One of the Boys

23

15 DAYS LEFT UNTIL HOMECOMING

Looking over Harry's seat, expecting a boy smiling at me or sleeping on his desk. But he wasn't there, he wasn't on his chair. I didn't even see him on the campus. That's weird, he's always present.

Maybe, he's sick or something?

There's no day that I'm not thinking of him. I mean, I'm not obsessed or anything. It's just that, every time I close my eyes, I see his face. Those beautiful green eyes, contagious smile. The way he sings, makes me melt.

I'm so scared. So scared telling about what I feel about him. Would he like me back? Will our friendship will be over after I tell him?

God, I sound like one of those cliché movies. I shouldn't be thinking about this, I should focus on this subject, damn it! I hate him.

"Miss Swift, the bell rang already. Were you daydreaming in my class again?" Fuck, I got caught by Mr. Hoechlin again!

"N-no... I just want to sit here for a few minutes. This chair is so comfy." I said adjusting my seat and faked smiled at Mr. Hoechlin. "Don't lie, Miss Swift. Everybody wants to get out of this room, either do I." he laughs. I sighed in embarrassment, and picked up my bag and went out the room.

"Oh, and Miss Swift!" Mr. Hoechlin shouts from the schools hallway. I turned around at him. "Ask Adam for your homeworks, since you daydreamed in my class." I rolled my eyes, why does he always embarrass me? Ugh. He doesn't need to shout it out in the hallway. What's wrong with daydreaming anyway? And also why Adam?

I hate that boy, Adam. He gives me a lot of blood boiling experience. He once called me a lesbo, even though I'm not. Well, that was the time when I was still boyish. But still! I wasn't a lesbian. He shouldn't judge people. But now he's kissing up the paths I walked on, ever since I turned myself upside down.

One time he asked for my number. I would've said yes, but he's a dick. No digits for you boy.

"Hey, Taylor!" speaking of the devil there he was walking towards me with his bunch of douchebags friends behind him.

"What, Adam?" I said in annoyance. "I heard that you need help with your homeworks. Why don't you come by at my house?" Ooh, this jerk! Who the hell he think he is!?

Oh no, the sassy Taylor is out!

I shot him a disgust face. "FYI, I don't need your help. In fact, who told you I need help?"

"Duh, Mr. Hoechlin? I just heard him shout." he says. "No, he told me to ask you what the homework is. You should clean your ears. But whatever I don't need to ask you anyway, theres a lot of student in that class I can ask. So, please excuse me. Your blocking my way." With a one snap, they let me through.

That's how you end a conversation with a jerk.

--

It was 7 in the evening, I was walking around the street full of bars and shops. But something caught my attention. It was a poster.

Show for the night: The 1975

I think I heard that band before. I think some of my friend told me about it. I really can't remember.

I didn't realize I was inside the bar. Seriously, what's wrong with me?

I was captivated by the light bulbs hanging on the ceiling. The neon signs that gives the bar the attraction. The jukebox playing an old love song. People were dancing, laughing and chatting. It was a cozy bar.

"And now... Hookie Pookie presents... The 1975!" The host introduced the band and the people inside the bar started cheering and whistling. The room was very crowded as the band started playing.

The voice sounds so familiar. I can't take a look who was singing because it was too crowded. I need to be extra tall during this kind of situation.

The song ended, I'm sure they'll introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Matty, this is Adam, that is George and Ross. And we are The 1975."

Oh my God, I remember now.

'You have a band!?' I asked and he nods. 'Oh my God! That's cool! You're cool! So, what's it called? When's your gig? I wanna watch!' I said excitedly. 'Uhh... It's The 1975. I don't know yet. But we're trying to get a spot on the Hookie Pookie bar, though.'

And this is how it starts
Take your shoes off in the back of my van...

I just stand back there listening and watching them play live. I have to admit, they're really good!

After a half an hour, the band introduced their last song. "Uh... This song I wrote is about a girl who I fell
in love when I first moved here. Well obviously I think she loves someone else. Uhm... I hope you guys like it." The crowd roars and cheers again for the last song.

I wonder who the girl he's talking about? He can tell me about it, me and Matty are friends, right? I can help him getting the girl she loves.

Don't you see me now?
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you,
Don't you need me?
I, I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

I went in the crowd to see them closer.

As soon as I got closer, I saw Matty's reaction. He was shocked but he continued singing.

You're all I need
According to your heart,
My place is not deliberate,
Feeling of your arms
I don't wanna be your friend,
I wanna kiss your neck.

The way he sings it while staring at me got me realize that I was the girl he was singing about.

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the matty x taylor feels tho..

but i feel so sorry for matty, poor matthew...andddd ofc I'm too lazy to edit stuff so yeah sorry about the errors. next part will be in 84 years. bye bye

also i dedicate this chap to @haylor_love