Narrator

Natalie reached home, wayward and forfeited about her conversation with Zayn, when her eyes  met another pair of emerald orbs, which brightened on seeing her, Grant. "Hey you were supposed to meet me at the shoot today , I told you to be there , I was so nervous Grant." Natalie whined.

"Yeah I wanted to you know, but Candice ... she deliberately messed up the scenes...."

Grant gave a pallid look taking her name as if he was already repulsed by her existance . She quicky settled "okay."

Natalie who was anguished herself after her conversation with Zayn, tried to push those thoughts behind. An excess of emotions causes such anomalies in our life, where one only lives to regret the decision they have made. Natalie was at this juncture.She kept herself busy in writing down her new song 'I remember '. Even she didnt realise when she had stopped writing and started scribbling, she looked out of the window and was lost in the long stream of wistful remembrance.

Natalie's POV

First week of school, I was walking down the passageway in my daily attire , salwar kameez dupatta(an Indian attire) bangles and a bit of kajal(kohl) which makes an Indian women complete as said by my grandmother.
As I trot looking for Naomi who was already lost in this new universe with which we weren't even acquainted properly, I heard two guys shouting from behind, ' hey girl from indiaa! Nam~ass~tey girl.'

Confused and petrified I looked for Naomi every possible way I could and to my astonishment I could see no one defending me , high schools aren't the same everywhere had this been in India or in a convent where I had done my previous schooling from, prefects  or nuns would come at our rescue to save us from trolls like these boys. They continued calling me names and slurs which I would have never expected to hear in the first world country "asian, plastic, walking alarm " anything and everything that would make a girl like me feel humiliated and terrorised .

Guilty for the mistakes I didn't make , and for sure questioning my existence, warm tears gushed from my eyes. As if mortifying me wasn't enough for the guys, they started pulling off my bangles..was manhandling even allowed here, won't they be rusticated. I could do nothing I needed my sister . That moment of my life where I was sure everything was coming to a termination I heard a voice , so deep and cavernous shouting,
"You got some problem man."

Dont know why but his presence made the whole corridor silent, felt we were in a millitary camp and the officer incharge just walked in , and the trainees trembled , the voice which were bullying me a few minutes back were now trembling with fear, "N-no , w-we gotta go dude". And they ran away. I was absolutely stunned , still in the dilemma , and on the verge of seizing up before it came to my notice I had tears already rolled down my cheek 'God' I cried to myself 'Where do these come from?'

"Hey you okay?"said that cavernous voice now in a mellow tone, the curly head was none other than a superman for me who practically redeemed me of any further ignominy or mortification. Retrieving back my senses I replied "Ye-ye-yes yes I am......... ththth thank you for you know he-hel-ping me out."

"You dont seem to be ohkay, is everything think alright?"He implored, his voice ever so euphonious.

"No a-actually I I I stammer bit too much when I'm e-e-motional and ove-overwhel-med." I stuttered.

"Uh thats fine , well umm I'm Harry"he introduced himself beaming with the brightest smile I'd ever seen . Getting comfort from his smile I smiled back . Harry with a frown repeated "I'm Harry" hinting me to introduce myself "oh yeah sorry, Natalie , Natalie Peters" .

"Okay Miss.peters...."as he was about to continue my sister barged in "Hey you curly haired very fair green orbed evil version of Bradley Cooper with 5 cm longer hair. How dare you trouble my sister ?"

A/N : So guys another update ... What's gonna happen next, and what do you think of Natalie so far??? Like,vote and comment ..
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Nat