Nothing At All
Chapter One
Writing letters. Many would call it cliché since it’s the 21st century and everyone has technology now. Texting, emails, facebooking, it’s taken over today’s society and many people have forgotten the ability to have a good conversation and the good old winning over someone’s heart with face to face meetings not an online dating site.
I sighed to myself as I plopped down in my chair next to my best friend, Delilah. She was the new friend I had made when I moved to London a year ago. She and I were taking this journalism class because we both needed an extra credit of English and this was the easiest class to take. Last night I had spent most of the night writing a short story for my creative writing class and I was just dead.
“Long night?” Delilah asked.
“You have no idea,” I groaned as I laid my head on my desk, “Writing a love story when all you’ve known is heartbreak is a tough thing to do. Especially after writing one story and your brother decides to take it as his own.”
“No way!” Delilah said, “John Michael did not!”
“He did,” I sighed, “Ever since he started hanging out with Harry and his gang. He’s been slacking in everything and so he doesn’t get in trouble with my mom I do his homework which means fours of homework.”
“Does he say thank you?” Delilah asked and I shook my head no as the door opened and in came my twin brother and his new friends.
Ever since my dad left me, John Michael, and Mom and my mom’s decision to move from Santa Barbra, California to London two years ago, he’s become a different person. He’s now littered with tattoos and he’s been talking about getting a lip ring. We made eye contact and I just shook my head sadly at him and closed my eyes. John Michael and I used to be so close that we could finish each other’s sentences but ever since the divorce John Michael’s become distant and doesn’t even come home sometimes. I cover for him but John Michael doesn’t know that. Mom has enough to deal with and she doesn’t need to deal with John Michael slacking in school. I’ve even talked to teachers about letting my grade on tests be his grade too.
“Your brother’s coming over here,” Delilah whispered and I just nodded my head.
“How come Mom didn’t yell at me when I got home last night?” John Michael’s voice asked and I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
He had confusion and a small bit of anger behind his stare but it didn’t scare me. John Michael would never hit me.
“I told her you were out at a study group and you would be home when she got home from the hospital,” I replied, “She’s working night shifts at the hospital, so you don’t have to worry about sneaking in. She gets home at six in the morning.”
I then put my head back down on the desk and the bell rang. John Michael then shuffled over to where his friends were sitting and Mrs. Wilts came into the room. I put my chin on my hands and waited for her to take roll and start class. She quickly took roll and then started on her lesson for the week.
“Okay class,” she said, “So I know most of you are taking the creative writing class with Mr. Williams at the moment and you just got done writing some short stories.”
“Or getting other people to write your stories,” Mia muttered which caused the class to laugh.
Mia was the schools resident know-it-all and valedictorian. Well technically we were tied for the spot and Mia always tried to get me and my brother in trouble because I would do his homework.
“No one has found that to be true Mia,” I replied rolling my eyes, “You probably do that because no one wants to be friends with you.”
Everyone then laughed at my comment and Mrs. Wilts tried not to laugh as well. Yes I was smart and a smartass but I never held it over anyone.
“Girls,” Mrs. Wilts warned and I just rolled my eyes, “Anyways I thought that we’d get all sentimental. I know everyone here has seen The Notebook at least once in their lifetime so we’re going to be kind of on that route. Love letters have been written for years. . .”
She then went into how during World War I and World War II lovers sent letters to each other every chance they got. She then went on to say how technology was ruining how people fell in love. I smiled lightly at her rant because I was agreeing on half of it. I loved the whole taking a time to write a love letter to someone.
“So this is what you’re going to do!” she exclaimed, “For the next month, you will be writing a letters to someone in this room. Do not tell a soul who you are writing your letters to. You can be completely honest with them or create pen name it’s up to you. I have a bowl where the boys will pick from and a bowl where the girls will pick from. At the end of the month you have to write me a paper on the person and give me your opinion on them. Now let’s get picking.”
No one moved from their seats and I just rolled my eyes. I stood up and Harry made a comment not hiding it at all.
“Teacher’s Pet,” he said and the whole room laughed.
“Street rat,” I replied sweetly and the whole room just stopped and he glared at me.
I then turned around to see Mrs. Wilts smiling at my boldness.
“Very nicely done Miss Siege,” she said and I laughed as I pulled a slip of paper.
“Thanks Mrs. W,” I said and then walked back to my seat.
That then caused Harry to go up and grab a slip and soon everyone went up to grab a slip. Once we had our slips, Mrs. Wilts told us to start writing our letters. We had the address of where our person lived so we could send letters to them that way. We needed to have at least ten letters each and then after that we could have more or less. She then turned on the radio and let us get to work.
“So who do you have?” Delilah asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I haven’t looked yet actually,” I said and then opened my slip to see a name that made my face pale.
