Stereo Soldier(Harry Styles)

Meant to Be

Brooklyn's P.O.V My name is Brooklyn Michelle Grant. I was born January 10, 1995 to William and Brandy Grant. My voice is my life and I don't go one day without singing. I also love to dance and play piano. But singing is my favorite thing to do. I love fashion and designing, creative ideas, and making things happen. Now you know my basics. I have a sister that's dead, a sister that's half blind, a sister with autism, a sister that has two little boys, a sister about to graduate, two step brothers, a stepdad, and a divorced mom and dad. Veronica is the dead one, Madelyn is the half blind one, Danielle is my sister with autism, Brittany is the one with two boys, my nephews are Zachery Liam and Lucian Mayron, the sister about to graduate is Larrissa, and my brothers are Dayn and Brandyn. That's my relatives. That's basically it. I am also the youngest, so that's the worst of all. "BROOKLYN TIME TO GET UP!" My mom yelled from downstairs. "COMING! Geez you don't have to yell!" I stated back still waking up. I eat Nutella on toast for breakfast. I love Nutella. I eat it every day. Anything with chocolate I'm up for. "BROOKLYN! GET YOUR BUT OUTTA BED!" My mom yells again. Geez have I been thinking for a long time. "MOM! CALM YOUR TITS!" I yelled back. I hadn't been in the mood this morning so I wasn't up far her yelling at me. "EXCUSE ME! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!?" She yell back upstairs to me. And of course, me being an excellent liar, I came up with a lie. "I SAID CHILL YOUR WITS! GEEZ MOM WHAT DID YOU THINK I SAID!" I said like it was the plain truth. "Nu-uh! You said 'Calm your tits.' Oh somebody said a bad word and lied!" Madelyn said looking through my cloths. "Can I borrow this?" She asked holding up my ruffled sunset colored shirt and a pair of dark blue skinnies. "No you just 'tattled' on me" I said putting air quotes around the word tattled. "Well, I wanna look cute for THE HARRY STYLES!" She said squeaking the last part. Oh wow! The bitch that thinks he's everything in one direction is going to our school now! I can't wait to see him! Note the sarcasm in my thoughts. "OMG really! I gotta get my nails painted, and a perm, and a total new wardrobe! Omfg what do I do if THE HARRY STYLES speaks to me! OMG what if I pass out or he falls in love with me! OMG I'm gonna barf if I see his face!" I put sarcasm into every word except the last sentence. "I still don't get why you hate him?!?" Madelyn said. She's the argumentive type. "Because he's so full of himself!" I said truthfully. And that was the end of our little argument. When I was done getting ready, I was wearing some very skinny very light blue skinny jeans, a tight fit, red and yellow Aéropostale shirt that showed my curves, and my cute Van wedges. It was my personality. As I said I love fashion. And off to school we went. My sister Madelyn is two years older than me, making her 19, but she got held back a grade, but Harry, sadly, got held back twice (A/N NOT TRUE, HARRY IS VERY SMART) so he is in my grade. When we got to school, I put my headphones in and started walking down the hallway. But then, I ran into somebody I really didn't want to. "Ello love!" I heard his amazing voice say. What are you saying Brooklyn?!? You absolutely hate him! Don't say his voice is amazing! "Hi, Harry is it. Would you excuse me, I have to find my friends." I said as politely as I could. "Okay then. I hope I'll see that amazing face in class." He replied flirtatiously. I just rolled my eyes and went to find my friends. I went to the table we usually sit, and none of my friends were there. Not Alayna, Kennedy, Savanna, or Olivia. Wonder where they are? Then, I heard none other than Alayna's giggle and turned to see Alayna flirting with Niall, Kennedy with Louis, Savanna with Zayn, and Olivia with Liam. But Harry was alone, just staring at me. Creepy. "Yo Wavy! Get yo ass over here!" I heard Layna say. Wavy was my nickname because of my naturally straight on top curly on bottom hair. Should I give Harry a chance? Heck! I'm going for it. "Hey! I see you found my friends first!" I said walking up to Harry. "Seems so! I told you I'd see your face again. So...you wanna hang out and talk?" He smiled and moved over for me. Awe, such a gentleman. "Sure!" I replied happily. Man I thought he was conceded. "Wavy? What's that all about?" He asked. Then I sighed and pointed to my pulled up hair. "My hair! I was born with naturally thick, straight on top, curly on bottom hair." I said squeezing my hair that's in a bun, trying to fix it. "Oh I wanna see!" Harry shouted excitedly, scaring me. With that my hair was down and my mostly curly hair was showing. "Yeah! I'm not the only one whose nickname is cause by hair. Nice to meet you wavy, I'm curly!" Harry said putting his hand out for me to shake. "I can tell this will be an awesome friendship!" I said to Harry. "I wish it could be something more." Harry mumbled thinking I couldn't hear him. But I pretended I didn't hear that. He really likes me. "Me too." I whisper back to him. I hated him less than 5 minutes ago, but it's like we were born with a special connection. I now feel like I was made for him and he was made for me. And we were meant to be together forever.  -------------------- I hoped you liked it! All that family stuff is real except the last name. This will probably be my first good ff. Comment and vote for a new chapter. -Brooklyn  Loyd