Alex POV
I opened the piece of white lined piece of paper carefully as I walked to my locker at the end of the hallway.
“Who’d you get the letter from,” she asked as she nudged her shoulders against my arm.
“Well, it’s none of you bee’s wax,” I replied with a smirk on my face.
I had finally gotten to my beige paint over metal locker and began to twist the lock at my waist area for my lock. I tried to shatter my mind for my combination for the past two years and finally remembered. 22-36-10. The lock snapped open and I pulled it off with ease.
“Hey, so Homecoming,” Katie began to blabber, “you’re going, right.”
“Katie, I’m not so sure. I would literally have to give Mary my kidney to get her to let me go somewhere fun for the night.”
“Ok, seriously. You only have one more year left with Mary. Listen, I know that she is pure torcher –“
“Alex,” Joe interrupted, “I've been working on your dress since August”
“Bros, listen okay. I still have a year with her and I’d much rather go home and not get into any trouble.” I rolled my eyes and continued to rummage in my locker. I put some of my books into the large beige box and placed the opened note on the top shelf. I began to organize my familiar locker. I put my unneeded textbooks and cheap little notebooks in my bag. I took out my Harrods paper writing notebook and began to fill my white bag up with my books.
“First class,” Katie asked.
“Um,” I said pulling out my schedule from inside my notebook, “Calculus.”
“Ohhhh, me too,” Katie squealed, “let’s go.”
I picked up my bag and some of my summer work in my hand in a clipboard. When I felt ready to go, I grabbed the letter from the top shelf and slipped into the pocket of my cardigan. When I turned around, I felt myself pushed down by some force. I began to fall back towards the ground and some body began to follow me on to the floor. I fell with a sudden force on the ground. When I made it to the floor, I found a pair of emerald green eyes looking into mine. I scanned his face and saw his cheeks squeeze into a smile to form his famous dimples. Oh my god, Harry Styles just fell on top of me.
No one actually knew this about me, but I have always loved One Direction. I watched them be put together on x-factor during dinner and I checked up on them on my iPhone. Even during x-factor, I really liked watching Harry Styles grow up, but the fact that my sisters and pretty much the whole world fell in love with them during x-factor is what really caused me to hide my interest. When Harry fell on me, I could feel something click inside of me. I felt like there was something real between us, but it was something. The thing about this entire situation is that I was just Alexandra Kouroi, a nobody, and he was Harry Styles, the somebody.
“Erm, Sorry,” he whispered as he got up. He helped me pick up some of my things that had flown on to the floor and he gave it back to me looking deep into my eyes. I could feel like he was going to give me his heart, as corny as that does sound. I looked back into his forest green eyes but then pulled my eyes away.
“t-thanks,” I stuttered quickly as I grabbed my books and peeled my eyes away.
He nodded quickly towards me and began walking down the brightly lit corridor.
“HARRY! Long time no kiss babe,” I heard an overly peppy girl scream as he walked away from helpless old me.
I turned myself quickly in order to see what was happening when I saw Alexis and Shay standing with the school ‘popular’ girl attempting to eat Harry’s face. I felt my heart drop as Harry kissed her and I began to pile my books in my backpack. I walked away as fast as I could so I could keep myself from watching the make-out session. I shoved my lock back on to the beige locker and grabbed note before I shut the door. I pulled my dangerously heavy backpack onto my muscular shoulders and walked ferociously out of the hallway to my A-level Calculus class.
Harry POV“Woah, Kaylie,” I breathed as I pushed the desperate girl with too much make up on away from me. Yes, I admit, she was rather pretty, but personality also has to do how much someone likes a girl and Kaylie had quite the wretched personality.
“Oh, Harry, Baby,” she smiled as she pushed her chest into mine, “don’t be like that.”
“Kaylie, I have to get to class,” I replied as I walked away and slung my brown leather messenger bag across my body and walked to my A-level Calculus class.
Alex POVAs I walked down the hall to Maths, I decided that I would read the letter now. Maybe this whole letter thing would help me relieve some of my stresses. I head the paper crinkle as I straightened it out with finger. I could see Mr. Kinua’s writing in red pen for our pseudonyms and felt myself giggle as I looked at the names once again. Prince Charming and Cinderella; what the heck was Mr. Kinua trying to do? I quickly flipped the page over and felt the wrinkles of the paper in my hands.

“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.”

Holy macaroni... my heart fluttered at the mere thought that Harry Styles was my pen pal. After our encounter a while ago, I was definitely developing a crush on him. But I wasn't going to fan girl over the fact that he was actually my pen pal. If he wanted to talk about his problems, I would let him discuss them with me. I was going to write a letter back to him.
Harry POVAs I walked to my Maths classroom, I pulled out the wrinkled and folded white and blue paper and heard it crinkle as I began to unfold it. The paper felt smooth against my hands and I could smell a slight scent of pomegranate and oranges on the paper. I read once again to the classic couple name: Prince Chaming and Cinderella on the paper and felt as though I had to laugh at the names. I flipped the page and quickly began to read.

“I used to be perfect. I used to be happy. Everything around me used to work. I had to loving parents and I was a good kid. But for some reason, life decided to punish me. My mother used to say that good things come to those that deserve it. But my question is, what is it that I did wrong?
My mother died when I was 8, and my father left my mother and I six months earlier when I was seven. I was just a kid when this happened, but suddenly, I was called on to grow up. I don’t want to give you any details because if you were to find who I actually am, you would probably not want to talk to me. But if you do want to help me, or even just talk to me, you can leave a note behind the stairs for me at 1:00.”As I read the note over and over again. My mouth almost fell to the ground as I read it. It hurt me that someone was going through something like this. Just by reading this, I knew that I had to help this girl.