The raindrops glistened against the car windscreen, but only for a second before the wipers struck them away again. My parent's were in the front of the car, chatting about their latest suburb party over the quiet radio music. I sat in the back with my big sister Meggy, watching numorus houses wizz past as we drove towards our new neighborhood. Yes, we were moving. To suburbia.

My name is Bethany Vanderpark, Beth for short (Or Bethy to Meg). I'm not what you'd call social. Yes, I grew up in suburban, London, and I was constantly surrounded by socialable neighbors, but that didn't mean I liked talking to them. My parents and sister were the typical suburban family, which made me the odd one out. Yeah, I wasn't that much of a talker. I spent my entire life in that same neighborhood, until now. Now we were moving, to a place which was more than likely the exact same as our last home.

I turned my attention away from the window and towards Meg, who was constantly texting a little someone called Nate. Meg's secret boyfriend. He wasn't that much of a secret when I caught the two of them snogging in dad's old bentley. Meg made me keep her little boyfriend a secret for her, to prove that I was a loyal little sister. Meg was so lucky; with her beauty she could easily snatch up a new boy within hours. She had chocolate brown hair that was dip-died with multiple shades of gold and caramal; she had the perfect, glowing tan and a figure to die for. And to top it all off, she was in her final year of school. Meg had all the damn luck in the world.

I looked okay, but only average compared to Meg. Unfortunately I inherited dad's Scottish gene from the family. Firey red hair, plain, freckle-covered skin, and a short, scrawny figure. Some ten year old who lived across the street from us once told me that I looked like that Princess from the movie 'Brave', Meg told him to beat it after that. That was the best thing about Meg; she was protective of her family, especially me.

"Beth, I hear the school in Holmes Chapel has wonderful facilities" mum droned on "You're sure to be the biggest brainbox there!"

"But I don't want to be a brainbox" I muttered.

"Being a brainbox suits you Bethy" Meg said "And who knows, maybe you could tutor some cuties while you're at it"

"She won't be tutoring any cuties on my watch" Dad said "And if she were they'd have to pay her, in full price"

"Let's wait until the house-warming party before we judge the neighborhood boys" Mum scolded "I've invited all of our neighbors in advance so we can all make some new friends!"

'Goodie' I thought 'Another social circle, just what I need'

We finally pulled up outside this grand, modern chique, two story house, in the centre of our neighborhood. There was a furbished deck at the front of the house, and the most lovely balcony marking the second floor. My parents were business partners for this big, city trading company up in London, so they only provided the best for us daughters. Our big pieces of furniture had been driven over only hours before, so all we had to do was take care of the small stuff.

"Alright girls!" He called our attention "Get your boxes from the trailer and pick out your rooms"

Meg and I raced over to the moving trailer and grabbed the closest boxes we could find. I raced into the house as mum had just unlocked the door, Meg hot on my trail. I clambered up the stairs quickly; bits and pieces that were packed away in my box shook about, almost pushing the lid open. I raced to the end of the hallway, past the bathroom and my parents chosen room. When I made it to the last door at the end I pushed it open; the smell of fresh paint and sandelwood hit my senses, welcoming me into my new room.

To my surprise it was lovely! Much better than my room in London. The walls were painted powdery and turqoise blue, my favorite color. My bed was pushed into the centre of the room, armed with two sets of miniture drawers at each side. Dad must have known that I'd like this room, he had picked it for me in advance.

"Bethy you should see my room! The space is huge, and the walls are painted red" Meggy hung by the doorway "And yours is pretty too, I think blue really suits you"

"Thanks" I muttered "Do you know when the house warming starts?"

"About quarter to seven, why?"

"No reason, I just wanted to get some rest before hand"

Meggy sat on my bed beside me, slinging her arm around my shoulders.

"I know moving is hard for you, but it will turn out great! You'll see"

"I hope so" I said "I actually want to make some friends this year, and the debating team doesn't count!"

"You will make friends! And when in doubt, theres always me" she said.

"I guess" I shrugged "How long until you text Nate again?"

"About an hour, he had to go to football practice" she said "He's sooooo fit!"

