Chapter 1.

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Junior year had almost been over, almost. We had two hours left which felt like weeks, the previous weeks were filled with cramming for finals. Our last one, today, was a Biology final.

After each final we get to go home early and since it's the last day of school I plan on hanging out with Hannah and Elizabeth.

They've been my best friends since practically the age of four. Hannah is a gossiper and Elizabeth is the quiet one. As for me, I'm just secluded. Hard to let anyone in, easy to let anyone out, sometimes.

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The bell rings through my ears and as I walk towards the door my pace grows slower and slower. I fear my heart is beating so loudly that you can hear it from cities away although New York is pretty big.

Turning the hall I see a crowd. Filled with boys and girls, they're surrounding something, someone. Watching as if they were a creature.

I push through and see Harry Styles. Two boys whose name i can't recall are punching and kicking him to death. I'm one to panic in physical situation and not get involved, but this was something different.

I scream like a child at the top of my lungs to put the attention on me for once and not on Harry. This grabs the teachers attention and everyone scrambles out the door.

I immediately grab Harrys arm and run through the school to the back door.

"Are you okay?" my voice faster then my mind, processing what happened within the past thirty seconds.

"I wasn't until you came along, I've always been just a punching bag for everyone. You're the first person to ever stop this." Harry tells me in a low shaky voice.

"Let me take you home and get you cleaned up, you'll be okay." I try to reassure him.

Quickly remebering i have to meet up with Han and Liz but deciding this is more urgent than who wore what

today.

"Arrow?" Harry takes me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, what do you need?" I say as we slowly walk towards my car.

"Thank you, please don't let me go, because I'm tired of feeling alone." Harrys barely audible voice whimpers into my shoulder.

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