Show Me You Care {A Harry Styles Fanfic} **on hold**

Chapter 1:

"A. B. or C." I whisper to myself.

I look up at the clock that's ticking away, I have ten minutes to complete my final exam. The final exam that also completes my final year in school. I look down at my paper again, and see the ten empty bubbles. I look to my shoulder partner who luckily is a straight A student and also my best friend. I quickly colour in all the bubbles with her answers and set my pencil down.

"Why does every year seem to end with you copying my exams?" She whispers.

"Because the beginning of every year is me telling myself I'm going to study...but god knows I never do." I say.

She stifles a laugh then turns to the front of the class.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I look around to make sure no one, including my evil seventy year old English teacher heard anything. I'm relieved to see them all either drooling or doodling on their desks, and Mrs. Earnest is writing what looks to be a goodbye letter on the green old fashioned chalk board at the front of the room.

I pull out the spazzing phone and read the text.

Unknown: where are you? The bus leaves in ten minutes.

Me: who is this?

Unknown: don't mess with me Harry...hurry up! Paul is getting mad.

I slide the phone over to Lynnley who quickly grabs it and reads the messages. She turns and looks at me with a confused face, I give her an unsure look and she slides the phone back. I decide that whoever is texting me will figure out that they have the wrong number at some point and slip the phone into my bag that's sitting on the floor.

The bell lets out a shrieking sound that signals our dismissal. My eyes quickly scan the faces of the people I may never see again and start to shuffle out of the room with Lynnley.

"Wait! Ellie, Lynnley can I have a word with you?" Mrs. Earnest calls just as we are about to exit the room

Me and Lynn pause for a moment and the turn to her.

"Yes?" Lynnley asks.

"Sit...both of you." She says her sweet tone that had echoed in her voice just moments before, is now filled with rage. "Ellie...I have tried and tried all year to get you to pick up a book and study and do your own work, but I never seem to be able to do that..when was the last time you picked up a book Miss Daye?" She asks me, her yellow teeth causing me to shiver.

"Ermm..well last night, I suppose...I read this months copy of seventeen." I smirk.

She gives me a death glare then shimmies her way from behind her desk.

"Listen Ellie, I know you think that you'll never going to need to study because your going to be a model or whatever it is you want to be...but let me tell you something...hard wo-"

she's cut off by the buzzing phone in my bag.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"Let's us see who it is?" She says and holds out her hand, her mouth is uncomfortably close to my nose, so close I can smell the stench of coffee and oatmeal.

I lean over and pull out my phone, I type in the quick four number pass code, my birthday, and then hand her the phone.

"Let's go you-" she begins then hands the phone back to me.

My eyes scan the message, to gross to repeat, and I fling it back into my bag.

"As I was saying...hard work is needed for any job and let me tell you...you can't cheat your way into a job and I assu-"

"Miss. Earnest I need to be honest...I could care less...okay?" I say with my signature smirk.

I see her fists clench at her sides as she stands up straight and walks back behind her desk and sits.

"Then go." She says, her Irish-English accent for the first time ever quiet.

Me and Lynnley scoot out of the room trying our hardest not to laugh.

"Who was that text from?" She asks me once we are safely down the hall.

"That same unknown number...what should I say?"

"Ask who it..or call it...I don't know." She says.

I pull the phone out of my bag. I press the home button and for the first time notice the lock screen, it's of an older looking woman and a teenager...mum and son?

"Hold on a sec...Lynn...this isn't my phone." I say stopping in the middle of the hall.

"What? That isn't possible...the passlock is the same." She says from in front of me.

"My lock screen isn't a random lady with her son...and I don't recognise any of these contacts."

"Well, it's new...did you plug it into the wrong iTunes account?"

"No that's impossible..my mum uses a Nokia from 1994 and my dad uses his blackberry."

"Well call your number and find out who has it...no big deal." She says calmly.

I quickly type in my number and listen to it ring. Nothing...it goes straight to voicemail.

"Voicemail." I whine.

"Wait, remember this morning when we were getting breakfast...didn't you run into that guy and drop your phone? Maybe you got his and he got yours...it's the only thing I can think of."

"Oh My God! Yes...that has to be it!" I scream.

"Text the your number and say that." She says nudging me.

I quickly type the message.

Me: I think you have my phone and I have yours...can you call me? Please!

unknown: how do I know your not some crazy fan?

"Crazy fan?" Lynnley says reading over my shoulder.

Me: I have no clue what your talking about...all I know is that this isn't my phone. Meet me at DC Deli in London and I'll switch with you.

Unknown: no games?

Me: no games...be there...okay?

Unknown: deal.

I slip the phone into my pocket.

"What was that about?" Lynnley asks from behind me.

"I don't know..my head hurts...lets just go and get my phone."

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What do you guys think? I know it's short:) it'll get longer soon!

-Savannah-