Pretty Ones Club

Made for the Job

"Calum, I have another question. If that's okay?" Ashton said, looking over at the dark haired boy.

"Of course, ask away." Calum said pleasantly.

"Why Harry? Why isn't Louis in charge of the group?"

"Because he's the most perfect person we've ever seen. Has since the first day of school apparently." Niall said, showing up out of nowhere.

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Last Year. First Day of School
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"Harry Styles, get your butt down here." Anne, Harry's mother yelled. "We need to talk before your first day."

Harry walked down the stairs, trying to smooth his shirt.

"You look decent." His mother started. "Did you even try to tame your hair this morning, I mean Christ Harry. You want to get into this club don't you?"

"Of course I want to Mom. Can I eat something?" Harry asked timidly.

"Absolutely not! You must be perfect Harry, perfect!" Anne started. "We have prepared your whole life for this. Not letting you eat candy, play with the other children, or waste time on stupid things like Math or Science. You are so close to being perfect and deserving of love. Harry, you are so close. So listen to be carefully, you will become the leader of that group. I am going out of town and I have already paid off the neighbors. You are going to throw the best party of the year. Tomorrow."

"Got it, see you when you get back." Harry said as he walked out the door.

"One last thing dear," Anne smirked. "If you aren't in that club by the time we get back, find a new place to live."

And with that, Harry walked out the door. His mothers words made him throw his shoulders back and worry about his outfit chose. He had on white Sperry's, black skinny jeans, and a white Henley. His hair was styled, but messy, and his face fell into a pleasant smile. He could do this. He could be perfect.

Once he got to school he automatically scanned the area for the Pretty Ones. Once he spotted them, he casually placed himself a few feet away and pulled out a pack of blue American Spirits. He lit one and pulled out a diet coke as well and waited. After a few moments he felt a warm hand on his back.

"Hi. I'm Nick. Nick Grimshaw, would you like some fries? I have too many." The body attached to the hand said.

"No thank you, I'm not hungry." Harry smiled pleasantly. "But thank you for the offer."

"What's your name?"

"Harry Styles sir, nice to meet you." Harry stuck out his hand but Nick was too busy gaping at him.

"Is you mother Anne Cox, by chance?" When Harry nodded, Nick continued. "There was a rumor you would be in the freshman class this year. So you know who I am."

"Of course," Harry smiled up at him before leaning close and whispering in his ear. "You are the most perfect I've ever seen."

"Wow, you're good." A new voice said. Harry gasped when he saw the person it came from.

"Thank you," Harry finally answered after he composed himself.

"I like him Nicky, let's keep him." The boy said again. "Where are my manners, I'm Louis Tomlinson."