"Eww! He's your boyfriend, not mine, so please don't mentally undress him while I'm in the same room"

"Hmm...I'm stripping off his shirt"

"Stop it!" I giggled.

"I'm making my way down to his jeans..." she reached towards my stomach and began tickling me.

"NOOO!" I shrieked.

"I'm slowly pulling down his pants..." she leaned over me as I fell backwards, tickling my ribs.

"You're so disgusting!"

"I'm sliding down his boxers..."

"Not that!"

"I grab his moneymaker....and I've hit the jackpot!!!!" she pounces at me, slinging both her arms around my neck. My giggles are muffled by her shoulder, and let me tell you, she is heavier than she looks! She nearly crushes me to death as she gives me a tickle attack. She is my big sister, she knows my weaknesses.

"Your girls look so sweet together!" my mum squeals, she's always found our playfighting adorable.

"You both have two hours to sit down and have a rest before you should start getting ready; this is a formal occasion to wear something nice" My dad called from behind mum.

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I stepped out into the cold, light drizzle. The house-warming was in an hour to mum sent me out to pick up her dress from the dry-cleaners. since I was was going to get ready after the pick-up all I wore was my white blouse and a high-waisted, denim skirt. My sense of clothing style was very modest and nerdy, the complete opposite to Meg's.

I had made it half-way past our nextdoor neighbors house, that was when I saw him.

His hair was the first thing I noticed about him; dark brown, and set in thick, silky curls. He was dressed in a pair of tan-colored chinos and a stripy, sailors shirt, acting as even if the weather couldn't effect the summer suited outfit. He was tall, muscular, and in all honesty; perfect. His plump, red lips were the color of strawberries, the kind any girl wouldn't be able to resist.

He spotted me passing his driveway and jogged over to me; his face was set in some strange, little smirk.

"Hey" he greeted, his voice was deep and set in a thick, Brittish accent "I haven't seen you around here young lady, where do you come from?"

"L-London" I stammered "Me and my family just m-moved"

"What is your name sweetheart?" he whispered, right now he was so close that his lips were only inches away from my hair.

"Bethany" I breathed "Bethany Vanderpark"

"I'm Harry" he said cooly "Harry Styles"

His eyes ran down my entire body, focusing on my thin, pale legs and my breasts, which were hidden beneath the ruffles of my blouse. Was he trying to flirt with me? The idea seemed ridiculous, and frankly impossible. He was beautiful and I was a nerd. The idea was impossible within itself.

"I-I have to go" I muttered.

"Well Bethany, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other" he smirked again, before walking away.

Harry Styles. The name stuck in my head as if it had been there since birth. Who was he? Was he good? was he bad? I had no clue. He definitely caught my attention though. He could catch any girls attention with barely any effort at all. I didn't even know Harry Styles well enough to predict his attitude, but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that he wasn't going to just brush me off like all the other boys have.

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I sat at the long, mahogany dining table, amongst a new sea of perfect, suburban families. Meg had talked me into wearing my cream, lace dress that ended scarcily at mid-thigh. She had fixed my face with foundation to cover the freckles, and pinned my hair back into a rolled bun. I felt like a doll; all dressed up and decorated, but for what? Strangers, that's what.

"I must say Mrs Vanderpark, you have a lovely home" A middle-aged, important looking woman complimented.

"Please, call me Holly" she gushed.

"And you have some lovely daughters as well! So pretty and well-mannered"

"Why thank you! I can't wait to meet your son as well, when did you say he was coming again?" But mum was cut off by the doorbell.

"That must be him now!" The woman, Anne, announced.

"Beth, would you answer the door for me?" my mum asked softly.

Without saying anything I gave my mum a small smile before excusing myself from the table.

I made my way quickly to the front door; as I pulled it open I was breathless at the sight of our latest guest.

"Well, well, well..." he let out a deep chuckle.

Harry. Great, just great.

So what do you think??? I know this isn't my first fanfic on 1D but this is my first story on Harry Styles. So not a lot of my stories have had big numbers in reads or votes, but I'm hoping this story will change that. I've written some more chapters in advance so if you like my first please read and like so I will know whether or not to keep updating. That's it for now! Julz xox