3 Is An Unlucky Number (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Hey mutie? What's up?" Harry said, flashing me an evil grin that starts off my day of torture.

And like normal, I don't respond.

"What's that? You are a loser that can't get a life? Oh sweetie, we already knew that. But maybe you can get one if you jump off a cliff." He laughed with all of the female barbies of the school. He couldn't make anything new up, so I had to hear this all the time.

"So Mutie, you going to the dance on Friday with your imaginary friend again? I'm surprised that he didn't kill himself. I mean really, he has to deal with your ugliness everyday." He smirked as the girls giggled.

I've heard this one too. Really Harry, come up with something new!

And with that stupid last remark, the bell rang and I headed off to Spanish, one of the classes that I won't need considering that I won't be making any friends. Or even talking to anyone.

I went through a whole hour of Harry's friend Adam poking me in the back of the head, calling me Mutie, and some other colorful words, then I went to gym, where I would hide underneath the bleachers and draw.

I usually got into the gym before anyone else, but today it was different. There was a guy in the gym. He looked confused and lost.

Probably new.

I ducked underneath the bleachers before he saw me.

He didn't seem to notice me. Thank god.

I went through a whole hour of drawing until it was time to go to Lunch, where I usually roam the halls.

I started to walk down the hall when I heard footsteps behind me. Probably just Harry. But he wasn't making his usual remarks that he usually does. What's wrong with him? He needs to speak up now or people will think that he likes me. Or that he is just stalking me to get on my nerves.

I just kept on walking and ignored Harry's footsteps. I walked up to the stairway that went to the roof of the school and I walked up.

I sat in my special corner and looked up to face Harry. Instead of a head full of curls and hateful green eyes, I saw the kid that was in the gym before me.

"H-hi." He stammered. I waved hi to him with an expressionless face. He gave me a puzzled look.

"Can you talk? What's wrong?" I just shook my head and started to draw. He was still staring at me and it kinda bothered me.

"Ya know I'm not stupid. I saw you in gym and you hid the whole class. Who are you hiding from?" Shit, so he did see me.

"Harry Styles. And you're new aren't you? Because you didn't address me as Mutie." I looked up from my sketchbook and I scanned him with my eyes. Hmmm... Black hair, brown eyes. Wearing a varsity jacket, baggy jeans, and Toms.. He's going to be destroyed by the preps.

"Erm. Yeah. I'm Zayn Malik, and you are?" he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake. Odd...

"Julia Baker." I said shaking his hand, still looking into his eyes. It is always polite to give eye contact to the person you are speaking to.

"Nice to meet you Julia. Now about Harry, why are you ignoring him?" He had concern in his eyes.

"He's kinda been bullying me. No biggie." I felt myself shrink when I told him this. I just met him and I was telling him about Harry! Don't say anything else Mutie.

"Wow. That little fucking twat. Who does he think he is?" Zayn growled. He was certainly caring. But why would he care about me? I'm a nobody, even to myself! Looks like I've got a friend, well that is until Harry and his gang get to him.

" I don't know. This is kind of akward for me because I'm not used to talking to anybody. This is the first time in 3 years that I have talked to anybody." I scratched my neck like it wasn't a big deal, which it wasn't, at least to me it wasn't.

"3 years??? Holy shit. I couldn't go 2 days without talking!" he laughed. This is the first time I had heard a laugh that wasn't cruel. It was nice.

"Well, you've got to find yourself a friend in this school, or you won't be talking to anybody but yourself." I laughed back. I just laughed, and it felt good!

"Well, I have you right?" he smiled. I just met this kid, and I found him because he was stalking me. Wait a minute... ME! He could've found someone better to stalk at least. I'm boring. I don't talk. I'm Mutie. I'm ugly. WHY ME? He is so. Gorgeous. Nice. PERFECT! And I'm the complete oppisite. Well, it would be nice to have a friend right? Right.

"Sure. I mean if you want to. I'm going to be akward just a heads up. Considering that I've never really had a friend that said that I was their friend.." I trailed off as I felt my cheeks burn.

"It's okay." Zayn said looking down at his watch. "OH SHIT! C'MON JULIA WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR MATHS!" He jumped up and grabbed my hand. We raced to Maths, getting there actually, early. The teacher wasn't even there.

"I thought you said we were going to be late! Zayn I can't trust you with clocks. It's official." I laughed, which when I laughed, I sounded like a dying hyena. That's attractive Jules.

"Well I guess you're right. You are the timeteller in our friendship now." He laughed.

We sat in the room until people started coming into the classroom. None of them bothered to look at me or Zayn, but once Harry came in and walked up to me, the room was dead silent.

"Hey Mutie. I didn't find you roaming the school like you always do, where were you? Did your imaginary friend try killing himself?" Harry said slyly. Everyone laughed, besides Zayn. I rolled my eyes as I put a devilish smile on my face.

"Actually Harry, no. Why do YOU care where I was?" I looked up to see Harry's jaw drop to the floor. I looked around the classroom as everyone gasped.

"D-d-did you actually talk?" Harry stuttered.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'. "But Harold, you are avoiding my question. Why would you actually care where I was? How did you know I would walk around the halls?" I raised my eyebrow. "Have you been STALKING me?" I looked up to see Harry's eyes popping out of his head, his jaw dropped to the floor, and his face turning red in emberassment.

I, Julia Baker, have won this time Harold Styles.

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