That one Brit (H.S)

Chapter 1.

My feet move swiftly across the basic tile floor of Greenland high school. I go about my daily routine of grabbing my lunch from my locker, and hiding out in the library to finish the 3 book series i've been reading for about 4 days. I'm basically the definition of a nerd.

I get to the library and flop onto my designated beanbag, simultaneously opening my book. I normally eat alone it gives me a little bit of quiet time away from very loud, and obnoxious friends. I see a small movement in the corner of my eye, so i turn my head, and my eyes land on a boy sitting in the beanbag next to me. The mystery man slowly looks up from his book, and his eyes soften when they spot me.

"May I help you?" He has a small smile playing at his lips and he looks slightly amused.

"Well, its just..." I shake my head a little and look back down at my book, "never mind." I can see him out of the corner of my eye and he is still looking at me. Then he finally speaks up and finishes my thought.

"It's just... that you are used to sitting alone, all the way in the back of this quiet library?" I hear that he has a strong British accent, making me laugh a little at the way he says 'library'.

I look up at him again and match his small smile, "Yeah, that's exactly what I was going to say"

"Well, I'm Harry," He raises his hand in a small wave, "what's your name?" I smile a little bigger because to be honest I'm a sucker for British accents.

"Im Emma," Harry smiles bigger, which makes me laugh a little.

"Nice to meet you Emma, you have a beautiful name." This is too fake. It can't be real. This is exactly like every single cliche romance novel I've ever read. A guy meets a girl, he compliments her, she get flustered, they become best friends, fall in love, and poof a happy ending appears. That is fake, only in the books and I am not going to be one of those innocent girls, who gets pulled into the trap of thinking my life, will be just like the fairytales, and books.

"Okay stop with all the sweet bullshit, this isn't a fairytale Mr.Styles." I admit my thoughts, still slightly grinning.

"Okay okay fine, but i would like to know if it's okay if i join you here?" Harry gestures to the beanbag area we are in.

"I'm not going to stop you, I don't own this library and as far as i'm concerned, we still live in America. Do what you want, curls." I congratulate myself on the nickname that suddenly popped into my head.

"Curls?" He asks. I roll my eyes and stand up grabbing my things just as the bell rings, signaling that lunch is over and I have to make my way all the way across the school, just for history class, aka; the worst class i've ever had to take.

He stands up with me as I answer his simple question.

"Yes, curls. It fits you," I walk out of the library and into the mob of students when I hear Harry yell from behind me.

"Uh, see you around...Emma" He smiles and walks in the opposite direction.

*A/N*
I know it's short but I wanted to put at least this out here because I will not be adding a description so hopefully this kinda replaces the said "description" anyways I hope you are liking it so far fellow Humons! Love u!
- Stylesvoice <3