You Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter One – Enrollment

(A/N: I’m going to rewind a few years in this book so all of the guys are around 17/18)

“SAMANTHA CLARISSA JONES GET DOWNSTAIRS BEFORE I COME UP THERE AND DRAG YOU OUT OF THAT BED MYSELF” uh oh… Dad shouting in the mornings is never a good sign. Was there something important to do today? OH RIGHT! COLLEGE! SHIT! FIRST DAY.

Urgh. It’s so annoying. I got my a-level results a few weeks ago and instead of taking a gap year to travel the world like I planned to, I have to use it to retake all of my frickin a levels. And to make matters worse, we moved houses!

I’m currently in my first year of A levels, and now that we’ve moved, I’m in my first year… again. Urgh.

I had to move halfway across the country. Grrr. But at least now I could walk to college rather than take the bus. I absolutely hated the bus and train, especially when the oyster reader wouldn’t work. AND THE HIGHSCHOOL KIDS. OH MY FRICKIN DAYS. STOP ACTING LIE YOU OWN THE BUS.

YOU DON’T OWN THE TRAIN EITHER. YOU DON’T OWN THE FRICKIN MET LINE, OR THE JUBLEE OR THE FRICKIN PICADILLY. NO. NO YOU DON’T. Hmmm. Pompous Twats.

Well my dad was against the whole idea of a gap year anyways so I would have had to go into uni at 18 but I get to spend two more years at college until university! Yay. Thank you dad, thank you for moving me halfway across the country against my own will.

I drag my feet out of bed and make my way to my bathroom at a snail’s pace. Yes I have my own bathroom. No I’m not a snobby rich kid. I don’t lie snobby kids. Full. Stop.

I strip off all my clothes and tie my blonde hair up in a bun. I washed it last night so I could wake up later this morning, my bed and I are inseperatable. Looks like dad didn’t understand that. He just broke my relationship. I hope he’s happy! (Not.)

I step into the shower and the water pounds on my body instantly relaxing my muscles. I scrub my soft skin with that lynx women’s body wash thingy… I think it’s called Attract. It smells so sexy and today’s the perfect day to begin using it.

After my relaxing shower I step out of the steaming bathroom and go to my cupboard and pick out some light blue skinny jeans and a creamy oversized off shoulder jumper I got from Primark when I went shopping with Jamie last month and I perch a cream beanie on my head.

Not a huge fan of dresses, I’d prefer jeans over dresses any day!

Ahhh... last month, back home with my best friends. Liam and Jamie. I miss them so much!
Jamie’s my best friend, she done well with her exams so she’s carrying on at my previous college for A2 while I have to go to a different one, frickin halfway across the country!

I got 2 A’s and 2 B’s but it’s the annoyance of moving from Watford to Holmes Chapel. How fun.

Liam’s also my best friend, he texted he this morning telling me that he had a surprise for me… I could really use a bit of cheering up, I’m so far away from the two of them.

I accompany my clothes with gold stud earrings, black and white pearl bracelets on one side and my golden watch that Liam got me as a present before I left last month on the other wrist.

I pull my hair out of my bun and detangle it with my fingers and lightly brushing it so I don’t lose that wavy effect from sleeping with wet hair yesterday (stupid, I know) but it looks sooooo good!

Not wanting to look like I’m ill, I swipe a coat of mascara on my lashes and sweep my lips with a lightly tainted lip balm so I get the subtle pop of colour and I keep my lips from becoming dry.

I hate makeup, shocker right! But I’d rather be comfortable in my own skin.

I grab my bag filled with first day necessities and trudge downstairs, I go to the kitchen and sit down on the table.

“Morning dad” I lazily yawn and mumble a quiet good morning to him, still not put of my daze. “Morning Sam” he kisses me on the forehead and makes his way back to the pancakes. “All ready for your first day honey?” I nod lazily in agreement and stuff pancakes in my face too tired to say anything.

Mmmmm... I internally moan at the deliciousness of my dad’s pancakes, they are absolute perfection accompanied with Nutella and milk.

After I finish the pancakes, I gulp down the glass of milk and make my way to the door, I grab my bag, pack it with all necessities like my notepad, pencil case and my wallet, I also grab my keys and phone and quickly check my appearance in the mirror and shoot a quick bye to my dad before I start walking to my new college.

