Alex POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I awoke suddenly with a gasp as the annoying alarm clock blared from my little iPhone. I turned the alarm off and pulled the duvet off my body. I was so tired from yesterday that I didn’t even bother to change out of my shorts. I pulled my refreshed body across the cream carpet to the bathroom with cream subway tiles. I quickly peeled the cloths off of my body and turned the shower on. As I got in the claw foot tub, I mentally made sure that I didn’t have any chores for today. I had packed the girl’s bags last night and I didn’t have to make breakfast because school provided it. When I finished washing my hair with pomegranate scented shampoo and washing my body with orange scented body wash, I pushed the blue shower curtain out of the way and climbed. I quickly wrapped a towel around my wet body and walked to my walk-in-closet. I pulled on my under garments and I took my uniform off the silver hanger and began to slip it on piece by piece. I began with my navy skirt and then put my white button down on. I then pulled on my gray knit cardigan and some black tights. I walked to the mirror and swiped some eyeliner and mascara on my eye and a little bit of lip gloss on my lips. I dried my hair and let it air dry and fall naturally. When I was satisfied, I pulled on my worn black converse sneakers and put my phone and lanyard in the front pocket of my white backpack. I walked out the door and found a old black BMW sitting in my driveway.
“Alex,” Katie my BFF shouted, “merry first day of school.” I giggled to myself and quickly walked across the gray cobblestone path to her car.
“Hey love,” Joe, my other BFF, continued punching my arm, “how was Oxford?”
“Oh, amazing,” I replied. I had taken a college enrichment program in the summer at Oxford that cost me 2500 pounds in one my summer checks and a whole lot of begging. “How was building houses in Africa?”
“It gave me the sexiest arse in all of London,” he replied slapping his butt. Well, Joe was my best guy friend in the entire world, but he could never be more because he was gay. I never really saw him above just a friend and it would never happen, ever. “ Oh, here’s your coffee,” he said handing me a white starbucks cup.
“Thanks love,” I replied as I began to drink my coffee.
For the rest of the short ride to school, Katie and I began to joke about everything. We talked about summer, Mary, future plans for college. I had always wanted to go to America for Uni. My dream was to go to Stanford University in California or Johns Hopkins in Maryland. We all had different dream and goals, but that was okay because I would never be able to forget them. As we pulled up to the large brick building, I began to take in the scenery once again. This was going to be my last year in London, my last year under the evil wrath of Mary. I smiled to myself as I climbed out of the front seat gripping my coffee in one hand and slipping my backpack on the other. We walked into the school building with beige walls and began to head towards Mr. Kinua’s homeroom.
“Hey Katie,” a muscular footballer winked at Katie, “nice arse.”
“Oh ya,” she responded to the player, “ and you’re tool.”
I laughed at her little comeback when a black Range Rover pulled up to our school.
“ONE DIRECTION,” a girl screamed.
I watched a boy with short wavy hair get out of the car and then another boy with deep chocolate curls hop out behind him. The second they walked out, all the students in our school began to swarm them. One girl who had hiked up her skirt handed Harry her number, and another girl almost threw up on them.
“Oh, come on,” I whispered to Katie as we walked away from the crowd toward homeroom.
“Ugh,” Joe groaned, “is it just me, or is Harry Styles just mega sexy. I feel so much sexual tension.” Me and Katie burst out laughing as we walked past the wood doors in the hallway to our homeroom. It seemed like we were the first people there and we quickly found good seats in the back together.

Harry POV
The car stopped right in front of the door even after we explained to the driver that that would cause too much attention. We quickly scrambled to get out. I wore the grey sweater and navy pants that went with the uniform and fixed my curly locks that girls just adored. I was so excited to be back in school with normal kids. Ever since I got back from tour, I felt like I lost myself to fame and money. I wanted to be me and just live a semi-normal life.
The second I got out of the car behind Liam, I head a scream and people began to rush towards. I truly loved out fans, but honestly I did not want them here right now. One, rather fit, girl walked up to me in a super short skirt and shoved her phone number in the pocket of my sweater. Some people just wanted to touch my fingers while others literally threw up with excitement at the sight of me. Some total jocks invited me to their party that they were throwing in their dorm next weekend and one girl was willing to have sex with right then and there. I shook a couple of hands and went on my way to my assigned homeroom, Mr. Kinua, I believe.
I grabbed Liam’s shirt from behind me to stop him from wandering aimlessly through the halls and become late from homeroom.
“What’s the homeroom again,” Liam asked me.
“Uh, Mr. Kinua,” I replied in a hushed tone so that no one could hear us. We walked towards the main office in order to find a non-fan to show us to the room. We walked into the white room full of cubicles and found a chubby secretary stapling some papers and wearing a pair of reading glasses.
“What may I do for you,” he asked looking up at us as if we were doing something mischievous. Usually, that would be true, but since I was new here that hasn’t happened just yet.
“er… where is Mr. Kinua’s homeroom,” Liam asked politely.
“Oohhh, Mr. Kinua. You boys are quite lucky. He’s really a great teacher. Straight up those stairs and third classroom on your right,” she explained.
“Thank you,” Liam and I replied.
We walked out of the room and followed the secretary’s directions to the room quickly keeping our heads down so no one would bombard us once again. We walked in past the light colored wood doors and sat in the back row next to some group. Suprisingly, they didn’t attempt to talk to us, or ask us to sing, or sleep with them, but I swear the boy kept giving me an ‘I want you’ look.
~*~“Ok, class,” a clean shaved man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes began to explain, “senior projects.” he continued as some people in the class groaned. I looked around the room and saw every girl in the room except two stare at me instead of the teacher. “You guys are going to write notes to secret pen pals in this school about recent stresses in your life. Tell them your goals, your secrets, you wishes, your personal problems, your number. You can communicate outside of these letters and everything personal you talk about within these letters remains confidential. You will leave the letters in certain places with a certain nickname that I intend on giving each of you. You may wish to communicate outside of the letters and you may wish to reveal yourselves, and that it is your choice, but remember that no matter what, the information is confidential. Ok, begin on your letters.”
I pulled out a piece of paper from my black backpack and began to scribble out my thoughts when I realized that when the person found out who I really was, they would not are about whatever I told them and would just want my fame. So I erased everything and wrote, “I’m Harry Styles. If you want to make out with me or tell everybody that I’m your pen pal, that’s ok. If you want proof of who I am, meet me behind the staircase at 1:00 during school.”
I sighed to myself and walked up to Mr. Kinua and handed him my folded letter. He thanked me for the letter and began to scribble something on the cover. I spent the next hour just relaxing in my seat.
~*~"Don’t forget to get your letters at the door and class dismissed,” Mr. Kinua yelled over the rumbling of the classroom.
I walked up to him at the door and grabbed the a letter from his hand and walked out of the rectangular classroom with Liam. On the top of the folded letter read, “To: Prince Charming. From: Cinderella.” I laughed at the cliché and opened up the letter out of mere curiosity.
Alex POVI grabbed a letter from Mr. Kinua as I walked out of the door with Katie and Joe. I looked at the top and read who it was from. “To: Cinderella From: Prince Charming” I giggled at the complete cliché and began to open the letter.