who know's, maybe i love him... (larry stylinson)

chapter 1

 cvfdcdwell, my names louis tomlison, and im 15, i go to burkley vale high school, and im not the smartest kid around, but i have some common sence. But what im really thinking about right now, is a special person you could say. This person is only 13, and new in year 7. But i have to admit, they cought my eye straight away, but theres one problem. This person is a boy... And just yesterday i was sure that i was not gay, but im pretty sure if your straight, you dont think about a boy constantly. Especially if you've never met,  you've only seen him like twice. And of course i could never tell my friends, or my girl friend for that matter, yes, i have a girl friend, yet another reason to worry why im thinking like this, when im happily in a relationship.

just as my thought were getting somewhere i was brutally interrupted by an angry teacher yelling in my face. "louis tomlinson, tell me this instant what you are doing?! There is no day dreaming allowed during reading time!" she practically screamed at me. "nothing miss, im sorry it wont happen again" i replied "best not, unless you want to end up in detention?!" she spoke with a smug look on her face, you see miss Maloney and i do not get along so well, or at least she doesn't like me.. at all. Without giving me time to reply, she walked back to her desk and started reading her novel again. I lift my book right in front of my face, to give the illusion that im actually reading, but i just want to think about this boy, what was his name? where did he come from?... So many thought race around in my head. The bell rings for lunch, and i put my book back in my bag, and head for the door, as i walk past miss Melloney, she gives me a death stare, all i wanna do is flip her the bird, but i know i have to contain myself, cause its just what she wants, me in trouble and out of her class.

i stroll over to my usual table, its nice really, under a tree out near all the other tables. I wouldn't exactly call my group 'popular' but we are kind of well known people, like those nice genuine, populars you'll rarely find in most schools. I get to my table and liam and zayn are already sitting down. Zayn and i have been partners in crime since we were in nappys. We are more like brothers then friends. And liam, is new hes only been here for two weeks, but he's really nice and we all like him a lot. Then there's zack and taylor, who are nice but not that trust worthey. "hey bud, how was miss hell-oney?" zayn asked with a proud look at what he has just come up with, "as crankey as ever, so you know, same old same old. What about you how was your class?" i ask, not really interested, and apparently zayn could tell. "hey whats up mate, you seem a bit distracted?" he said really concentrating on my face as if he was searching for the answer in my eyes? "oh nothing man, just thinking over things..." i say once again, drifting off into my own little world. "well dont think too hard babe, you might get a head-ache!" i turn to see eleanor striding over with taylor by her side. "whats up with you, didnt think you even had anything up in there to think with!" said taylor as he takes a seat next to eleanor, everyone know he has had the biggest crush in eleanor for quite some time now, and is insanely jealous of me. "ah ha ha. your hilarious, how'd you come with that, your grandma!?" mumbled zayn, loud enough for everyone to hear, he didnt like taylor, zack or even eleanor. For him it was all about true friends, and he only thought of me and liam as his friends. "pff, whatever" taylor replies rolling his eyes, engaging in conversation with eleanor, and zayn does the exact same thing with liam.

Just as i was about to lay my head on the table and take a nap, 'HE' walks past. Thats right the mysterious cutie, wait did i just refer to a boy as a 'cutie' ? Oh well, thats not the point, i need to at least find out this guys name. He looks amazing, even in our crapy uniforms. He has the most adorable curly brown hair that bounces with every step he takes, and i cant get a close look at much of his other features but im sure their just as beautiful as i expect them to be. He looks to be as though he is being followed by some 'star struck' year 7 girls, and a blond boy. They sit down at the table right next to ours. 'yes!' i mentally cheer, this means more valuable staring time. "sorry girls, but im going to have to ask you to leave!" says the curly head boy, with an apoligetic smile on those irresitible lips. "naww but harry, we just want to hang out with you!" the girl, flirtatiously smiled back, batting her eyeslashes. "Sorry girls, but harry and i have some important stuff to talk about... ALONE!!" says the blond one, with a slightly irritated tone in his voice, the girl pouts her bottom lip then walks away. Then the two boys start to talk. 'harry' i thought to myself, 'what a lovely and suiting name' i thought, now i could finally put a name to that face...