Unknown Number: You're beautiful.

Who the hell sent that? And I'm not beautiful. How do they even know what I look like? I then sigh and text back.

Me: Um, who's this?

I silently wait for the response. Dying to know who it is.

Unknown Number: I'm Louis Tomlinson.

Louis Tomlinson? Isn't he the kid in my film class? Why is he texting me?


1. one

Bea's POV

Life is horrible. It's unfair and cruel, nothing will ever be perfect about life. But I have learned to accept it, especially since my best friend Hallie moved away to New York, while I'm trapped here in London by myself.

Hallie Mark. Brown hair and blue eyes, with a few freckles sprinkled on her cheeks. She's a 18 year old girl with a height of 5'6 and a weight of 160 pounds, and a killer body figure. We had been best friends since kindergarten, ever since we fought over a grill cheesed sandwich. But now she's gone to New York because her dad got a great new job there.

Oh my I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Beatrice Tonkins, but I go by Bea, and I have nothing special about myself. I have straight brown hair and light brown eyes with a height of 5'5 and a weight of 115 pounds. I'm 18 years old, and yes I'm anorexic, I literally look like a  living skeleton. I also cut and it's 'cause I'm depressed. Ever since Hallie left I have had no friends to talk too, and I'm an only child, my parents are always on business trips leaving me by myself with nothing to do, but be bored with my life. I literally have zero friends at school, I don't get bullied a lot, just once in a while by some girls, but I don't really care. To be honest I'm just tired of my life, I have no one there for me, I'm sick of being alone and hiding in the shadows.

I finally sigh and take another drag from my cigarette. Yes, I also smoke, but not a lot, only like once in a while. I then throw the cigarette on the ground as I blow out a gray puff of smoke, and step on the cigarette. I pull my hood's sleeves down, so no one can see my cuts, but then I pull them back up remembering I can just cover them with my thick bracelets and watch. I go inside my room and get my jewelry box.

Once I put my jewelry on, I walk out of my house locking the doors behind me, with my bag hanging on my shoulders. My school is only a fifteen minute walk from my house, as I continue to walk I take out my shades and put them on and I take out a piece of Trident gum to chew on. I put my hoodie on my head and keep my head low, I don't want to see others happiness, for it will only bring pain. I don't want to see the happy couples at my school, hearing the 'I love you!' or the best of friends squealing and hugging each other, like they haven't seen in each other in years. As I continue walking I stop, realizing I have made it to school and am standing in front of my locker. I sigh and start the combination. Once open I grab my books and and put my bag inside and just grabbing my earphones and phone.

I then close my locker and walk away heading off to my next class, until I'm pinned to the floor. I groan and open my eyes to meet a nice pair of cerulean eyes. I say "Get off me." As I push the person off of me. I stand up and see Louis was the one, who fell on me, and that his friends were smirking at him. Louis Tomlinson, Joe Smith, and Alec Way. The best of friends since probably the ninth grade. Louis used to be best friends with Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan, but nobody knows why there no longer friends. I have them in a different class each, and I barely ever noticed them 'til now. I start to brush the dust off my hoodie and pants and bend down to grab my books, before I see a hand holding my book for me. I see Louis collecting it and handing it to me, "I'm sorry for what just happened." he said, I was a bit shocked, because Louis can be quite a jerk at times. I honestly wanted to say 'It's okay', but I was just too tired and weak to talk so I just nodded and walked away from that scene.

As I reach my first period class, which is Trigonometry, I head to the desk all the way in the back of class hoping no one would sit next to me during class. Just my luck, Zayn enters the class and instead of sitting in the front where there were five seats open he randomly sits down next to me.

"You know there are seats, in the front right?" I say in a polite tone. I don't want to sound rude, but I do want to be left alone.

"Sorry, it's just I thought why not sit next to you?" he says with a grin. I simply shrug, not really caring anymore. I grab my notebook and open it up to the last page where I've drawn so many of my favorite artists logos such as Gerard Way, The Killers, Blink-182, Lana Del Rey, My Chemical Romance, The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Imagine Dragons and many more.

"No way!" I look up to see Zayn looking at my notebook in shock.

"What?" I asked a little confused.

"You like The 1975 and Arctic Monkeys?" he asks amazed.

"Um, yeah they're one of my favorite bands. Why do you ask?"

"I'm a fan of theirs too!" he says as my jaw drops. He begins to laugh at my reaction and says, "Why are you so shocked?"

I close my mouth and feel heat running to my cheeks in embarrassment saying, "I thought you were more of the type to listen Eminem or 50 Cents."

"I listen to them sometimes, but I'm more into the bands you've drawn." he says with a shrug.

"Nice. So what's your favorite song from the Arctic Monkeys and The 1975?" I ask.

"From Arctic Monkeys I like their song Arabella, and from The 1975 I like The City."

"Nice same here, but I also like the song Knee Socks from the Arctic Monkeys." I say with a tiny smirk.

"You know you're really cool, if you ever want to hang just come and sit with me and the gang." he offers. I was about to object, but he continued by asking for my number so we can text. I sigh and unlock my phone so he can go to my contacts and add me.

Once done he hands my phone back with a smile and says, "Let's work on this classwork together. 'Cause I honestly don't get it."

I chuckle and nod. He smiles and opens up his textbook to the right page, I move my seat closer to his and start to explain the lesson to him.


Twenty problems and two broken pencils, the bell finally rings meaning I have to go to my second period class. I sigh and pack my stuff up, but before I go I say, "See you later, Zayn."

I don't give him the chance to reply, for I am already running to my locker and getting my stuff for my next class. I slam my locker door and run to my Spanish class. I had to take Spanish 2 'cause I had skipped it the past two years, and so I have to take it now if I want to graduate.

Like usual I go to the back of class and watch everyone pile in the classroom with smiles on their faces and cuss words escaping their mouths. I sigh and take out my book deciding I can get some reading done this period. We don't even learn Spanish in this class, we just get projects once every couple months, but other than that we do nothing.

"Buenos Dias!" says Mrs. Rodriguez as she enters the room with a coffee in one hand and her purse in the other.

A few people in class mumble a greeting back, but then it gets all quiet. I roll my eyes thinking, Why are they tired? They don't have to deal with the shit I have too.

"So who's ready to have another project?" says Mrs. Rodriquez with a bright smile. Everyone in the class groans as I continue read my City of Bones book.

"Alright, alright I know the feelings and thoughts are not mutual, but at least you get to work with partners this time!" she says in a cheery voice as everyone starts to shout who they want to work with.

"Silencio!" shouts Mrs. Rodriquez as everyone shuts up.

"I'll be picking the partners." she continues as everyone groans again.

"Okay, Jamie with Harper." she starts.

"Jonathan and Katie."

"Alec and Claire."

"Aline and John."

"Luke and Jocelyn."

"Harry and Bea."

Wait, what?


  A/N I hope you guys like this story so far. I just started writing it in my depressed moods. For me writing helps me escape and relax. So if you like my story please give it a nice vote, comment, and also please share with your friends. You can find me on social media if you just check my biography in my profile account here on wattpad. The picture at the top is what Bea looks like, I wanted Lily Collins to play as her 'cause I just love her so much! Also 'cause #eyebrowgamestrong. Lmao.

Thank you!


  P.S. I'll post the next chapter when I get a certain amount of votes and comments 'cause honestly it takes forever to write these stories, especially with writer's block. So it would be nice to see active readers, and to know people's opinions about your work. You can even ask questions if you'd like. Thank you.

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