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Chapter One:D
“He broke up with me,” I say through the phone to Niall crying like a baby.
“That ass! That douche bag! He was lucky to have you; you can do way better than that ass. Do you have any sharp knives?” Niall asks even though we were on the phone I could tell he was grinning “we could make it look like an accident. We could say he fell in to the knives. It was a huge freak accident.”
*flash back*
I’m going to be late is my locker doesn’t open know i think trying my combination for the 13th time. I spin the lock around to 20 then pass 0 and go to 23 and the go to 14 I thought to my shelf.
“Need help,” a tall guy around 5 feet6 inches with brown curly hair and hazel eyes asked, “I had this locker last year and there is a special way to get it open and it won’t work without you doing it. Give me you combination and I’ll show you.
“I’m not going to give you my combination,” I say giving him a dirty look for extra effect “I don’t even know you; you could be a creepy pervert that will break into my locker and leave sappy cheesy love notes I it.
“Well I am you only hope in you ever getting that open and you’re going to be late if I don’t help you, “ he says “Ohh and by the way my name is Harry. Harry Styles,” he adds smiling.
“Fine you win,” I say in defeat. “My combination is 20-23-14 and my name is Hannah. Hannah Morben,” I say watching intently as he opens my locker taking his sweet time going as slow as a turtle. He spins the lock around 6 no wait was it 7 times right then goes to 20 the goes to the left passes 0 twice and then goes to 23 and then goes right to 14 and then he opens it.
“The trick is you pass 0 two times not one,” he say grinning “and I would hurry up because class start in.” he add as he get cut off by the bell. “Right now,” he says trying not to laugh. I’m in such a hurry to put my bag away in my locker that it falls out and everything in it falls out.
“Shit,” I mumble under my breath as I bend down to pick up my stuff off the floor. I was in too big of a rush to notice he bent down to and I leaned forward and the front of my head hit is.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask,” he says grinning while puckering his lips as I get up and I start heading to class thinking of good excuses to say to my teacher on why I was late.
After class was lunch and I headed to my locker to get my lunch money. When I opened it I found one red rose sitting in one my bag with a note that said “How about we hang out after school sometime and actually kiss this time! :D Call me 568-151-4183.” I couldn’t help but smile and I called him that day right when I got home,
*flashback ends*
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