A/N: Italics are flashback and this chapter have some lines collected from a famous novel for a role play. Don't be confused, they're acting those lines out.

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"There are so many students for the audition Zayn, I'm sure the audience has all types of rotten vegetables for me in stock." I tell looking around the auditorium.

Finally I and Zayn have taken the decision to participate in the cultural week. Liam would not be joining because he is suffering from fever since last night. By Harry's look I was pretty sure that he'll also put his name and that's why I hesitated to give the audition a try. But I agreed finally when I discovered Harry's name hasn't been registered.

"Don't worry, we'll pass it real well and both of us will be selected for the stage performances." Zayn tells squeezing my hand.

"What song you're going to sing?" I ask turning around at Zayn.

"For the audition, I'll sing chains by Nick Jonas. If I'm selected, I'll sing a song written by my own." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"Wow, that's cool." I smile looking at him excitedly, untying my hair.

"What about you?" Zayn tells passing me the chocolate chips.

"I don't know. I tried to read out some lines from any book but finally gave up. The stories were reminding me of something, one way or another. Don't worry, I have read so many stories in my life that my mind can easily remember any line from any famous book and act it out." I chuckle and he agrees with a smile.

"Hello sweet buns! Aww look at you all, cute as a button every single one of you." All of us in the auditorium turn around as we see an old lady entering inside the auditorium.

She's wearing a red knee length skirt and white top. She tilts up the big frame power glasses over her nose and looks at us flipping her white hair. Yeah, dyed or natural, it is completely white. By her wrinkled skin and voice, I can tell her age is not less than sixty and her eyes are really catchy, it's so blue.

"She must be our drama teacher and she's the craziest old woman I've ever seen in the whole half of my half-life." Ashley whispers lowering her head.

"Since when you've known her?" I ask looking at Ashley confusingly.

"Since the moment she entered inside the auditorium a while ago." She replies not looking at me, throwing a popcorn inside her mouth, chewing it with open mouth, making unnecessary sounds.

I take a moment to look away from my best friend, trying to make myself understand this weirdo is actually my best friend.

The old lady stands in front of us and instructs us what to do like we're sitting for the first ever examination in our life. After finishing her lecture, the audition for singing starts.

After three to four contestants, Zayn's name is being called. Zayn hugs me before climbing up on the stage and I rise up my thumbs, mouthing him all the best. He receives a huge round of applause after filling the vast atmosphere with his spellbinding voice.

"You're going to be selected for sure." I tell him happily after he comes back to his seat.

I see as Ashley presents a beautiful ballet dance and one by one students present their best talent on the stage.

"Now the drama session." The old lady yells, making me to flinch a little from my drowsy mood.

I tell Zayn that I'm not going to be selected when a lot of girls and boys acts with some lines from different stories, all of them are Shakespeare's, specially Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet.

"Snow Clifford." I stand up nervously when my name is being called as the last contestant.

"All the best." Zayn whispers and hugs me before going to the stage.

Each steps of the stairs start to seem like a path full of thrones to me. I manage to stand in the middle of the stage and look at the audience in front of me. Are they actually whispering about me like they used to do in school or it's just my haunting memories? I wince at the sudden disappearance of the bright lights around me and sigh when the dim lights are turned on.

For an unwanted reason, I couldn't remember any lines to utter. I try to utter something by my lips but fail. It seems like I've forgotten everything without my name. I feel more nervous when I see the huge audience actually whispering in front of me, Zayn gesturing me to start.

"Are you nervous Miss Clifford?" The old lady on the judge's seat asks looking at me.

She stands up from her seat with a smile and comes to me on the stage. She wraps me in a warm hug and then puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Look young lady, close your eyes and try to memorize that person's face who makes you feel like that your life is one of the best stories in the world which has ever been written. Try to imagine that person and you playing the roles and imagine you telling that person those words. Don't be nervous, got it?" She whispers and I nod taking in a long breath.

She climbs down the stage and sits back on her seat. She gestures me to start and I follow what she has suggested me. I close my eyes and start to utter the words my mind wants me to.

Harry.

I want to say you a lot but I don't know what to say.

"From the very beginning-from the first moment, I may almost say-of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry." I stop after uttering those lines and more words start to slip from my lips as I continued my act of saying lines from one of my most favorite novels.

