LOUIS' POV
I stumble into glass, still disoriented and dizzy from the image of Harry in my mind.
Everyone stares at me as I practically fall over to me seat. The teacher grunts.
"You're late, Mr. Tomlinson."
I sigh and rub my face.
"I know." I whisper. I clench the edge of the desk. The teacher walks over and hands me a slip for after school detention.
HARRY'S POV
I rush out of the bathroom and to the side of the school. I slump against the wall, sliding down to a sitting position.
What the fuck is wrong with my life?
I have no parents, no money, and the only reason I have a place to stay is because I
am forced to have sex practically every night.
Oh yah, and I can't even walk through school without getting harassed. It's time for a change.
LOUIS' POV
After detention, I run home and up to my room. My mother calls my name, but I just put my ear buds in to drown out the noises
I just need to forget. About everything.
I pull my journal out from under my mattress.
I've never even written in it before; my father got it for me for Christmas when I was a young boy. I had stored it away, never planning to use it.
There was no reason to. But I need to let my feelings out.
"Dear whoever gives a fuck about my life.
I feel so guilty about someone. That someone is Harry Edward Styles.
I can't get him and his fucking curly hair and fucking green eyes out of my head.
Just the way he talks, so slowly. And the way he writes down every little thing in class.
And how he always curls his hair around his finger.
And how he seems to be thinking about something all the time.
And how troubled his gorgeous emerald greens eyes seem to be.
He is so heartbreakingly, tragically beautiful.
XxLou
HARRY'S POV
The next morning, I try something different. I run to Michaels empty room. He's already left for work.
I pull out a plain white v neck T shirt and black skinny jeans. I pull these on, along with my white converse.
I take his comb and run it through my curls, wincing as I untangle all the knots painfully.
I look in the mirror. Wow. I look so different. So unlike the piece of shit I'm used to seeing everyday. I look like I care. Even though I don't.
I slam down the comb and trudge to school in silence.
LOUIS' POV
I make my way down the school hallway, shoving pass people mindlessly. My friends trail along after me, laughing punching each other, like its just a normal day.
Which it is. Nothing HAS changed. Except for me.
I continue to sulk as I pick up my pace.
That's when I see him.
Harry Styles
