Trapped soul(Larry Stylinson)

Prologue

Hello there everyone. This is our first story on wattpad, I am apologizing for any grammar mistakes, english is not our native language, i'll edit when i have time. I'm writing this story with my best friend so i hope it will go on well. If you like it or have some suggestions leave me a comment, like it or whatever. We'll update as much as we can. Let the games begin.

Also I started editing the book and when I'll finish I'll go on with the book.

Harry's POV:

I always wanted to be noticed. I'm craving attention, not that kind of attention, I just want love, a person to have by my side, to give love and receive. Everyone avoides me, I'm the son of priest, why would you talk to me, oh, unless you want something: "Hey, Harry could you give me the answers" or "Could you help me with my homework", but this is getting worse, people, aka Sam, the bully of the school, treats me like shit, helping him is like helping my life becouse he'll beat me if I don't. I have only one friend, Niall and believe me I don't have the slightest idea why he is staying with me anyway, I am so grateful for having him.

My day starts as usually. I woke up at 7 am, brush my teeth and go to my dresser. I pick a pear of black skiny jeans and a grey t-shirt. I slowly roll my jeans onto my legs. I look so patethic. I climb down the stairs and head to the kitchen:

"Hello sunshine" says my mum with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning mum" i say with a bored voice.

"Come darling, let's eat some breakfast, you need energy for work."

Oh ya, I forgot to mention, I work at a bakery, just for fun let's keep it like that, it is not like I don't have what to do, because the problem is, this is exactly why. Summer break just started and I have no clue what to do. I've already done my homework, A+ student may I say but does it matter, the hole in my heart called : Social Life, won't buy things like this. Anyway, I get my bag from the counter and make my way to bakery.

While I am in the back of the bakery, obviously baking something, I hear a voice:

" Harry, love, could you come serve the clients, I need you in the front right now" says Martha the old lady who owns the bakery.

"Ok, i'll come."

And then I see it. The most beautiful man I've seen in my life. He is short, with piercing blue eyes and fathery hair. I feel my heart skip a beat, how could someone look so good. I see him looking at me with the corner of his eyes, I swear i'm red like a tomato right now. He makes eye contact and he smiles fondly at me, the way his thin pump lips curve sends shivers down my spine:

"Come on Harry help the clients! I suddenly return on planet earth."

I make my way to the front board casualy, and by casualy i'm refering to the fact that i'm sweating like a football player on a very hot day, but he is there staring at me:

"Whit what can i help you?" I say turning my gaze to the cupcakes from the shop windows .

" I think I would like some cupcakes, I think you like them too, beautiful boy" says in a high pitch voice witch makes my knees weaker. Did he realy meant it, it doesn't realy matter, this man just called me beautiful you may punch me in the face I won't get more red than now.

"Thank you" I mutter slowly trying to calm myself. I hand him the cupcakes. At that moment his hand brushes mine and I fell sudenly very frustred, see that candells, imagine them inside of you, that's what i feel when i touch his hand very weird, a hole bunch of energy runs through my body. Did i mention that his hand is bloody cold, may i say, he has a preety pale face too, maybe he is just sick, but how could his eyes shine so bright if he has a problem. You man surly make me question some things. It doesn't matter, he just left the bakery and I will probably never see him again.

That's the prologue. Hope you liked it . Comm, vote, tell me your opinion. :)