Serendipity

Chapter 1-
Thursday:
Mya’s POV:
Today will be the death of me! Today is the day when my big sister Jazz is going to England for exchange and in return we get some British boy by the name of ‘Harry Styles’. You probably have no idea what is going on so I’m going to give you a bit of background information. Hi, my name is Mya Walters and I am 16 years old. I live in Sydney, Australia and go to Archibald Academy for young boys and girls. I have an amazing group of friends who I love and adore and who will back me up when I say this.

“I would rather watch paint dry than talk to him!” I slammed my books down the table.

“What?! No!” Almost all of them replied back.

I am at school, during my lunch break outside, sitting at our group’s usual table, discussing about the new ‘member’ of my family.

“Come on! I’ve read his profile he sent us, he sounds like a spoiled, witty, 17 year old kid who parties every weekend and gets away with it because he is such a mummy’s boy.” I pointed out as I was drinking my ice tea.

“SO?!” Roxanne replied, “He’s British and by the looks of things,” She smirked, looking at his photo, “He’s hot!”

“Looks can be deceiving.” Coraline stated.

“Thank you!” I huffed, “At least someone agree’s with me!” I smiled at Coraline.

“When do you have to meet him?” Nadine asked.

“Um,-” I said as I looked down at my watch.

“Sorry for this interruption, could Stewart Wonarld, Rebecca Chistle, Alec Vanto, David Caleb and Mya Walters go to the main office, thank you.” The lady sounded through the speakers.

“Speak of the devil.” Delia nudged me.

“Great.” I sighed, “Wish me luck.” I yelled as I made my way over to the office.

“GOOD LUCK!” I heard Millie yell.

I made my way to the main office walking between the girls section and the boys. You see my school is divided into three buildings: juniors co-head, senior boys and senior girls. From year 7 to year 9 is junior co head building, then from year 10 to year 12 it is senior boys at one building and senior girls at another. The school thought it was a ‘great’ idea to spilt us when we hit senior year so that we can focus on our exams. Though some classes in year 10-12 can be co-head as there might have to join years together cause the class is too small.

But thats not the only different thing about my school. Then, we have our uniform. To be honest it’s probably the best uniform I could ever wish for. For the junior girls they wear: a cute above the knee dress, button down shirt underneath, a blazer or and jumper, a choice of tie or bow tie, then a choice of shoes which include vans, converse, ballet flats or normal school shoes. Junior boys are: button down shirt, 3/4 pants, blazer or and jumper, a tie, then a choice of shoes which include vans, converse, nikes or normal school shoes. Finally the SENIORS! AKA US! For the girls: a above the knee skirt or high waisted shorts, button down shirt, a senior blazer or and jumper, a choice of tie or bow tie, then a choice of shoes which include vans, converse, ballet flats or normal school shoes. Lastly the senior boys: a button down shirt, long pants, senior blazer or and jumper, a tie, then a choice of shoes which include vans, converse, nikes or normal school shoes. Along with this we are aloud jewellery but its up to the teachers opinion on how much you are wearing, you are aloud clear, french or light coloured nail polish and aloud hair up or down.

So as you can see, my school is pretty awesome :)

(Click here to see school uniform)

So I was now in the main office, standing next to year 11’s. Now you maybe wondering why would someone in year 10 would be responsible if the other four people are in a higher year. Well my sister Jazz got this scholarship in England so she swapped with Harry, meaning I was now his ‘responsible student’ Stewart, Rebecca, Alec and David have no siblings so that’s why they got picked,… I guess.

“Stewart this is your student, Louis.” Miss Cole pointed out. He was cute, but I reckon I had seen better.

“Rebecca, this is Niall, your student.” Miss read from her list. His accent was a strong Irish one, he was the wild card out of the pack.

“Liam, meet Alec.” Miss Cole smiled. He seemed nice, but never judged a book by its cover.

“David, this is Zayn.” She motioned them. He looked quite mysterious.