Harry Styles
I looked up at her and then looked down at the slip again and sadly I wasn’t mistaken. I frowned and looked up at Delilah.
“I’ll tell you later,” I replied and she nodded her head.
I pulled out my notebook and started writing.
Letter 1
September 28, 2012
Dear S,
I figured if write S then no one will figure out who you are in this class since we have four kids whose real name starts with S. I figure you’ll come up with some pen name to call you so no one knows about me writing you letters. My pen name will be Olivia Pendergast. It’s my middle name. Pendergast is the last name of my favorite character from Easy A. I don’t really know what to write in this stupid letter because I feel like you could care less about someone you consider a know-it-all snob. Yes I hear you and your friends very loudly and clearly when you come over for late night drinking on the weekends. So ask me what you want and maybe if it’s not too personal I’ll answer it. Nothings off limits I guess. Maybe you’ll find out a lot about what you hear about me is completely wrong. But who knows it’s hard to change a person’s mind when it’s been made up. You seem like that type of person. So I’ll leave you with the shell shocking fact…I know how to have a good time. I’m not a goodie too shoes and I definitely don’t have a stick up my ass.
Waiting for your letter,
Olivia Pendergast
Once I was done with the letter I ripped it out of my notebook and shoved it into an envelope that Mrs. Wilts had on her desk.
“Done already Rose?” Mrs. Wilts asked shocked.
“There’s not much write about me Mrs. W,” I lied and went back to my seat.
The bell rang for lunch and Delilah was immediately by my side.
“I got Niall,” she said quietly, “Can you believe that. Maybe something good will come out of this for me. You know about that thing with him this summer.”
“For you maybe,” I sighed knowing that Niall was head over heels for Delilah after their summer fling.
“Who’d you get?” she asked.
“Take a wild guess,” I said as we got to the locker we shared.
“No way,” Delilah said her eyes growing wide, “You did not get him.”
“Believe it,” I muttered.
“I got your brother,” Jenna, one of my other best friends, said coming up next to me and Delilah, “Want me to make sure he does this assignment?”
“You know I don’t care if he does,” I said, “I’m tired of covering for him and it’s only the first semester. If he flunks out that’s his problem not mine anymore.”
“Wow you’re in the ‘who gives a fuck’ mentality and it’s only a month into school,” Jenna said, “That’s an all-time new score.”
“It’s probably because of who she got for her letters,” Delilah said and I shut my locker.
“You guys go get a table,” I said pulling out the letter, “I’m going to drop it in his locker before I get in there.”
“Alright,” they said and headed to the lunchroom.
Harry and his gang usually left campus for lunch so I was just assuming he wasn’t going to be near his locker when the bell for lunch rang. However when I was about to round the corner to his locker I heard him talking to I’m assuming Louis.
“You got his sister,” Louis exclaimed, “Isn’t that fate or what.”
“It’s bullshit is what I call it,” he said, “You heard what she called me in class.”
“It was a retaliation of what you called her Haz,” Louis said, “And you and I both know that when she gets in her I don’t give a fuck attitude.”
I then decided that I didn’t want to get eavesdropping so I just walked around the corner and walked up to them.
“Sorry to interrupt some type plan for something illegal but my friend wanted me to give this to you,” I said and handed him my letter, “She got you for her pen pal.”
“Well perfect,” he sneered shoving an envelope into my hands, “Same goes for me.”
“Perfect,” I snapped and then spun around and walked away.
I turned the corner and headed straight to the lunchroom. I put my letter in my bag so no one would ask and walked into the lunchroom to find Delilah and Jenna sitting at a table with Danielle. She was dating Liam, one of Harry’s friends. Eleanor and Perrie were nice girls too and we were super close but we didn’t get to hangout as much because of Harry. Danielle only ate with us when she was on lockdown by her parents.
“Hey girls,” I said plopping down and pulling out a peanut butter sandwich.
“So did you give put the letter in his locker?” Delilah asked.
“Actually I gave it to him personally,” I said, “We were very civil to each other.”
“So you spat nasty insults at each other,” Danielle said and I shook my head.
“More like sneered at each other is all,” I said, “I’ll save my insults for when I’m drunk.”
“Like you get drunk,” Jenna laughed and Danielle and Delilah looked at me nervously.
Before I moved to London, I was a huge partier. I was literally a Harry Styles back home. I was miss popular and I went to every party and slept with whoever I wanted and I got wasted every weekend. I changed my ways when I got here because I knew my mom was tired of dealing with my rebellion so I took out the nose stud I got and made sure you wouldn’t see my belly button or my tattoos(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85806018) that I had gotten. I studied harder and made sure I became an honor roll student. Danielle and Delilah knew about it because I went a little too far at one party and was almost raped. Since then I refused to party.
“You’re sure funny Rosemarie,” Jenna said shaking her head and I just laughed a fake laugh with Danielle and Delilah as I pulled nervously on my clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85806196).