The walk is silent and peaceful, I plug in my headphones and pull up my Bruno Mars playlist. He is so frickin sexayy!

I already know my way since I had to walk my way here to enrol so I navigate through the streets by passing other students making their way to the school. Ahhh enrolment day. I still remember every single moment of that day crystal clear in my mind.

I was walking down an unfamiliar road and I kept my eyes glued to google maps on my phone. I made a right turn when specified and I bumped into something, causing my AS and GCSE results to fall to the ground.

I huffed in annoyance and bend down to pick them up when a hand entered my vision and gathered all of my papers up for me.

I looked up and I was instantly met with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I had ever seen. We both stood up immediately and that’s when I saw that this guy was much taller than me, I came up to his shoulder or so, so I had to look slightly up in order to take in the sight in front of me.

My eyes widened at his appearance, he was wearing dark blue jeans accompanied with a black v neck t-shirt, I could see tattoos on his bodyand they looked hot, his t-shirt was slightly see through so I could make out a slight six pack, my eyes trailed back up to his face and his soft lips held a slight smirk to them.

His hands were in his pockets and he was standing so casually, but he looked like a frickin model, especially the way his brown curls framed his face.

“Having fun checking me out huh?” it took me a moment to realise that those words came out of his mouth and I instantly blushed which resulted in a deep chuckle from him. Man his voice was extremely manly. While he chucked I stole a quick glance at him.

Wow.

He has dimples. What a turn on.

“Ummm… No... No I-I was just uh... I saw...a bug?!” A bug. Really Sam. A bug! WHY. I just embarrassed myself in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

CAN I SLAP YOU SAM? Oh… there’s my conscience Tyler, say hi Tyler. HII EVERYONE! Now shut it Tyler.

Yes my conscience is in Tyler Oakley's voice. Hehe

“So you didn’t have fun checking me out?” he smirked again and I wanted to disappear into thin air there and then.

Yes. SHUT UP TYLER

“What?” of course I had fun checking him out, he was hot. No. Hot is an understatement…
He was heavenly.

He shook his head while smirking and his curls flew all over the place. He ran his hand through them to fix them and my eyes widened. Oh. My. Muscles.

His muscles… this guy is too perfect to be real.

He ended my thoughts pretty quickly and he spoke up “Why thank you love, I could say the same for you” he then winked at me, I swear I died inside.

Love. I blushed at the name and smiled at the ground. Wait… what did he mean by ‘I could say the same for you’… “ummm… wh.. what do you mean by that?”

“Well… you did say this guy is too perfect to be real” his perfect face held a perfect smirk as he raised an eyebrow at me.

Shit. I was thinking out loud. Shit shit.

“Anyways, where are you going love? You look lost” oh yeah... enrolment. Grrr. Stupid attractive boys making me lose my concentration. NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING.

“Umm, I’m umm going to, umm… Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School?” I read the name and heard a deep chuckle from him. Urgh. So hot. “Umm, I’d hate to alarm you love but you’re going the wrong way” “WHAT!”I instantly grab my phone from the floor, how could I have not seen that before.

I unlock it and start cursing at google maps. Fuck you Google. Fuck you. Actually...thank you, a hot boy is showing me around. Oh yeah!

He laughs at my sudden reaction and I instantly feel a blush creeping on my cheeks and I instinctively twirl my finger around a strand of my hair, normal habit when I’m nervous.

“Love, should I show you the way?” I nod immediately because I don’t wanna get lost on the second week of arrival. Ok. How many times has he called me love in this conversation?

I think I should keep a love counter. So far I’m guessing around five? “Can’t help but notice a strong accent there? Are you from London” he asks as we make our way to the school. I nod in silence, embarrassed by my stupid sense of direction.

“You know, you can say something love”
Six.

I look up at him to see his gorgeous green eyes fixated on my face as he studies my features. I smirk up at him “You having fun checking me out?”

His eyes widen and he laughs.

Oh my.

His laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, and seen. His perfectly white teeth show and dimples pop up on his skin as his eyes light up and he squints as he laughs.

He. Is. So. Hot.

The laughter dies down, his face suddenly becoming serious. “Yes I am love yes I am”
Seven.