“And last but not least, Harry this is Mya.” She smiled and put her clip board away. Although I am not very fond of Styles yet, I do have to agree he is kinds fit… I guess. His curly hair was perfectly swept to one side, his bright emerald eyes starring at me and a half smile planted on his face.

“Um, this is a mistake, she’s not the girl we picked from the list.” He said to Miss in a deep accent.

“Hi to you too, asshole.” I whispered, looking down.

“I’m sorry?!” Harry frowned looking at me.

“Apology excepted.” I smirked.

“Now now Mya, its his first time in Australia, show him some respect.” Miss patted my shoulder then looked to Harry, “I’m afraid there is no mistake, you must be thinking of Jazz, she has gone to England for exchange, like you really. I think they forgot to inform you about Jazz’s little sister, Mya, she will replace Jazz.” She smiled.

“Oh.” Harry simply said, looking at me up and down.

“Don’t worry, she’s only a year younger than you, but I know you will have a blast.” Miss ended and walked away.

“Fun.” I sarcastically replied, heading out the office doors.

“WAIT?!” I heard him yell.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I haven’t properly introduced myself, love,” He smiled cheekily at me, “I’m H-” He started trying to give me a hug.

I backed away, “Your Harry, I know.” I laughed and walked down the stairs.

“Not a hugging type of person babe?” He questioned as he walked beside me, heading towards the girls section of the building.

“No, I just don’t hug strangers.” I shrugged.

“We don’t have to be?” He smiled, showing his dimples.

“Right, like thats going to happen, just stay here while I get my books and bag. Don’t look at anyone, don’t talk to anyone, just look at the ground and be quiet. Understand?” I looked at him seriously.

“Why? Why can’t I come with you?” He asked.

“Because this is the girls building, your not allowed to enter…” I stated the obvious, “Like, page three of the student rules book…” I added, him giving me a confused look, “Have you even read the school rules?!” I asked, shocked at him.

“No.” He replied monotoned.

I rubbed my forehead, “Lord, give me strength.” I sighed.

“What?” He seemed puzzled.

“Just stay.” I told him.

“Woof.” He glared at him.

“Good dog.” I glared back and walked back over to my group.

Harry’s POV:
Oh my gosh?! What is wrong with her?! Did I do something wrong?! I am not letting some 16 year old girl tell me what to do, and what not to do, who does she think she is?! She is totally out of line!

I decided to ignore her and kept walking in the same direction as her. I walked closer approaching her and what looked like her group.

“DAYUM!” I heard a girl say, looking up at me.

“What?” Mya asked confused, turning around, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“I was bored.” I shrugged.

“What, so your deaf? Along with stupid, attention seeking-” Mya started but go interrupted by a girls hand on her mouth.

“Shhhh Mya, stop talking nonsense.” She smiled sweetly, her hand still covering Mya mouth,

“I’m Roxanne, but call me Roxy, pleasure to meet you.”

“At least someone appreciates me, call me Harry babe.” I smirked.

“Define appreciate.” Another girl smirked, I’m gathering another person who is not my number one fan.

“Who are you love?” I asked.

“Mhm, wouldn’t you like to know.” She crossed her arms.

“Right… so Mya, aren’t you gonna introduce me to your gorgeous friends?” I looked at her.

“No.” She glared at me, “Oww!” She yelled in pain, Roxy stepping on her foot.

“She means yes.” Roxy looked at Mya, Mya sighed.

“You’ve met Roxanne, this is Coraline-” She pointed to the girl who gave me attitude before, (gathering she hates me too) “This is Alana, Millie, Annabeth, Delia, Nadine, Annie, Juliet, Dominique, Violet, Odelia and Heather.”

“Hey ladies.” I winked.

“Harry has to go, now.” Mya pushed me to leave.

“No I don’t.” I frowned.

“Yes, yes you do, we are going back to my place.” Mya told me.

“Really? Wow, you get straight into it don’t you? No mucking around.” I smirked, loving this
banter.

“Ew!” She simply said and dragged me away, “We are going back to my place cause Miss Cole thought you would be tired from the long flight, resting up so tomorrow you won’t be late…being prepared.”