I sighed to myself as I plopped down in my chair next to my best friend, Delilah. She was the new friend I had made when I moved to London a year ago. She and I were taking this journalism class because we both needed an extra credit of English and this was the easiest class to take. Last night I had spent most of the night writing a short story for my creative writing class and I was just dead.
“Long night?” Delilah asked.
“You have no idea,” I groaned as I laid my head on my desk, “Writing a love story when all you’ve known is heartbreak is a tough thing to do. Especially after writing one story and your brother decides to take it as his own.”
“No way!” Delilah said, “John Michael did not!”
“He did,” I sighed, “Ever since he started hanging out with Harry and his gang. He’s been slacking in everything and so he doesn’t get in trouble with my mom I do his homework which means fours of homework.”
“Does he say thank you?” Delilah asked and I shook my head no as the door opened and in came my twin brother and his new friends.
Ever since my dad left me, John Michael, and Mom and my mom’s decision to move from Santa Barbra, California to London two years ago, he’s become a different person. He’s now littered with tattoos and he’s been talking about getting a lip ring. We made eye contact and I just shook my head sadly at him and closed my eyes. John Michael and I used to be so close that we could finish each other’s sentences but ever since the divorce John Michael’s become distant and doesn’t even come home sometimes. I cover for him but John Michael doesn’t know that. Mom has enough to deal with and she doesn’t need to deal with John Michael slacking in school. I’ve even talked to teachers about letting my grade on tests be his grade too.
“Your brother’s coming over here,” Delilah whispered and I just nodded my head.
“How come Mom didn’t yell at me when I got home last night?” John Michael’s voice asked and I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
He had confusion and a small bit of anger behind his stare but it didn’t scare me. John Michael would never hit me.
“I told her you were out at a study group and you would be home when she got home from the hospital,” I replied, “She’s working night shifts at the hospital, so you don’t have to worry about sneaking in. She gets home at six in the morning.”
I then put my head back down on the desk and the bell rang. John Michael then shuffled over to where his friends were sitting and Mrs. Wilts came into the room. I put my chin on my hands and waited for her to take roll and start class. She quickly took roll and then started on her lesson for the week.
“Okay class,” she said, “So I know most of you are taking the creative writing class with Mr. Williams at the moment and you just got done writing some short stories.”
“Or getting other people to write your stories,” Mia muttered which caused the class to laugh.
Mia was the schools resident know-it-all and valedictorian. Well technically we were tied for the spot and Mia always tried to get me and my brother in trouble because I would do his homework.
“No one has found that to be true Mia,” I replied rolling my eyes, “You probably do that because no one wants to be friends with you.”
Everyone then laughed at my comment and Mrs. Wilts tried not to laugh as well. Yes I was smart and a smartass but I never held it over anyone.
“Girls,” Mrs. Wilts warned and I just rolled my eyes, “Anyways I thought that we’d get all sentimental. I know everyone here has seen The Notebook at least once in their lifetime so we’re going to be kind of on that route. Love letters have been written for years. . .”
She then went into how during World War I and World War II lovers sent letters to each other every chance they got. She then went on to say how technology was ruining how people fell in love. I smiled lightly at her rant because I was agreeing on half of it. I loved the whole taking a time to write a love letter to someone.
“So this is what you’re going to do!” she exclaimed, “For the next month, you will be writing a letters to someone in this room. Do not tell a soul who you are writing your letters to. You can be completely honest with them or create pen name it’s up to you. I have a bowl where the boys will pick from and a bowl where the girls will pick from. At the end of the month you have to write me a paper on the person and give me your opinion on them. Now let’s get picking.”
No one moved from their seats and I just rolled my eyes. I stood up and Harry made a comment not hiding it at all.
“Teacher’s Pet,” he said and the whole room laughed.
“Street rat,” I replied sweetly and the whole room just stopped and he glared at me.
I then turned around to see Mrs. Wilts smiling at my boldness.
“Very nicely done Miss Siege,” she said and I laughed as I pulled a slip of paper.
“Thanks Mrs. W,” I said and then walked back to my seat.
That then caused Harry to go up and grab a slip and soon everyone went up to grab a slip. Once we had our slips, Mrs. Wilts told us to start writing our letters. We had the address of where our person lived so we could send letters to them that way. We needed to have at least ten letters each and then after that we could have more or less. She then turned on the radio and let us get to work.
“So who do you have?” Delilah asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I haven’t looked yet actually,” I said and then opened my slip to see a name that made my face pale.
Harry Styles
I looked up at her and then looked down at the slip again and sadly I wasn’t mistaken. I frowned and looked up at Delilah.
“I’ll tell you later,” I replied and she nodded her head.
I pulled out my notebook and started writing.
