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(Rose's POV)

The brisk Holme's Chapel weather bit my bare arms as I made my way to my new school. I had really never been the new girl in school ever before, being that I had lived in London for nearly my entire life span. My stomach churned into a concoction of exhilaration and anxiety. I hugged my arms to my chest as I continued down the sidewalk. A tall building loomed overhead in an intimidating pose. This school was a lot larger than the small private school I had attended in London. The quiet atmosphere calmed my nerves a bit. There weren't any Students walking alongside me on the narrow concrete as I made my way toward the building. I entered the immense stone building grasping the metal door knob with my sweaty palm. Groups of girls and boys chatted amongst themselves and paid no attention to me, thank goodness.

I opened my leather satchel and fished aimlessly for my schedule. I took hold of the crinkled piece of paper and searched for my locker number.

E-136. I walked along the deserted hallways hunting for E-hall. a boy with thick glasses and a tweed vest rummaged through his locker. I approached the boy in hopes of finding my way.

"Hi, do you happen to know where E-hall is?" I said shyly.

"This is E-hall." He said coldly, lacking social experience.

I mentally slapped my forehead when I saw the bold letters above the hall. I prodded along the endless blue lockers. 134,135,136! I entered my combination confidently. The lock wouldn't budge after three rigorous tries. I sighed in frustration and headed toward my first class. Math had always been one of my favorite subjects, it was also my best subject in school. As I made my way through the abyss of students, I tripped. Nice going, Rose. I focused my eyes to find the black toe of a stiletto at my nose. Who wears those to school?

"Oops, sorry!" A perky blonde said with a smirk on her face. I gathered my belongings which had now been spread amongst the tile.

"Are you alright?" A pair of emerald eyes behind glasses peered down on me. I realized it had been the nerd from E-hall. I smiled courteously.

"I'm fine." I shrugged brushing off my hands onto my jeans. I headed off toward math class without another word. I stood in front of the door wriggling with nervousness. I bit my lip and opened the door. A man in his mid thirties or forties stood in front of a large class who all seemed to fidget in their seats, clearly uninterested in the topic that their teacher continued to ramble on about.

"You must be our new student! I'm Mr. Thompson and welcome to the marvelous would of math!" He seemed baffled at my presence. The class laughed at his quirkiness, I waved awkwardly as the class diverted their attention toward me.

"Yes, I'm Rosalie, but call me Rose." I said quietly staring at my white converse.

"Alright Rosalie, you can sit over there." I was about to correct him, but decided against talking even more. I saw the nerd sitting in the corner hurriedly scribbling down notes into a spiral. I walked swiftly to the empty desk, avoiding anymore 'accidents'. I sat down and waved at the boy. His eyes were a rather captivating shade of green. He waved back, smiling with dimples that framed his face.

"Marcel," he extended his arm. I shook it quickly diverting my gaze from the awkward hand shake that possibly lingered a tad bit too long. I deflected my attention to Mr. Thompson as he trailed off on the Galois Theory. Marcel seemed fascinated by the topic and gave his full attention to the front of the board, etching more notes into a complex set of notes. I reached into my leather bag and pulled out a green spiral and a sharpie. I wrote MATH in large letters. Decorating the edges with filigree to contain my boredom. Marcel snorted at my doodles. His laugh seemed to lighten the dull classroom environment. I grinned back and continued my pointless swirls and loops. I capped the black marker and packed my belongings. The bell rang and students eagerly filed out of the classroom. I rushed into the crowded hallway and made my way to my next classes.

(A/N idk why they're learning so much on the first day...)

Finally lunch time was here. I grabbed my paper bag and ran off to the cafeteria. I scanned the tables. I saw the blonde who had tripped me earlier in the lap of a boy who carried the classic douche bag appearance. Marcel sat alone at a table quietly scrolling on his phone. I walked over, catching several glances as I moved closer to the table.

"Can I sit here?" He looked up from his iPhone and grinned.

"Of course." He quickly snapped his phone off once he had seen me. I graciously took the seat next to him and began to unload the contents of my lunch.

"Do you know who she is?" I said filling the silence and pointing discretely to the fake blonde. He seemed to stiffen.

"Don't get on the bad side or good side of them, they'll ruin you either way." He pointed to each naming them off, starting with the blonde.

"That's Clarissa, she's a bitch." I giggled at his language.

"The jock, that's Matt. He's the biggest player in this school." He said casually returning to his lunch. Suddenly a brunette boy from the table made his way toward our table with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, I'm Criss," He spoke with a deep voice.

"And I'm Ro-"

"I know who you are new girl. Now you don't want to start off the year with this." He gestured to Marcel who was staring blankly at the table. The populars laughed at the horrendous comment.

"How could you be so incredibly rude?! What has he ever done to any of you?" I growled at him. My comment seemed to spark his attitude.

"Social suicide." He mumbled walking away.

Marcel widened his eyes.

"What?" I questioned toward his behavior.

"Nothing. Just that nobody has ever stood up for me before. What he's saying is true you know, sitting with me will cause social suicide, you don't have to sit wi-" he spoke hurriedly.

