A Beautiful Melody.

I sat in my desk in English. I was nervously tapping my pencil against the desk.

After today, I will be known not only as the freak from England, but the laughing stock of the whole school. 

I couldn't lie. I wanted to, but it;s wouldn't be fair to him. I mean, he is my only best friend.

"Miss Blaire?"

At the sound of my name, I shot up.

"Yes, Mrs. McHugh?" I questioned my english teacher.

"It's your turn to present." She stated.

Here goes nothing.

I stood up, slowly making my way to the front of the class, everyone staring.

I moved to America from England in August. Only a week before school started, which wasn't very smart on my part, because I had no time to make friends. 

But I wasn't ready to leave. I stayed at his house until my parents forced me to America. 

So here I was. It's been exactly 9 months and 3 days since I've last seen my best friend in person. 

We skyped every night, texted all day, and talked on phone when we could, but it's not the same as seeing him in person.

I was in America. Without my best friend.

I arrived in the front of the room and turned around. 

I stared at all of my class mates for a few seconds before beginning.

"My Best Friend.

My best friend isn't here. He's thousands of miles away. 

My best friend lived next to me, back home in England.

We were a package deal, you wanted one of us, you got us both. 

We played everyday. We hungout everyday.

We still talk, but it's ot the same."

By this time, tears were starting to drip down my face. I heard a snicker come from the back of the room. I looked up to see Drew and his buddies snickering at me.

I needed to finish this.

I took a deep breath before starting again.

"I miss him. We aren't a package deal anymore. 

You lot don't know what it's like to have your best friend ripped from you. 

No. It's not just that we live in different contries, contenients even. It's ot that we live thousands of miles apart. It's not that.

The thing that has me broken. The thing that took my best friend away from me, is fame."

I looked up to see all my class mates staring at me. 

"My best friend, is Harry Styles."

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This is just the prolougue. It's short, and not very good, but it get's better, I promise:)

-Baileyxx