Harry's POV-
My world completely stops and it feels as if the only thing that matters in life is this letter in my hands. I slowly float over to the couch and I read each letter as carefully and slowly as possible. I don't even note where Liam has gone to and it takes me almost a half hour to read a half of a page letter.
I finish reading the letter over for the seventh time and I fall back on the couch in awe. He is going to tell me who he is on January 22nd!!!! I have to go and see who he is. Butterflies scatter in my stomach and I curl up on the side of my couch hugging myself thinking about the upcoming day. January 22nd. It's a week from today. I'm so excited yet I'm so nervous. What will I say? What if it's a joke? Who will this mysterious man be?
I bite my lip pondering about all of the outcomes of meeting the Unknown texter and I decide to pull out my phone and I blush as my eyes stare at the messages.
Me: Yes.
Unknown: Yes what?
Me: Yes I will meet you on the 22nd. I've been dying to see your lovely features.
Unknown: Oh... Well you might be disappointed. I'm not the prettiest.
Awe why would he think of himself in that way? I think that he is beautiful and I haven't even met him yet.
Me: Well I think you are beautiful. Even though you might be playing a trick on me or pretending to be someone your not, I still think you are beautiful.
Unknown: Really? Thank you, Love.
I blush at his little pet name and put my phone down. Where did Liam go? What if he thought I was boring and just left?
"Liam!" I holler but no noise responds other than the silent ticking of a clock from upstairs. "Liam! Are you still here?"
I huff realizing that my best friend left me and I seat myself back on the couch disappointed that he left without a goodbye. My head slugs down as I let out another sigh and I was just starting to get depressed when I hear the sound of the front door open up. My head shoots up to see an out-of-breath Liam standing in my doorway with sweat stains surrounding his under arms.
"Liam," I glisten trying to sound like it wasn't a huge deal that he came back. "You're back! I thought you left. Where did you go?"
"Ummm... I-uh just went for a little run," he bluffs and I stand up from the couch crossing my arms knowing that Liam isn't the best liar.
"Liam don't lie to me," I raise my voice a tad bit and he hangs his shoulders in defeat.
"I chased after a person who was in your bush outside the door." Liam admitted while my eyes widen.
"Why was there someone on my bush? Was he trying to kill me?" My eyes are filled with terror and pain wanting to know why someone would do that to me.
"No. It was.. Um... Actually the guy who gave you the letter." He admits and I squeal jumping around my room like a young preteen girl.
"Tell me!!! Wait no. I want it to be a surprise. Is he sweet and handsome and adorable? I hope he has to have soft features and fluffy hair so I can play with it and twirl my fingers in it and... Wait. Why where you chasing him? Did he do something wrong? You know other than hiding in my bush?" I step back with a terrified look spread across my face. I hope this Unknown texter has a kind soul and that he isn't rude to Liam because Liam is a brother to me.
"When he put the letter in front of the door, he hid in the bushes next to it so he wouldn't be noticed. Then when you were reading it, I saw him in the bush and he ran in fear. I stopped him and tackled him to the ground and he told me everything. And I know you will love this person and I accept you two." Liam grinned and smiled twisting his legs and staring into my wide, curious eyes begging for him to leak more about the boy.
"TELL ME!" I scream shaking Liam's shoulders and he lets out a small little giggle.
"No Harry. I'm not going to talk about it anymore." Liam growls trying to change the subject clearly not interested in the topic anymore.
"Fine." I give in plopping myself on the couch in disappointment again.
/\/\/\/\/\
Five days later.
Anticipation. I'm so nervous to see the person who had stolen my heart. Yes, I still do like Louis but I feel like I know more about this unknown person than I have known about Louis. I've been falling more for the boy behind the screen. The boy I've been texting is a real, genuine person who I can trust with my life. And in two more days, I will meet him.
Liam won't budge so I just gave up on asking him constantly for him to tell me. I've been in such a great mood all week and I haven't been beaten up for the past few days by Zayn.
I'm just so excited! We will fall in love and get married have children and grow old together and love each other for life to come.
Nothing can break my happy mood. Nothing at all.
I skip into school while Niall breaks off to talk to his friends like he usually does. Giddy and smiley, I gallop to my locker and take out my belongings that I need for the day. I start to walk down the hall but I am stopped by screaming from behind me.
They are muffled and long lasting but after several minutes, everything was silent and all you could hear was soft tears.
I walk down the hall in the direction towards the noise and I heard it get louder and louder. Suddenly, the noise was ringing in my ears and I turn my head to a person huddled in a ball whimpering with their head in their knees.
"H-hey... Are you alright?" I force out to the broken figure that is crying in their knees.
The person doesn't respond for a few seconds and the sobs suddenly stop.
"You..." The voice is loud and boiling with anger. His head moves up from his knees and the arms that were around his legs a few seconds ago were around my neck.
His fingers tighten their grip and I am lifted off the ground and thrown against a row of lockers.
"You did this to me! I'm a monster!" The voice screeched into my ears as he threw a punch at my side.
"You are just an idiot Harry! A fucking idiot!" The voice pierces into my skull while the body steps on my hurt leg and punches me in the stomach again. His hand snacks my nose and I hear a snap again causing it to bleed again. My eyes are dripping in tears and I let myself be the victim again. I let him do the damage I deserve.
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?" I force out while the boy stops for a second piercing his glare deeply in my eyes.
"You are an idiot! You can't realize what's right in front of you! You are so fucking stupid! You make me sick! I'm sick and tired of what you do! You- you faggot!" His eyes widen and he steps back in tears.
I stand clutching my bleeding nose again and turn away so hurt as if some has stabbed me multiple times.
My eyes are fully damp and I begin to choke on the consistent tears falling down my face. This hurt more than him beating me up.
"Your just a stupid kid with a stupid crush Harry,"
Louis turns his heels and I'm left alone in that hall with a broken nose and a broken heart.
