eyes of the British singer had appeared on the popular page of my Instagram and since then I had grown a certain obsession with him and his four band members.                        The rain ran down the window and created a blurry view of the schoolyard that made me even more sleepy than I had already been. I couldn't quite put my finger on what made this band so important to me but I was sure that building up this dedication in such a short space of time was not really what girls in my age were supposed to do.                         "Ella are you done with your essay yet?", the horrible fake British accent of our teacher turned my attention back to her pointless lesson. "I'm not happy with it yet to be honest. There's just something missing but I can't really say what it is yet", I lied starting to blush slightly. "Would it be alright if I finished it at home and then I read it out in the beginning of our next lesson?" Our teacher now seemed even more annoyed, then she wrote down something down in her stupid notebook and just nodded. "Any other volunteers, maybe?", she searched the room desperately waiting for one of the twenty students to raise their hand. But as usual no one made an effort. I was pretty sure that no one even knew what we had been supposed to be working on in the past twenty minutes. "Well then you might get ten more minutes to finish your texts", Mrs Schmidt mumbled scratching the little scar on her forehead. I grabbed a pen and started drawing some sketches on my table 'might as well', 'things i can't' and a petite cross now covered the left side of my table and my thoughts were circling around how beautifully those tattoos adorned Harry Styles' breathtaking body. The school bell rang and dragged me out of my daydream. I grabbed all of my stuff, shoved it in my studded leather bag and left the room mumbling a short 'goodbye' to my classmates.