And with that and a wink, he walks off leaving me bewildered. “Hey, what’s your n-“ I turn around to look for him, only to find him nowhere in sight… that’s odd. I face forwards again to notice that he’s dropped me right outside the school.

Thank god. I walk in and find the head teacher to discuss what I should do and what subjects I should further study. I tried persuading her to let me do one year but because of stupid exam boards I have to redo my A levels from scratch. Grrr.

At least Drama and Theatre Studies keeps the AQA board so I’ll only have to do two subjects next year! Woohoo!

As I’m lost in thought, I bump into a person and this time my bag falls to the floor. Yay. I mumble an incoherent sorry and instantly crouch to pick up my bag. My mind flashes back to enrolment day and I really hope it’s that hot stranger.

I instantly look up and instead of beautiful green eyes, I’m met with captivating golden brown eyes. Disappointment flashes through me until I take in his features.

Oh wow. He’s hot.

“Hey beautiful, sorry I didn’t see you there.” I shook my head and let out a small laugh. “It’s cool” “No, seriously, I can’t believe I didn’t notice you before… you new around here?”

I nod in response and he sticks his hand out. “Zayn, Zayn Malik” I shake his hand and smile “Samantha Jones, but you can call me Sam”

Well this guy is hot too! I think he’s Asian, his black hair styled in a perfect quiff, he’s wearing a white v neck t-shirt and dark blue jeans with a black leather bag slung over his shoulder and needless to say.

Wow.

“So Sam, where you headed off to today?” We both began to walk in the same direction and discussed little things. “I’m going to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School” he chuckled and I frowned.

What is with these guys and their chuckling!?

“Love, no one says the full name around here, we call it ‘Comprehensive’ it’s just easier that way”

Ohh… my cheeks flush in embarrassment and he taps my shoulder.

“So what subjects have you taken?” I recall enrolment day and recite the four subjects to him.

“I’ve taken Art, Photography, Drama and Psychology, what about you?” he nods at my subject choice and replies to my question. “I’ve also taken Art and Drama, I’ve also taken Biology and Maths” hmm.. interesting, wonder if he’s taken Stats, Mechanics or Decision? “Which maths module?” “Stats. I done Mechanics last year and it was a pain in the butt”

I laugh at his comment and nod in response. “I done it for a month last year and then I had to drop it because I didn’t like it and I was pretty much failing”. We both walked our way to Comprehensive and made small talk.

We found out that we’re in the same class for Art and Drama, because just like me he’s a retake student. He got three D’s and an A, so he’s retaking the subject’s that he got D’s in and carrying on with Drama as an A2.

At least I know someone in my classes now.

I learnt that Zayn is an Art lover and has a talent for music, just like Liam. He loves to sing and has a strong bond with his family. He has three sisters called Doniya, Waliyha and Safaa, his mother’s name is Trisha and his father’s name is Yaseer.

He’s also got tattoos trailing all the way up from his forearm to his wrist and each of them have a meaning. It’s quite beautiful when you think about it.

I told him a bit about myself aswell, I have a passion for drama, I’m an artistic person, I absolutely love to draw and paint. There’s something relaxing about it.

I also told him about how I lost my mother to cancer a few years back and about how I’m the only child but I have an extremely close relationship with my cousins. I told him about my best friends and so forth, he asked if I was dating Liam and I shook my head severely.

We then started talking about past relationships and I discovered that he has a thing for girls who like to sing and he also has a thing for blue eyes, I told him about how I like nice guys, guys who respect their family and I also mentioned that I’m a complete sucker for green eyes and he instantly smirked at the comment.

Maybe he knows the handsome stranger? Nahhhh doubt he does.

We were so lost in the conversation that we didn’t ever realise how much time had passed and before we knew it, we were in front of the school. I frantically looked around for the stranger hoping that he would be here but unfortunately he wasn’t.

As we approached the main gate my eye landed on something, or someone rather familiar. My eyes widened in shock and I instantly ran to the person leaning against the front gate.

Before I could even think, I enveloped him in a tight hug wrapping my arms around him.

(A/N: HIIIIIII GUYS! Comment and let me know what you think! Hope you like the first chapter!)

Who do you think she saw ;)

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