“What ever.” I was gonna have so much fun…not!

We walked to her house, which wasn’t that far from school really. Her house was like a cottage, had wild flowers in the front yard, tile walk way and a huge wooden front door with a knocker.

“Meow!” I heard a noise coming from the seat near the front door.

“Was that a cat?” I asked.

“Yeah, her name is Ginger, she’s kinda old, so she won’t bite.” Mya smiled.

I went up to the cat and patted her, played with her, she was so cute, purring, “Hello, you’re so cute, aren’t you.” I smiled talking to Ginger.

“You like cats?” Mya asked, grabbing the house keys.

“Yeah, love them! Have one back home in Cheshire.” I smiled, looking up at her, she was being nice for one.

“Like the cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland?” Mya smiled back, I never noticed how beautiful her smile was till now.

“Yeah, something like that.” I stood up.

“Come on.” She gestured to go inside the house.

I walked inside her house and it was just how I imagined it, cute but spacious. There was nine rooms: a lounge room, three bedrooms, loft type area which was like a huge bedroom/lounge room, office area, two bathrooms a kitchen and a huge backyard.

“Hope its ok.” Mya said unsurely.

“Yeah, its fine.” I smiled slightly.

“Well I have to do an assessment, so don’t bother me unless your are dying.” She walked down the hall and to the right.

“Um, thanks?” I told myself.

I decided to snoop around for a while and I ended up finding her bedroom. It was London/England themed and looked pretty good if you ask me.
I heard an opening and closing of the front door, thats when I heard foot steps approach Mya’s room, “Can I help you?” I heard a voice say behind me.

I turned around to find a women with chocolate brown hair, deep blue eye’s and a killer body,

“Um…I…got…lost…I’m Harry, by the way.” I smiled. (TOTAL MILF!)

“Ohhh I thought you looked familiar!” The women hugged me, which I didn’t mind one bit, “I’m Libby, Mya and Jazz’s mum.” She smiled, releasing the hug.

“Right… so do I call you Mrs Walters or-” I asked politely.

“Libby is fine sweetheart. So its almost five thirty, are you hungry?” Libby asked, walking out of Mya’s bedroom.

“Um, kinda.” I replied following her to the kitchen.

“How about gnocchi napoletana?” Libby asked, placing her handbag down on the island and walking over the cupboard.

“Great,” I smiled, “That’s Italian right?”

“Sì.” She laughed.

“Are you Italian?” I questioned, taking a seat on one of the island stools.

“Kinda…my grandparents parents were from Italy so I guess I am too, though we haven’t really kept the tradition.” Libby rolled up her sleeves of her button up top.

“Interesting…any other backgrounds?” I played with the apple from the fruit bowl.

“British. I met Mya and Jazz’s father in Staffordshire, but we moved here before we got married. Mya and her dad went back to England, Manchester to be exact, because of work issues.” She smiled, taking the utensils out.

“Is that why Mya’s room is filled with British stuff.” I took a bite out of the apple.

She laughed, “Yeah, she’s been to London once, but she wants to go back.”

“MUM! ARE YOU HOME?!” I heard a loud yell come from the office.

“YES! Come out and help me cook.” Libby started to cook.

I heard running coming towards the kitchen, and then a thump.
“What was that?” I asked worried, turning around to find Mya lying on the floor, she slipped from running in her socks, “Hahaha!” I laughed.

“Shut up Harry!” She groaned, trying to get up.

“Here,” I walked towards her, “Let me help you.” I smirked, knowing it would piss her off.

“I don’t NEED your help, thank you very much.” Mya stood up an crossed her arms.

“Does she always have this attitude, Libby?” I smirked at Mya again and turned around to face Libby.

“I’m afraid so, Harry. She’s cheeky, just like her father.” Libby smiled.

“HEY!” Mya frowned walking over to her mum.

“The truth hurts Mya.” I smiled.

“Are you too going to get along? Ever?” Libby asked.

“Nope.” We both said in unison.

Notes

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