Chapter 2

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Memphis POV

    "Who was that?" I ask Knox, trying to mask the curiosity from my voice. The urge to look in the review mirror and look at him one last time is nearly impossible to resist.

    "Harry Styles," Knox says, turning to glance at me as were flying down the roads. "Officer Styles son."

    My insides twitch at the information, and again I do my best not to let any expressions from me show. My three brothers in the back are bickering and paying us no attention, but I know Knox is looking for any sign of reaction from me.

    "Oh, cool." I turn away and start looking out my window, knowing now how pointless my interest is.

    "He's gonna be a senior like me, came from Boston where he lived with his mom." Knox rattles off more information on the guy, but I continue to ignore him. I don't need to ask how he knows all of this, Knox knows everything there is to know about nearly everyone in this town. There isn't much that gets by him.

    The fact that new hottie is the cop's son, who has dragged my ass back home in hand cuffs more times than I like to think about, is definitely a downer, but not as much as the fact that his name is Harry.

    I fucking hate the name Harry.

    Despise it, loathe it, wish the name would crumble into nothing and never be heard of again. I hate the name so much that I've created a list in my journal at home that has them all numbered, with the explanation beside it.

    Ive looked at that crumpled up piece of paper so many times that I now have it permanently etched into the membranes in my brain.

        Reasons Why I Hate The Name Harry:
1. I named my pet fish Harry when I was four, Bristol flushed him down the toilet and he died
  2. Math teacher in the second grade was named Harry, and he gave me my first 'F' on a test. He was wrong, not me.
  3. Our old neighbor who used to like to take pictures of us kids while we were at the park had a dog named Harry. He bit Nash on the toe and he had to get stitches.
4. Freaking Dumbledor died in Harry Potter, what the fuck is that?
  5. I don't like 'Hairy' things. I know its not the same thing but it sounds the same so it counts.
  6. My Gram's boss who fired her was Gay, and his husband's name was Harry. Harry was actually a nice guy, but he's guilty by association.
  7. Prince Harry settled down and married someone who wasn't me. He was the one Harry I would have made an exception for.

    So you see, I had plenty of valid reasons to not like anyone by the name 'Harry', or was described as 'hairy'. I'm sure there's plenty more reasons where that came from, but those are my main focal points, and I stick to them. It was usually easy to avoid, thankfully Harry wasn't really a popular name anymore, so my run ins were very slim. But now the guy that lived across the street was named Harry?

    The hot guy that I was undoubtedly attracted to? Who was going to be attending my school?

    The guys whose dad was a fucking cop and hated my brothers and I?

    Oh well, my plan of action was simple; Avoid him.

    I was really good at masking my emotions, I had to be when I had four very protective and nosy brothers, and a gram who was dying for me to get the hell out of this town and make something worthy of myself. It would be nothing for me to act as if this guy wasn't the nicest looking thing I had ever seen. His name was Harry anyways, completely off limits, and definitely subtracted some of his hotness points.

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