NATALIE
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Library. God I'm scared of libraries, everything happens in libraries, have you seen those movies?
I walk into the giant room and look around at the stacks and stacks of books pilled upon each other. Green, red, brown, white coloured sides pocking out of corners here and there.
I walk to the side of the room to the librarians desk.
"Sorry, where are the history books?" what a stupid question.
"What type?" she asks frowning.
"Like maybe records, or documents or ancestry stuff." I want to look up my ancestor background.
"I can only suggest the computers just behind the science books shelves."
I flash her a thankful smile.
"Thank you." She slips her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and continues stamping books.
I make my way to the very back of the library where the science books are kept and walk behind them to get to the computers.
Once I've logged on, I click straight onto the internet. The ancestry website appears after I've searched for it and I take a deep breath.
It's alright Natalie. You can do this.
I want to find out about this just so I can give a few names to Harry here and there and then after this project is done I can actually look into all of this, and find my family, find who I truly am.
I type into the search button where it says 'your name'. I enter my name and press select. 'Age' I type in seventeen. 'Address' I type that in too. 'Country' i type in England. 'Now press select.' I place my mouse on the button say saying select and and shut my eyes.
One.
Two.
Three. I click.
I open my eyes about a minute later. No result. 'Natalie Rhodes could not be found.'
Why couldn't I be found? Do I not exist? Do I not matter? Why can't anyone find me? I'm lost.
I hear that raspy voice asking someone if I've already come in here.
"Ok thanks." I hear him say. I shut down the computer as quickly as possible and dart towards the books.
"You like science books?" he asks with a little amusement on his face whilst frowning. He looks like he's about to laugh.
"No not really." I try to chuckle.
"Your cut looks so much better." He smiles.
"Thank you, for cleaning it up." I can feel my cheeks heat and I don't know why there're doing so.
"Can we start?" I continue.
He nods and walks back to the front of the library where there are some tables and chairs around them.
"Ok so we got to your parents siblings and your grandparents." He says sitting down immediately, removing all books from his bag and the pad of paper he wrote on the first night.
"Can't we do you now?" I asked sitting down.
"You want to do me?" his lips were smirking and I knew exactly where this would go.
"Lets just carry on from me then." I give up.
"Ok so grandparents names?" he asked.
"Didn't we already do those?" I'm sure we did.
"I didn't write their names down, I forgot."
Damn it now I have to come up with more names. What if he really has written them down but wants to test me and I don't remember the names
I originally have.
"My mums parents are Susan and Andrew." He nods and jots it down.
"Dad?" he says not looking up.
"Tobey and Millie."
"You look bored, do you want to move onto me?" he asks acknowledging my facial expressions extremely well.
"Yes please"
I get my own pad of paper out and also my pen.
"Your name?" I ask.
"Harry Styles."
"How old are you?" I mimic what he asked me when I was at his house.
"That doesn't have to be on a family tree." I'm surprised and completely taken aback when he mimics me. How did he remember?
I stare at him. This time I'm not mimicking his actions, I'm genuinely shocked.
"Seventeen and a half." I nod and bare that in mind.
"Oh do you have any siblings?" I ask almost forgetting Gemma.
"Just the one, Gemma." He smiles.
I make a link between his name and Gemma's and draw a line up the middle.
"Mums name?" I already know this.
"Anne Cox." I look at him and frown.
"Your names Styles though."
"My parents are divorced."
Oh. Shit. I feel bad now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too-"
"It's fine don't worry." He lightly smiles.
"My dads name is Des Styles." He informs me, and everything makes sense.
Before I can ask another question, were interrupted.
"I didn't think you'd be in here." I look up at a fairly tall, pale, blond haired an amazingly bright blue eyed boy.
"Why are you in here?" Harry asks back laughing as he slumps in his chair.
The boy catches my eyes and I'm left swimming in his irises.
"Nat, this is Niall. Niall, Natalie." Harry says.
"Hi." Niall says shaking my hand. He frowns when he touches them, he can probably fell how skinny they are.
"You have an accent?" I ask.
"Yeah I'm an exchange student, I'm from Ireland and just came here to see how it works but hey asked me to stay and do languages. " He smiles. He must be clever.
"Anyway we need you in the gym Harry." He looks back at Harry who doesn't look impressed.
"No it's my free period!" he protests.
"Harry, we need you come on." Harry looks at him then at me, then at the pa of paper and his history folder.
"Go, I've got an art project that I should work on." I smile.
He gets up and packs his stuff away.
"Bye Natalie, see you around." Niall says leaving the library.
"Yeah" I say.
"Art." Harry smiles after turning back to look at me.
"Bye Harry."
"Bye Artalie."
He's so dry, so cheesy, such and idiot. But I feel happy when he's around.
Artalie. Hmm.
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