Chapter 1

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This is my first story. I made one a few years ago on my old account called 'No control'. I'm going to try to make this one good. Please comment like and vote thanks honeybuns.~~~~~~~

Let's talk about my life, shall we? My full name is Harold Edward Marcel Styles. I'm the youngest of seven kids. I have five older brothers and two half sisters. My sisters are Gemma Twist and Lottie Twist. They are my step-dad's two daughters. I said that I had brothers, right? Well, here they are: Louis is the oldest, has 6 kids, lovely children really, and a very beautiful wife named Stacy; Liam is the next oldest, he is the "mom" or the good kid out of us all, happy and cheeky; Zayn is oldest middle child, he is a mysterious one very tattoo-ish and just like punk rock but he has his good days; Niall the second middle child, he is my best friend out of my siblings, owes Nandos so I get free food hahaha suckafish take that, and he has the most funniest yet adorable accent. My mom is Anne Twist she remarried after her and my dad split. We were all broken down about it but dad always has time for us.  Robin is our step dad. He's really cool too.

Enough of the family history. Time for just me now. My favorite color is blue, the color of Lou's eyes only. I like Coldplay, Panic! At the Disco, Brendon Urie is one hot guy..... just saying, Stevie Wonder and the king of rock and roll himself, Elvis Presley.  I watch American football as well as European football. My favorite American team is the Greenbay Packers. I don't have a favorite football team from back home but I think they all do a great job.

*I'm from America and don't know any European football teams, sorry.*

My favorite movies is Dirty Dancing, Grease 1 and 2, and Crybaby. My favourite food is pasta. Louis makes the best pasta ever.... don't even argue with me on this. I think I said enough about myself already let's talk a few more things. I attend Lonoke High School. I'm a junior this year. There is one beautiful lass I do have my emerald green heart eyes set on. Her name is so common yet, it suits her very well.  Her name is Sarah.  She is so pretty. She has hazel green eyes with hints of brown in one and gold in the other. Her hair falls perfectly down her back. Long, beautiful, caramel chocolate, wavy locks of hers drive me insane! Her voice, oh gods, her voice is so sweet and soft. I love her curves. She is not fat or ugly like the jerks at school claim her to be. She is so beautiful. Uggggh I want her to be mine so bad.

She is in all my classes. I bet she doesn't even know how pretty she is. You know how they say one's inner beauty over shines the outside? Well her inner beauty over shines it all and radiates throughout her goddess like features. She walks and her hips sway perfectly side to side. She is just so perfect, how I wish she would be my girlfriend. I never seem to get the courage to ask her but when I did I would panic thinking the worst to happen. My palms sweat, my breathing is heavy, and I shake violently.

I remember the last time I tried to ask her.

*Flashback*

I saw her standing there in chemistry class. I had the note in my had and was walking towards her. Oh gods, I'm really about to do this! Oh me, oh my, what do I do next?!?! Okay, Harry you can do this. Just hand her the note and ask her out.

I take a few extra steps to her lab station. She looks so damn beautiful today and everyday. She was burning steel wool over an aluminum foil sheet with the Bunsen burner. She held a concentrated expression making sure to execute the lab according to its directions. I was finished early it was easy really. I cleared my throat to make my presence known.

She looked up in confusion before realizing it was me.

"Oh hi, Harry. I didn't know you were standing there. Will you help me finish my lab, pretty please?", she smiled innocently up at me. Did I mention she was only 5' 3". She is short but so damn adorable. I'm 6'4" and I love the short stature of hers. I awkwardly smile and nod at her.

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