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My name’s Taylor Helling, seventeen years old and the step-daughter of Simon Cowell. Cool right? Nope. He criticizes everything I do, everything I say, every boy I bring home. Life is ultimately an alltime low right now, except for living in London, I love that part. There’s also one other thing, and that’s getting to know One Direction, my favorite band ever.
One Direction Fanfic-
Two hours. That’s it.
I shoved my books in my locker, glancing at the clock every fifteen seconds to be sure the time was correct.
I never really liked anyone from my school, they were all selfish human beings that only cared about having sex. That’s the only reason I was popular for a couple of years. I was like a sex symbol to the guys- big ass and big boobs. They would try and persuade me into having sex with them, but I always told them no. Considering the lack of protection guys take here, I would never have sex with one of them.
Frustrated, I slammed my locker closed. I quickly walked into the theatre for drama class. Finding a seat and plopping myself into the soft chair.
As relaxed as I was, a bunch of girls followed in a gorgeous boy. They giggled and smiled, twirling their hair in their fingers.
“You must be Harry.” Mrs. Harvey greeted the fine gentleman and gave him a script of the play we were rehearsing. She was probably telling herself that Harry was to young for her, which I can highly understand considering how flawless he looks.
He said a few things that I couldn’t quite understand, so I tried to ignore the new student to the best of my ability.
“Hey I’m Harry.” The curly haired, green eyed lad sat down beside me.
“I’m Belle.” I shifted uncomfortably to my right, leaning away from the handsome fellow.
My attention focused on his deep British accent, “Belle.” He smiled as if the name meant something to him.
“Yep, that’s me.” I shrugged, he was now staring at me, his head turned and beautiful green eyes sharply tracing my facial features. I kept my gaze at Mrs. Harvey on the stage who was demonstrating good emotion vs. bad emotion.
I folded my arms across my chest, slightly bored but half interested in Harry, who was sitting next to me.
“Now I will need a volunteers to demonstrate good emotion.” Mrs. Harvey laughed knowing that our acting in this particular class was quite bad.
I raised my hand stiffly, hoping I wouldn’t be picked like all the rest of the times I nearly get by.
“Ahh! Belle!” Mrs. Harvey signaled me to come up to the stage. I bit my lip gently as I made my way up to front of the theatre, softly climbing the stairs and reaching Mrs. Harvey on the stage.
“Imprave.” She smiled and pushed me towards the center of the stage.
I took a deep breath, “My life to you, means nothing.” I began, my feet clumsily pacing me back and forth, “I am nothing but a poor lass to you. A wretched, broken, selfish young woman.” My arm extended out, hand lying open flat, “But to me, I am none of those things.” I took my other hand and slapped my hand lying flat, “Your opinions break me, and lead me to someone I should never have become.” I stumbled, catching myself quickly, “It’s like I’m just a grain of sand in the sea to you. A selfless little piece of sand who has no voice in this world.” My eyes narrowed on the wall in the back of the theatre, “It would take a miracle for you to look at yourself.” I stopped pacing, “Beaten, bruised, and broken, is all I am. Wanting to be loved, cared for, and treated right. I don’t want to be called a slut or whore, because damnit I’m a virgin.” My eyes widened, everyone staying still and quiet.
“That was interesting.” Mrs. Harvey’s eyebrows raised as she shooed me off stage.
“I hate imprave.” I laughed and blushed embarrassed at what I just said on stage. I awkwardly shuffled back to my seat next to Harry.
“You’re a virgin?” His voice hushed, so Mrs. Harvey couldn’t hear.
“Yeah. Long story.” I nervously joked and shrugged, “Whatever though, you know, no big deal.” I giggled softly, my hands grasping my knees tightly as I sat next to Harry.
“That’s actually quite stunning.” His brows furrowed as he was deep in thought.
“Actually no.” I corrected him with a slight tease.
“Ive of my known you for about a half an hour and I already fancy you.” I burst out laughing, not a shock in my eyes. All the boys have said that to me because theyve wanted to do me.
“Sorry that was rude of me.” I clenched my teeth together. Humiliated that I was so impolite infront of a very handsome guy like him.
Two hours later-
I quickly sprinted to my locker, opening it as fast as I could.
“Belle.” Harry walked up to me and leaned against the locker next to mine.
“Huh?” I grabbed my bag and threw my books inside it.
“What’s your number?” Harry half smiled hoping I’d give him my number.
I grabbed my pen, “Give me your hand.” He extended his arm out, hand lying open flat.
I wrote my number on his smooth hand, my handwriting a little messed up, “Thanks.” He smiled, “Do you want to go get some tea with me later?” His smile now into a bit of a worried look.
“Sure that’d be great. Infact, just come over to my place for and hour or so.”
It was Friday today, so he could stay as long as he wanted. “Okay, cool. I’m just going to grab my bag from my locker.” He awkwardly ran down to his locker pants falling down.
“Wait, you sing?” My eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yeah! I’ll be auditioning for the X-Factor this spring.” His eyes traced the cracks in the road as we walked to my place.
Silence fell between us, anyway I could see my house from where we were. I walked faster, Harrys pace sped up too.
I unlocked the door quickly and walked in side, Harry trailing swiftly behind me.
“Hey mum.” I ran upstairs into my room. Harry followed.
“Hey Belle.” My mum answered, she was too caught up in her business right now to think.
“Nice place.” Harry looked around, eyeing an empty room.
“Yeah. Thanks.” I laughed opening my door to my room.
Belles bedroom is the second room w/ the guitar: http://erdexon.com/bedroom-design/minimalist-teen-bedroom-ideas.html
I threw my bag on the floor, and then fell onto my bed.
Harry quickly sat next to me, “I fancy you Belle.”
I smiled, I actually did like Harry. I indeed wanted to tell him, “Oh thanks.” I smiled, “Why do you fancy me? You’ve just met me?”
“You weren’t one of the annoying girls that followed me around, giggled at every word I said, and repeatedly asked if I wanted to have sex with them.” I sat up interested.
“Oh reallly.” I joked slightly pushing on his arm.
“Yeah.” He smiled wrapping his arm around me. My heart skipped a beat when he did.
“Well I’ve got good news,” I slightly laughed, “I fancy you too.”
He smiled and looked at me, a bit of a breeze came in through my open window.
“Let’s go get that tea.” We both stood up, he gracefully entwined his fingers in mine as we walked downstairs and out the door to a little tea shoppe down the road.
Just a little hint- in the next chapter Harry will probably end up getting belle preggo(; Just so you’ve got something to look forward too.
Zayn. I just want you to hold me in that amazingly toned body of yours. Then we can have sex all night. Oh… Wait… I meant- exactly what I said. No taksies backsies.
No just fucking no. One Direction is fabulous, therefore they are not fabulous.