I watched as Harry Styles got into his Mums car. He was leaving to go audition for the X factor. I really hoped that he would make it. I don't like him at all, but if he got four x's and made it to the final round. I would never have to see him again.

I really couldn't imagine how my life would be, with Harry out of it. No more bullying, I may be a no one, but that's much better than my position right now. As being known as the girl that Harry Styles bullies.

When his Mums van drove out of the pick up lane, and down the street. I felt this new surge of excitement that I've never experienced! Like I could do anything almost! One of the more punk kids that went to my school, Adam, slowed down by me, on his motorcycle.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I guess it was the feeling of the moment, that I asked if he could give me a ride home. "Hop on" he said while taking a puff from a cigarette. "The helmets on the back, strap it on." "Okay, thank you" I said. "No problem, I would always help a pretty lady." I can't believe that Adam thought I was pretty!

When I jumped on, I slowly slipped my hands around his torso. Not sure what to do, I rested my face against his leather jacket covered back. I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks from his previous compliment.

Adam jerked the throttle, and the bike was speeding off down the same street Harry went down. While we were speeding down the road, he flicked his cigarette on the ground. "So were do you live?" Adam asked. "Oh, umm... up by rosehill." "There?!" "Yeah, why?" I asked confused. "Isn't that were most of the preppy kids live?" "Yeah, but don't worry, I'm not one of them." "Oh well that's good" he said relieved.

Adam was really care free loose acting. Just the way how he dressed and acted showed it all. Even by him just flicking his cigarette was so, I guess bad ass. Adam had this really calm and mysterious vibe, feeling, superstition, what ever you want to call it. To him. All I knew, was I was craving this feeling inside of me. I wanted to have more. I wanted Adam. I needed him.

Something new was coming from Harry Styles leaving. The feeling of excitement, freedom, and rebellion. When Adam came up to my little white house, I asked him " Umm... do you think that we can hangout at school, and maybe tomorrow go by the old 50s diner?" "Yeah, that sounds awesome." After he backed out of my driveway, I felt like a new person. Someone who belonged.

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Second story, please go read my other one, The Protector (Harry Styles fan fiction.) Thank you ^.^ well I hope you enjoy this chapter, and comment, vote, tell your friends?

-Jennie ♡