A/N: Okay so at the beginning, I got some of my inspiration from the fanfiction 'Fascination.' If you haven't read it, then you definitely should read it. Okay, here's the Zarry One Shot. Enjoy my loves. c:
I guess this is where I start telling you about myself. My hair is a perfect shade of brown, how my charming green eyes sparkle all the time, and how my smile makes everyone else light up when they see it. I'll also through in that I'm absolutely flawless, but I've never turned anyone's head nor been in a relationship. Oh yes, I'm gorgeous, funny, loving, and caring eighteen year old guy that is still known as an outcast.
Or not. Everything above is a lie. For example, my hair. I mean, sure it's brown. But honestly, there's hardly anything special about it. And my eyes only sparkle when I'm in the sunlight or on the verge of bursting into tears.
My life is an adventure. I never know what's going to happen or who I'm going to meet, which is what makes it exciting. I mean, I'm a teenage guy. When you're eighteen and you've just started your senior year in high school, nothing is expected. And if someone in your school says they know what's in their future; they're lying. Or delusional. Or both.
See, sometimes I wish my life was the cliche 'they were eachother's first love and they lived happily ever after' but I happen to know that only happens in movies and incredibly cheesy books. (Which I happen to love)
Me? I've already been in love. Toe-curling, stomach-whirling, head spinning love. That kind of love where even though you are utterly aware of their flaws, you don't mind them. So what if they have smelly feet or horrible hearing? You love them.
But just because I've experienced 'true love' doesn't mean it was 'the one.' Totally cliche, yet totally true.
He and I... We had been the pencil and the eraser. Everything had been perfect, yet it just wasn't meant to be. So Louis, my first everything, was now pursuing his life-long dream and starting his first year of architectural school in California while I finished senior year in my hometown of Colorado. It didn't work out the way we had planned it to, but it sure as heck didn't make life any less exciting or adventurous.
That was until I fell for the wrong person. I chased after a boy who wouldn't, not even a second, consider dating me. Why would my well-known highschool bully consider dating me? Not when he's straight and could get absolutely any girl he wanted.
This is how my tragedy of a love story all began.
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"Harry, you need to look at me. No one will hurt you, okay?" Liam said looking concerned. I looked into his trust-worthy eyes and told myself I'd be okay. I breathed out a sigh before opening the double doors leading to the school. My bully, Zayn Malik, would be arriving shortly to do the usual harrassing. I pushed away my thoughts that were trying to engulf me and opened my blue locker. I started displaying the contents that were in my book bag into my locker. I put my head lower as I started scurrying to my first period class.
"Faggot boy. Get back here!" Zayn shouted from a distant. I winced at the sound of his combat boots clicking closer along the laminated floors to me. I kept walking, fearing that if I turned around he would punch me right then. Why does he have to be so attractive while he's angry? Harry, snap out of it, he's your bully. Before I could even try to build up the courage to defend myself, I felt someone spin me around on my heels. Not much late after, a blow to my eye came. The burning sensation in my eye made any strength that I might've had left go away. I laid on my side, gripping my black eye. I tried my hardest not to cry, but I felt a trail of tears slip down my cheeks. When he saw that he had made me cry, he turned to his friend Niall and laughed. I laid there helplessly as I awaited assistance. I became dizzy and soon, blacked out.