"Don't say that. I want to be here, not with those bimbos." I smiled.

We sat in silence for the rest of lunch ignoring the stares which came from the tables around us. The rest of the day was uneventful, the school was very different from London and I was slowly adapting to the peaceful environment. As I made my way outside after school, a black range rover stopped by my side. The tinted windows didn't allow me to see the driver. I quickened my pace a bit creeped out. Isn't this how kidnappings happen? The window rolled down revealing a familiar pair of glasses. I released a sigh. It was just Marcel.

"Do you need a ride? It's kind of cold." He gestured to the sudden breeze.

"It's not too bad." I said shivering.

"Get in." He chuckled. I gave in opening the door to the expensive black vehicle.

"Where do you live?"He began to drive.

"Hills-burrow." I said tapping my fingers to the new One Direction song that played softly on the radio.

"Do you like this song?" He questioned keeping his eyes on the road. I nodded my head.

"Me too." He smirked. I was rather surprised, being that there weren't many guys who liked one direction. We reached my house after a quite awkward car ride. I exited the sleek black car which smelled of musk. I waved goodbye to Marcel and headed down the road on my way to my house from the place Marcel had dropped,me off. A head of brown hair approached me. I gulped realizing who he was.

"Hey New girl." Criss narrowed his eyes at my figure.

"Hello Criss." I said sharply avoiding eye contact.

"I live over there. When you're looking for some fun, don't be afraid to drop by." He said with a smirk. I scoffed at his comment, walking away. Great, I live by the most disgusting human being in the world. I spent the rest of my day inside, avoiding anymore occurrences with my rather pesky neighbor. Although I would've wanted to engulf myself in the warm, safe atmosphere of my bedroom, my mother insisted that I went outside to 'socialize'. I tried explaining that I had no friends, but she ignored my pleas and I found myself walking to a small coffee shop that was not far from my house. I opened the door to the cafe to find a sea of screeching teens surrounding a group of people. I furrowed my eyes toward the fuss, eager to find out what these girls were fretting about. I crawled my way to the origin of the catastrophe. The 5 boys of One Direction stood in the midst of the action, signing CDs and taking pictures with fans. I didn't really know much about the group besides a few of their songs. A set of jade green eyes met mine for a split second, the color was so familiar. The trance was broken between us as more girls stampeded their way toward the band. His eyes haunted my thoughts throughout the day, protruding my focus. Perhaps they belonged to someone I had gone to school with in London.Math class dragged on without a sign of Marcel. I scribbled in more doodles than notes into my green spiral as the teacher continued to write endless equations in blue expo marker. I sat at the back of the classroom and stayed clear of any interaction with any of my fellow peers. I was always quite shy and antisocial, the thought of talking to people who were just pretending to listen while silently judging you, frightened me.

"Rosalie could you please answer the equation on the board?" Mr. Thompson interrupted my peaceful daydreaming.

"Uh..I..Er," I stammered. The class chuckled at my absence of knowledge. The loud noise of the door opening distracted the class from my awkward presence. Marcel stumbled into the silent classroom, grasping his books and loose sheets of paper.

"Marcel, care to explain why you are late?" Mr. Thompson demanded raising an eyebrow. Marcel shuffled in an uncomfortable position.

"Em, well my bus was late?" He lied and continued to ramble. Mr. Thompson rolled his eyes and handed him a pink tardy slip. Marcel's cheeks flushed a ruby color as he scampered over to his desk. As he sat down, I caught a brief glimpse of his eyes. The same piercing green color injected itself into my mind. It couldn't be could it? The same distinguishable green eyes that belonged to the international pop-star which I forgot the name of and Marcel the nerdy awkward boy who liked math? Perhaps it was just a coincidence. I was being foolish. I don't think it's very ethical to relate people through eye color, but the piercing green wouldn't leave my mind.

"Rose do I have something on my face?" I blushed taking realization that I had been staring at him creepily for about a minute.

"Um, no sorry I zoned out." I pretended to divert my complete focus on the math lesson. Marcel clearly wasn't affected by my awkward staring. He continued to indulge the information that was written on the white board.



Lunch time rolled around after several boring lessons and such. I sat at the circular table with Marcel. We received the usual taunts from the populars. Marcel seemed to have adapted to the harsh remarks. I nibbled my sandwich in silence. Lunch was usually awkward. Marcel was constantly on his cell phone, typing vigorously. I honestly had no idea who he could possibly be talking to. I decided to spy on what he was doing on his phone. I peered over his broad shoulder. A Twitter account was pulled up. Harry Styles. He noticed my 'secretive' snooping and faced me with widened eyes. My stomach tumbled in a hurricane. Puzzle pieces formed together in my mind. The eyes, the song on the radio, the twitter. I must've looked rather insane in that state of mind. His features softened and he took hold of my wrist. I was pulled away from the crowded lunchroom, and into a hallway.

"You can't tell anyone." His voice was deep and serious. His eyebrows furrowed together and his grasp on my wrist tightened.

"I won't, I promise." I smiled and he released my wrist.

"But why do you-" Marcel- uh Harry had already walked away. I rubbed my forehead out of confusion. The bell rang and I headed to my afternoon classes with several unanswered questions.