"And I shall begin directly by asking you what made you so unwilling to come to the point at last. What made you so shy of me, when you first called, and afterwards dinner here? Why, especially, when you called, did you look as if you did not care about me?"

"Because you were grave and silent, and gave me no encouragement."

I'm cut off by a male voice surprising me by some lines from the same novel but from a very different part. Harry tells out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of the whole auditorium to look at him.

"But I was embarrassed." I continue the dialogue.

"And so was I." He tells moving forward, he passes the line of seats and climbs on the stage.

"You might have talked to me more when you came to dinner." I tell boldly when he leans closer to me.

The memories of me having dinner with me for the first time starts to play a flashback on my head.

***

"Food will get stuck inside your throat if you keep staring at me this much."

"I wasn't staring at you."

"You were."

"Oh Jesus!"

***

"A man, who had felt less, might." He replies gazing into my eyes. The same green eyes I've fallen in love with, the same green eyes which hypnotizes me just by looking at me.

Luke is my family name, I was the man on the stage who was waiting for you to show up, the man you've ran away from to reach Madison, Harry Luke Styles.

"How unlucky that you should have a reasonable answer to give and that I should be so reasonable as to admit it! But I wonder how long you would have gone on, if you had been left to yourself, I wonder when you would have spoken, if I had not asked you." I smile sarcastically looking at him and both of us are cut off by ourselves, both of us gazing into each other's eyes, drunk in our memories again.

The day I finally pressurized him to reveal he loves me. I can still remember each and every word of our conversation from that day.

I hate you Mr Harry Luke Styles, I hate you liar and I don't even want to know why you did this because I know you won't have any proper reason. And if you have any, I don't fucking care. I'd be glad to see you haunted by the memories we made once.

Both of us are caught off guard by the drama teacher's claps, followed by the viewers clapping and cheering up both of us.

"Where were you two all these days? You two are like the perfect gem for this stage drama, for playing Fault in our stars! You two will be performing on the final day and that's final." She tells proudly, causing all of the students to cheer us up once again.

"But.............."

"No excuses Miss Clifford! I'd have taken a real wrong decision if I hadn't put your name at the last moment, Style." She tells looking at Harry after cutting me off.

"It's Styles." Harry rolls his eyes.

"If so! I'll announce rest of the results in half an hour girls and boys." She tells standing up from her chair and walks to a corner with some papers in her hand.

"What was that bro? You came out of nowhere and just smashed the stage! And first of all, I never knew you were so good at memorizing ancient novel's lines!" Zayn tells looking at Harry.

"I'm going to talk to her because I'm not going to play any role with you." Telling this to harry I decide to walk to the drama teacher.

"Why Snow? Nervous? Nervous of facing me? Nervous of your star colliding with mine again?" Harry's voice makes me to stop in the middle.

Yes.

"No." I tell crossing my arms below my chest and he leans closer to me crossing his arms, plastering a grin over his face.

"Then prove it, play the role with me, Juliet." He tells emphasizing the last word.

"Okey done." I tell looking at him widening my eyes.

"I'd take my Red angry bird to my sketchbook again." He almost whispers and walks away after saying it.

"Better be ready to tear up your sketchbook Harry" I yell, causing him to stop in the middle. "It's fault in our Stars, Augustus hid it from Hazel, just like you did."

"But Hazel didn't make a big deal out of it like you're making!" He smiles sarcastically pushing his hair backwards.

"Because I'm not Hazel or any fictional characters who either has a happy ending or a sad yet motivational windup. I'm a normal girl now who just wants to live a common life, not a life full of heart breaks, fakeness and hidden truths which ruins future. I didn't want any prince to pick me up out of nowhere or a dangerous bad boy who changes himself after getting madly in love with me. I just wanted to be loved, simply and timely. I do love you, I still do. My love for you was not so weak that I'd be able to splash it away with this short span of time. But somehow, I'm not ready to trust you again. A broken glass can be glued somehow but have you ever heard about the fixation process of any broken glass which has been glued more than one time? No right? Because it's not possible, not even as it's lifeless. I believe I'm not lifeless and I just want to live the only life I was born with." I rush out of the auditorium before someone can approach me.

I don't even know how my mind was interpreting those words while I was uttering those lines from Pride and Prejudice. Maybe this is one of my most favorite stories and this has a happy ending, unlike our story.