Lights, Cameras, & Harry Styles

"Amber's a nerd!" The voice of my lifelong childhood enemy teases me. "Amber's an ugly arse!"

"Leave me alone, Harry!" I shout, trying to push past him.

He only laughs. "You know you fancy me, Amber."

"My arse!" I growl.

"You have a fat arse." Harry adds casually, obviously testing how far he could push me.

"Go away!" I basically yell, growing frustrated.

"Say you love me." Harry crosses his arms, revealing his tongue to me.

I clench my fists and retrain from punching him. This is all Harry ever did. He doesn't see to get enough of teasing and taunting me. It's as if he would die if went a day without annoying me.

"If I did, it would make me a liar." I snap. "I hate you, Harry Styles."

Harry frowns and narrows his eyes. "Did I mention how ugly you are?"

"Did I mention how much I hate you?" I reply, pushing him aside and angrily stomping down the halls.

"Hate's a strong word, Amber!" Harry yells after me.

"Good!" I yell in return. "Because I hate every bit of you, Harry Styles!"

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Author's Note: This is just a short prologue that took place back in their middle school years :) The REAL story will start in Chapter 1 <3 Drop a comment below and vote! xx // the more votes the quicker the update!