This story begins many years ago when a little boy meets a little girl...

Margo's POV

1999

I ran through the park in excitement. I can't believe we live across the street from a park now! I'm going to miss my friends, but I am glad to be in such a pretty place.

"Don't run far!" I hear my brother, Liam, call. I playfully roll my eyes at his maturity, and make my way to the fountain in the center of the park. There, I see a familiar face.

"Effy?" I ask, as I greet my old friend. She smiles wide at me. There's a little boy standing behind her, and he seems almost afraid of me. But what would I do to him? I perfectly harmless.

"Margo, what're you doing here?" She asks, as her face lights up. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hug her back tightly. The little boy looks up at me, slightly, and his blue eyes nearly glow in the sun. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it.

"My family and I have just moved here. Liam and I have just been enrolled into St. Mary's Academy." I tell her, slightly glancing at her friend. He's staring at me, but as soon as I look back, he turns to the ground. Curious.

"Who you got there, hiding behind you?" I ask her, politely. I gesture towards the boy, and Effy moves from in front of him.

"This is Niall. Niall, this is Margo. She's a friend of mine I met at camp. Remember?" Effy introduces. He just nods ever so slightly, and looks down at his feet.

I put my hand out in front of him, getting his attention. He stares down at it, and I frown.

He's shy. I get that. Liam use to be quite shy himself. Turns out, he was just unsure. I give Niall a big smile, and look him in the eyes.

"It's alright. I promise I don't bite." I tell him, as kindly as I can. He chuckles a little, and shakes my hand. His cheeks begin to turn red, and a thought suddenly occurs to me. "Give me a moment."

I run towards the entrance of the park, remembering a small garden of daisies that lied down beside the park gate. I looked for the prettiest one I could, and plucked it from it's family. Running back towards them, I handed Niall the flower.

"What's this for?" He asked, looking confused. I gave him a small smile.

"I think you're the sweetest person I've met, Niall. And I think we're going to get along great." I tell him, in all honesty. I lean towards him, and lightly press my lips to his cheek. Once I pull away from him, I notice his cheeks completely flushed, he looked like a tomato.

"I think I wanna marry you someday." He told me in a thick Irish accent. Effy seemed to be as taken back as I was. I was surprised at first, but I immediately smiled yet again at him.

"Maybe, one day, you'll be lucky enough." I tell him. I've seen way too many of my mummy's soap operas.

"Margo!" I hear my brother call. Sometimes, he can be a pain. I let out a slight sigh of disappointment, as I see him waving towards me from the entrance.

"That's my brother. I have to go." I say. With that, I turn on my heels and head towards him. I do, however, hear Niall and Effy continue talking.

"You really wanna marry her?" Effy asks him. I didn't believe it either, if I'm being honest.

"Absolutely." Was all he responded with. I could feel his eyes on me. I smiled to myself at his answer. It gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"Good luck. She's a strange one." Effy stated. I smiled at that as well, as there voices suddenly became to quiet to hear. I can't argue with that one.

PRESENT DAY

"Margo! It's time to wake up for school!" I hear my brother yell from my doorway. I was currently sleeping on my stomach, with my face buried into my mattress. I grabbed my pillow from beside me, --how'd it get there?-- and plopped it over my face to protect myself from the sunlight.

"Go away!" I responded, my voice muffled from the pillow. If there's one thing in this world that I hate, it's that time of day when I have to roll out of my warm, safe, comfy bed. I begin to drift off into a deep sleep, when I suddenly feel a harsh nudge. Before I can see what's coming, I fall, face-first, onto the floor.

"Liam!" I wine, loudly, as I sit up on the floor. I look up at him, as I rub my eyes.

"Get. Up." He says with a firm voice. He gives me the evilest look, as if he's staring into my soul. With that, he flashes me a sweet smile, and walks away. I furrow my eyebrows, confused, and scratch the back of my head.

Was that weird? Yes. Was that the first time something like that happened? No. Do I think my brother may be partly Satan? Possibly.

I decided to pick myself up from the floor and get ready for school. It is my first day of senior year today. I'm actually very excited. I pick out my outfit for the day, and am soon dressed. I proceeded to pin my hair, and was soon on my way.

I said my goodbyes to my mother after a sweet kiss on the cheek, and had decided to meet my brother there.

Once I arrive at the all-too-familiar front building, I let out a huge high. Don't get me wrong. I like school just fine. I do okay with my grades, my friends all go here, and it gives me something productive to do throughout the day, five days a week.

However, in spite of all these great facts, I still hate coming. I hate waking up early, I hate the pda, and I especially hate seeing people I don't want to see. Especially when it comes to certain ex boyfriends...

"Margo!" I hear a loud shriek from down the hall. I look into the wide-open doors to find a certain bubbly-blonde-princess running towards me.

"Darcy!" I cheer back, as I make my way to her as well. I rush into her arms, and embrace my best friend in the largest, most secure hug I've ever given her.