Sorry short chapter...Part 3-persistance

My feet walked in an alternating pattern on my way home from school. I hadn't had an encounter with Harry since lunch. I had trouble focusing in all of the remaining classes I had after lunch. The idea of a superstar attending the small public Holmes Chapel school while keeping it a secret from everyone was still fresh in my mind. Curiosity overflowed the river of my mind, mixing it into a swirling hurricane. I was confused with idea of it as a whole. I suppose going undercover wasn't a terrible idea, considering that he would've been bombarded constantly with fans otherwise. What confused me was the particular disguise choice. I needed to find out the whole story. It was intriguing and I couldn't forget about it.



As I reached my neighborhood my eyes focused onto a distinct figure in the distance. Criss. Of course, how could I forget about my lovely neighbor. Hint my sarcasm. I quickened my pace toward the door of my house calmly, avoiding attention.

"Hey! If it isn't my favorite neighbor!" He shouted across a nicely manicured lawn. I ignored him and continued down the path to my door, gluing my eyes to the cobblestone.

"Don't ignore me! I know you can hear me." He spoke harshly. I ripped my eyes from the path and forced myself to look at the idiotic boy. He had a wide smirk on his face.

"Hi." I mumbled and turned to leave.

"So what is with you hanging out with the nerd kid?" I almost wanted to laugh. Would he have said the same thing when he knew who "the nerd kid" actually was? I didn't think so.

"Yes, Har- uh Marcel and I are friends." He chuckled as I turned swiftly and walked home.

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The next lunch:

Students filed in from different hallways and into the immense, busy lunchroom. Students chatted and laughed along with their friends. I sighed wishing I had another friend besides Harry. He was great company, but sometimes it was good to have more than one friend. Not that I ever have had any other real friends. I was so quiet at my old school. I doubt anyone even remembers the shy girl who sat in the corner reading her books. Harry approached our table calmly as if nothing had ever happened. He arranged his neat paper bag lunch onto the table and handed me a slip of blank white paper.

"What's this for?" I stared at him with a confused look.

"Your number." He said directly. For a superstar, he sure had an interesting way of asking for a girls' number. I giggled at his awkward approach and scrawled my number onto the paper.

Harry's POV:

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Rose was strange. When she had found out that I was Harry Styles, she hadn't freaked out or fangirled on me. I really enjoyed her presence. It was nice to be treated like a normal person for once. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. Her smile was like gold. This was the only time I had ever gotten nervous around a girl before. When she stood up for me it was like something clicked inside of me. She wasn't like all of the other girls. She had a certain aura that made me want to know as much as I could about her. I hadn't known her for barely a week and yet it was as if I had known her for years.

She was the kind of girl who wasn't bothered by what others thought of her. She was quiet and conserved, and I craved her presence. I know that it wasn't like me to go head over heels for a girl I had barely met considering my superstar persona. When I saw her, my palms would go clammy and I would get weak in my knees. Cliche, I know.

I just hoped she felt the same way toward me, which was rather unlikely.

Rose's POV:

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I swirled my hair around my finger scribbling in the last of my homework. School was usually such a bore, considering that I was a very nerdy girl, I usually just sat in the front of the classroom listening intently. I filled in the last question and a loud rapping sounded from the front door. Who could be here at this hour? I gathered myself together, trying to look presentable for the stranger on the other side of the door.

I rushed down the hallway, as fast a possible. The knocking intensified.

"I'm coming!" I shouted at the persistent knocker. I opened the door swiftly, revealing a mop of chestnut curls and a bright smile.

"Hello, who are you?" I asked inquisitively. He let out a deep chuckle.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me Rose." His eyes protruded my thoughts, as if trying to remind me.

"Marcel? Er, Harry?" I said knitting my eyebrows together.

"Yeah, we need to discuss that." He said as if asking to enter the house. I moved over to the side of the door, allowing his sky scraping figure to enter my home. I shut the door and followed behind him as he sat on the couch in the living room. Boxes surrounded the house, being that we hadn't completely unpacked quite yet.

"I suppose you deserve an explanation." I nodded and waited for his story of sorts.

"Well I never actually got to finish school, so management thought it would be a good idea for me to go back in disguise. It wouldn't exactly be in my best interest to go to school in my usual attire." He said gesturing to his curly hair and skinny jeans. I nodded.

"You're different Rose. Why didn't you freak out when you found out who I was?"

"To be honest, I didn't know who you were." I laughed and felt a heat rise to my cheeks.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Sure."

"Why didn't you stand up for yourself? I mean I understand you were 'playing the part' but you let them kick you around." I pondered, peering directly into his eyes.

"Good question. I don't think I know the answer though." He almost looked sad as if all along he hadn't been playing a part, but as if the feelings were all genuine.

"I did come here to give you some news." He responded. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm no longer going to school as Marcel. After this week, you can start addressing me as Harry." He smirked and left my house without another word. I was left in a stunned stance.

Okay Harry it is, I thought.

A/N: Hello readers! Hope you like this! How often should I post updates cause I honestly don't know lol. K bye!

-Lilac :)