The Day I Lost [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1- Claimed

My aunts house was never one I imagined living in, with its old smell and rotting wood on he sides of the house, no, I would never of thought I would live here.

Since I had never even met my aunt before, this had come to a shock for me. The only living relative I had that wanted me to come live with her. Not for the love, but for the money she would earn if she brought me in.

As the driver pulled up into the old drive way I caught a whiff of something awful, was that drugs? My aunt took drugs? I held my sweater sleeve over my mouth, I couldn't inhale that foul stuff.

"We'll look who it is!" She screeched, running over to envelope me in a tight hug, her skinny body pressing into my own. "Oh my, you're gorgeous, aren't you Rose? Just look at those eyes! Beautiful. I must say, you're going to love it here. You'll start school tomorrow, that one right there? You see? We live very close so you could walk in no time." She squealed and grabbed my hand. "Let me show you your room!" She hauled me upstairs, showing the way to the small bedroom. "Here you are Rose, Iknow it's not much but it's alright. Ill let you get settled in while I finish dinner." She give my hand one last squeeze and left the room. I hadn't said a single thing to my aunt yet.

I hadn't spoken for days, the shock of my family's death was too much for me.

But I needed to unpack before anything. Of course I would make the best out of it, my aunt had given me a home. She brought me in when no one else was willing to.

Although it surely couldn't be love yet, she had t seen me before this day. It must be pity, oh how I despised that word. Pity, when someone shows a feeling of kindness and sympathy to someone who clearly doesn't want it.

"Rose dear! Dinner is ready." I left everything where it was and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen, where my aunt was cooking, pasta?

"Here you are, so, tell me about your self." I hadn't a clue where to start.

"We'll I'm 17, and um I love painting-"

"Wonderful! I love it myself, all the painting here are done by, yours truly." I looked around the room to see tons of paintings on the wall. Absolutely gorgeous, I must say.

"They're beautiful." I smile, watching we her face lit up.

"They are."

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6:00 was not an okay time to wake up, why did school have to start so early anyway? I hauled myself out of the small bed. Walking over the the washroom to have a quick shower.

But of course the water wouldn't turn hot, so I hurried and got out. I was never one who cared what people thought of my appearance. I grabbed my sisters old sweater off of my hanger, slung it over my head, and pulled some old jeans out from my suit case.

I didn't care about clothes, I hated shopping. My sister would give me what she didn't want, or what didn't fit her anymore. Since I was smaller then her by quite a bit.

I left my face clear, letting my wavy hair frame around it.

I'd rather fit in then stand out, of course. At my old school I would wear what others wear, tights and a flowy shirt. Jeans and a t- shirt, jean jackets and skirts. Sweaters.

So ill do the same this time around, stick in, don't stand out.

The walk to school was very quick, it must have been only five minutes. But when I did get there my jaw dropped. Had I wanted to fit in I would have worn my smallest skirt and tightest tank top I have. But yet I don't have either of those. I stood out. Oh fuck, did I stand out, I was wearing jeans and a sweater. While every girl here wore the skimpiest clothing I've ever seen. Back home any girl dressed like this would surly been treated different.

I stayed out of the crowd that was walking into the school, the old gross school. When everyone had finished walking in, I stepped onto the first step there. As if my luck hadn't been bad enough that day a body slammed right into mine, making my fall on the concrete steps.

"Ow." I groaned. Rubbing my elbow, which had smashed into the hard rock. I turned around to see who had bumped into me, ready to give them a piece of my mind. Except they were gone.

They didn't even bother apologizing. Just pushed me over and continue with their day. Maybe it was bullying? Did I stand out so much? I continued to make my way to class, biology. The death of all teenage girls these days, except my sister. No, her death was a drunk driver who couldn't control his car.

I walked into the class, almost late. Everyone was already there. Sitting on desks and chatting away. Throwing basketballs and paper airplanes, kicking each other and yelling like there's no tomorrow.

I went to find an extra seat but I couldn't, I didn't know which was taken and which wasn't. I didn't want to be the only one standing when the bell would ring for class to start. No, I needed to find a seat quick. I pushed through multiple people, who only pushed me back.

"Excuse me." I mumble every once in a while. Pushing and shoving my way through the small crowd. I need a fricken place to sit! Was that too much to ask?

Then came the largest push I had gotten, which sent me flying, landing on the floor with a body on top of me. They grunted when they pulled them self up and off of me.

"Zayn, look what you made me do, you fucker." The boy who fell on me laughed at another. I pushed myself off the floor, whipping the dirt off my butt, and body.

The laughs soon faded when I got up. I soon realized everyone was starring at me. Me. Who wanted not to stand out. The boy who pushed me turned out, I tried to hold on a gasp as I saw his dark green eyes, they were the most beautiful colour I had ever seen. His curly hair pushed off his face, revealing his flawless face, his full pink lips, and his broad muscles clearly showing that he spent a while working out. He was perfect. And I didn't mind that he fell on me. Nope. Go right ahead and fall on me again. I don't care anymore, you perfect poop.

He squinted at me, scrunching up his eyebrows to stare. I felt extremely awkward standing there with the whole class silent an starring me down.

"Is everyone just going to stare all day?" I snap, turning around the glare at all the people, then turned to glare at the boy who fell on me. He was smirking, the bastard was smirking.

Then he laughed, and everyone else joined in. I grumbled, sitting down in a random chair. The boy stopped laughing and looked at me, pulling a chair up to the next desk. Everyone else in the class stopped staring and continued to talk and yell at each other.

"What's your name?" He asked me, I saw his pink tongue dart out to lick his perfect lips.

"Rose." I said, turning away from him.

"Rose." He repeated. "Why are you here Rose?"

"I have biology-"

"No." He said slowly. "Why are you here?" I raised my eyebrows, not understanding what he was saying. So I ignored him. "I'd advise you to not Ignore me, I'm not a fan of it." His voice was so close to my ear that I shivered, the raspy deepness made me want to fall to my knees. Good thing I wasn't standing. I pushed him away from me.

"I don't know what you mean?" I said to him.

"Why are you at this school? You clearly don't belong here."

"None of your fucking business." I muttered. The boy smirked. He stood up in front of the whole class. Everyone stopped talking to see what the perfect boy had to say.

"This is Rose." He said. "And if any of you go near her I will hurt you. She's mine. All mine." Then he left all eyes looking after him. Every girl turned to stare at me with wide eyes, some squinted and growled. Some crossed their arms. But one looked worried. She ran over my desk, biting her lip. She wasn't dressed like the other girls. She had on black tights and a white tank top, along with a blue sweater. Her black hair swung up in a pony tail and her small legs carried her over to me.

"Rose?" She whispered. "That's Harry Styles, and he's just claimed you.

I've always enjoyed these fan fictions, the gang ones and ark Harry's. so I've decided to make one. Hopefully you guys like it!