Over the summer, my family and I took a trip out of the country. We went to America, to be more precise. It was lovely, really. I just missed my friends so much. I could tell Liam missed them as well.

She smiled at me brightly.

"Well... how was America? Was it hot? Oh, speaking of! Did you meet any boys? And how was the food? Also..."

"Darc, I just got back." I cut her off. "And I will definitely be catching up with you on everything soon enough. But first, where's Zayn?" I asked. She smiled widely, and pointed to the hallway to the left of us.

I saw Zayn, talking to our usual group of friends. I couldn't contain my growing smile. It's been far too long since I've seen that face.

"Zayn!" I scream. Many people look at me, but more importantly, he does. He turns swiftly around, and I can tell he's excited to see me too. With no longer being able to contain myself, I rush towards him.

As I'm a foot away, he holds his arms out, and I jump into them, wrapping my legs around his torso. He wraps his arms around my waist, place one hand on the back of my head and the other on the small of my back. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck.

Of everything that I missed out on this summer, Zayn was the thing I missed the most. I love Darcy to pieces, but no one gets me quite like Zayn does.

After a few moments, Zayn places me on the ground. I look over to see the guys staring at us, and clear my throat.

"Ahem. Harry, Louis,... Uh Niall. Good to see you guys." I say. They all give me friendly faces, except Niall. He just looks down awkwardly.

I get that things are going to be weird between the two of us now. I mean, we've only just broken up on the first day of summer which was about three months ago. It doesn't help that I haven't seen him since. But, it's only going to be more awkward if he makes it so.

"So, Margo..." Harry suddenly says. He comes up to me, and drapes his arm over my shoulder. I begin to stare at his arm, as I furrow my eyebrows. "Maybe you'd want to stop by my house later, so we can get some alone time."

He give me the smirk. You know, the one that makes all the girls swoon. I've known Harry for far too long, and I know all of his tricks.

I begin to laugh loudly, as I remove his arm from my shoulder.

"Yeah, in your dreams, Styles." I tell him, walking off. Darcy walks beside me, and I begin to fill her in on what I've been doing this summer.

Louis's POV

We all watch Margo walk away, and begin to laugh hysterically at yet another one of Harry's rejections, at the hands of Margo Payne, herself. It never seems to get old.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Zayn says. "When are you going to learn? She's never gonna sleep with you." He tells him. I laugh loudly, seeing as that is the truth.

"She will!" Harry says, rather loudly. "Just... give me some more time." He gets way to defensive of these things. It's just a girl. There's plenty of them in high school.

Though, even I have to admit, Margo is pretty special. I can see where the attraction is coming from on his part. However I can also see why she rejects him every time. He acts too much like a cliche. Margo's a smart girl, so his moves are never going to work on her.

"You... have been trying to get into her pants since the seventh grade. Let's not pretend like you're going to make progress anytime soon." I say, chuckling. He mocks my laugh, and then walks away angry. Niall follows him, I assume to make sure he's okay.

"And then there were two." Zayn says, looking at me. I smile a little, as my attention is caught by a certain brunette. I see her talking to Darcy, and she begins to laugh about something she's said.

Her laugh is really something else. The way her face lights up, the genuine smile she flashes, the crinkles she gets by her eyes. It's something straight off a canvas.

"What do you think of Margo?" I ask Zayn, in all honesty. I'm not sure what it is about her, but she's recently caught my eye. I think it was sometime after I'd learned that her and Niall broke up.

They were together for so long. As long as I can remember, anyways. It was always Margo and Niall, I'd never even thought to look at her in any sort of romantic way. However, now that she's just.. Margo, my feelings have changed a bit towards her.

"Lou, she's my best friend. I love her like a sister." He answered in way that made me feel like that was the obvious answer.

"Well, yeah. But like, what do you think of her? Do you think she's a good person?" I questioned.

He nodded a bit in response.

"Of course. Haven't you met her? She's the nicest person I know." He was quick to answer.

"Well, what about her appearance? Do you think she's pretty?" I ask yet another question. He begins to shake his head in confusion.

"Why all the questions?" He asks.

"Are you avoiding it?" I ask back. We both look at each other suspiciously, squinting our eyes at each other.

"Truth is, she's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met. And that's saying something." He answered. I looked down, a bit worried.

"Do you like her?" I went out and asked. I couldn't stop myself. The words pours out of me like a river. He began to laugh at my question.

"Is that what this is all about? You think I have a thing for Margo?" He asked. "Of course I don't. She's a great person, she really is. But, frankly, I think she'd make a shit girlfriend. For me, at least. We're just not compatible in that way." He told me.

I was truly relieved to hear that. I don't even know if Margo is something I want. But I like to keep my options as open as possible.

"If you're asking for yourself, however..." He suddenly said, catching me off guard. "I really think you should go for it."