Letter 1
September 28, 2012
Dear S,
I figured if write S then no one will figure out who you are in this class since we have four kids whose real name starts with S. I figure you’ll come up with some pen name to call you so no one knows about me writing you letters. My pen name will be Olivia Pendergast. It’s my middle name. Pendergast is the last name of my favorite character from Easy A. I don’t really know what to write in this stupid letter because I feel like you could care less about someone you consider a know-it-all snob. Yes I hear you and your friends very loudly and clearly when you come over for late night drinking on the weekends. So ask me what you want and maybe if it’s not too personal I’ll answer it. Nothings off limits I guess. Maybe you’ll find out a lot about what you hear about me is completely wrong. But who knows it’s hard to change a person’s mind when it’s been made up. You seem like that type of person. So I’ll leave you with the shell shocking fact…I know how to have a good time. I’m not a goodie too shoes and I definitely don’t have a stick up my ass.
Waiting for your letter,
Olivia Pendergast
Once I was done with the letter I ripped it out of my notebook and shoved it into an envelope that Mrs. Wilts had on her desk.
“Done already Rose?” Mrs. Wilts asked shocked.
“There’s not much write about me Mrs. W,” I lied and went back to my seat.
The bell rang for lunch and Delilah was immediately by my side.
“I got Niall,” she said quietly, “Can you believe that. Maybe something good will come out of this for me. You know about that thing with him this summer.”
“For you maybe,” I sighed knowing that Niall was head over heels for Delilah after their summer fling.
“Who’d you get?” she asked.
“Take a wild guess,” I said as we got to the locker we shared.
“No way,” Delilah said her eyes growing wide, “You did not get him.”
“Believe it,” I muttered.
“I got your brother,” Jenna, one of my other best friends, said coming up next to me and Delilah, “Want me to make sure he does this assignment?”
“You know I don’t care if he does,” I said, “I’m tired of covering for him and it’s only the first semester. If he flunks out that’s his problem not mine anymore.”
“Wow you’re in the ‘who gives a fuck’ mentality and it’s only a month into school,” Jenna said, “That’s an all-time new score.”
“It’s probably because of who she got for her letters,” Delilah said and I shut my locker.
“You guys go get a table,” I said pulling out the letter, “I’m going to drop it in his locker before I get in there.”
“Alright,” they said and headed to the lunchroom.
Harry and his gang usually left campus for lunch so I was just assuming he wasn’t going to be near his locker when the bell for lunch rang. However when I was about to round the corner to his locker I heard him talking to I’m assuming Louis.
“You got his sister,” Louis exclaimed, “Isn’t that fate or what.”
“It’s bullshit is what I call it,” he said, “You heard what she called me in class.”
“It was a retaliation of what you called her Haz,” Louis said, “And you and I both know that when she gets in her I don’t give a fuck attitude.”
I then decided that I didn’t want to get eavesdropping so I just walked around the corner and walked up to them.
“Sorry to interrupt some type plan for something illegal but my friend wanted me to give this to you,” I said and handed him my letter, “She got you for her pen pal.”
“Well perfect,” he sneered shoving an envelope into my hands, “Same goes for me.”
“Perfect,” I snapped and then spun around and walked away.
I turned the corner and headed straight to the lunchroom. I put my letter in my bag so no one would ask and walked into the lunchroom to find Delilah and Jenna sitting at a table with Danielle. She was dating Liam, one of Harry’s friends. Eleanor and Perrie were nice girls too and we were super close but we didn’t get to hangout as much because of Harry. Danielle only ate with us when she was on lockdown by her parents.
“Hey girls,” I said plopping down and pulling out a peanut butter sandwich.
“So did you give put the letter in his locker?” Delilah asked.
“Actually I gave it to him personally,” I said, “We were very civil to each other.”
“So you spat nasty insults at each other,” Danielle said and I shook my head.
“More like sneered at each other is all,” I said, “I’ll save my insults for when I’m drunk.”
“Like you get drunk,” Jenna laughed and Danielle and Delilah looked at me nervously.
Before I moved to London, I was a huge partier. I was literally a Harry Styles back home. I was miss popular and I went to every party and slept with whoever I wanted and I got wasted every weekend. I changed my ways when I got here because I knew my mom was tired of dealing with my rebellion so I took out the nose stud I got and made sure you wouldn’t see my belly button or my tattoos(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85806018) that I had gotten. I studied harder and made sure I became an honor roll student. Danielle and Delilah knew about it because I went a little too far at one party and was almost raped. Since then I refused to party.
“You’re sure funny Rosemarie,” Jenna said shaking her head and I just laughed a fake laugh with Danielle and Delilah as I pulled nervously on my clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85806196).
Notes
Hey guys!This is a new fanfic! It's my first Punk Style Harry story. Please let me know what you think!
10/27/13