Finding Styles. (Mystery Fan Fiction)

Finding Styles. (Mystery Fan Fiction)

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There he was. The brunette boy holding out his hand to help me up. I stood on the ground, my head throbbing from the fall and my hand close to his shaking. As I gaze up again at him I notice his expression isn't what I thought it would be. His face is tense and worried, like in his mind he said 'Oh are you okay?' But of course he can't speak. His eyes gaze at mine making it seem like he's an actual person. Should I reach for his hand? As I try to hold his gaze my hand slowly trembles towards his. Almost finger to finger I hear my name being called from across the hallway. "Riley!" Liam comes to me. Right as Liam see's me. The boy is gone. His body just mistified into the air. As Liam drops to the ground he smirks at me.
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“Brianna!” he said. Great. I pretended I didn’t hear him and ran down the hall. To my surprise he ran after me. “What?!” I screamed at him. He looked taken aback. I continued walking down the hall. “Um…uh…Mr. Welles…um…” “Would you stop?! Just say it!” I stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He was just standing there. “Well?” I said. “I can’t wait all day.” I started my quest to the principal’s office again. I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me. I glanced back and Harry was still standing there. “Don’t yell at me.” I stopped dead in my tracks. Did he just say something to me? I turned around and took a few steps toward him. “Everyone’s always picking on me and I’m sick of it!” His voice echoed through the hallways. For the first time in my life, I felt sorry for him. -------------------------------------------------- I'm bad at summaries so just read the story

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