lost boy ¥ h.s

two

two

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       After sitting with Harry yesterday, Wesley - of course, had to interrogate me.

      "Mia he looked like he was sent from the gods." I rolled my eyes as I made my way to my locker, Wesley following me from behind. He was one of those stereotypical "gay best friends". But I'd never tell him that, he would throw me in a grinder before i could even finish the phrase.

      "You are ridiculous Wes, and his looks really don't go with his personality anyway."

      "What is that supposed to mean?" Wesley's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, leaning against my locker. Wesley was one of those good looking guys that every girl pined after, but considering the circumstances - that really wasn't the case. It was funny when a girl finally realized he played for a totally different team, embarrassed out of their wits.

      "He seems, I don't know? Sad. He wasn't very polite towards me and was really closed off. It was hard to even keep up the conversation with him." Wesley nodded, a smile soon appearing on his face.

      "Oh my gosh Mia, I now know what your purpose is! Your duty is to be the savior of Harry." I nudged Wesley's shoulder with mine, not even making him move a centimeter. Wesley was quite bulky in muscle size. He always encouraged me to go to the gym with him but I always ended up on the carpeted floors wheezing. Exercise was really not my thing.

      "Are you sitting with him again today?" Wesley jumped like a little kid on Christmas morning, flashing his toothy smile.

      "Absolutely not." I scoffed, thinking about how badly it went last time i sat with the lonely boy.

      "Like hell you aren't, I will drag you by the hair if i have to." My head snapped up to Wesley, giving him a hard glare.

      "Wes, it was obvious that he didn't want me there - he straight up told me he didn't want us to be friends! And I can't leave my only acquaintance, Wesley Tucker, to sit alone. That would be a crime." I mean, I wasn't lying. Wesley was truly my only friend. I didn't really like to make much considering a lot of the people at my school were fake and self conceited, but that's besides the point. I tried with Harry and he told me he didn't want to be friends with me, so I am going to respect his boundaries.

      "I'll be fine. I have that cutie Tyler to keep me company anyway." Wesley sent me a wink and i rolled my eyes in response.

      "Please just try again, for me? Art is next class and then we have lunch, you can tell me all about it then!, Okay?" Wesley tried to encourage me once more and i finally gave in. One more try couldn't hurt, right?

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      Time passed by quickly and I soon found myself full on sprinting towards art again. I mean this was just getting ridiculous. I have the agility of a snail, how do they expect me to get there on time?

      Surprisingly early, I entered the door and made my way towards the empty table - not even glancing at Harry as i sat down in the chair.

      "Hi Harry, I hope you don't mind me sitting here." Harry let out a throaty laugh and glanced towards me.

       "Actually I do."

      I had just about had enough, what was up his arse that always had caused him to be so rude towards me? I did nothing to him but introduce myself and try to get to know him. There's nothing wrong in that.

      "For god's sake, what is your deal? I'm polite to you and I try to befriend you and all you do is shut me down!" Harry looked taken aback by my outburst, hiding him self slightly as the other kids around us stared.

      "Will you keep it down? Mia, the only reason you want to befriend me is because you pity me. You pity me and you feel sorry for me but I don't want that. Matter of fact, I really don't want friends. All they do is stab you in the back in the end. But you already knew that." The way my name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down my spine. He was so beautiful and intriguing, but so cold. Why?

      "Harry I would never 'backstab' you. I don't even feel pity for you. I don't know much about you anyway! Give me a chance, yeah? I want to know you Harry." His eyes filled with sadness as he looked back down to his lap, probably playing with his fingers again. Something about him was so enthralling. Was it his sorrowful green eyes? His rude attitude? His personality? I felt so stumped as i looked upon the boy who sat in front of me. Who is Harry?

      "Sit with me at lunch. I didn't see you around the cafeteria yesterday and you can meet my friend Wesley. He's quite the personality but he's nice." Harry looked unsure, contemplating his decision. I wish i could see his thoughts.

      "Fine."

      "Really?" I was shocked to say the least, I for sure thought he would decline.

      "Don't make me change my mind, Mia Lennox." Harry finally gave me a genuine smile, something i was longing to see.

      "How dare you use my last name Harry-?" I soon realized that I didn't actually know Harry's last name. Shoot.

      "Styles." Like i supposed, it fit him perfectly.

      "Harry Styles - I like that." Harry smiled once more, groaning as he sat back in his chair.

      "What's wrong with you?"

      "I just haven't truly smiled in a very long time, Mia." My smile grew as looked at each other, our strong gaze not breaking.

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       "So what you're trying to say is that you have never seen the Bee Movie?!" Wesley sat with his mouth agape when Harry slowly shook his head, confused on what the 'Bee Movie' was. Currently, we were all sat in the corner of the lunchroom. I watched as the two boys talked on random subjects, admiring how Harry was actually kind of opening up.

      "This is blasphemy against all the bees. I cannot believe you haven't seen the beautiful journey of Barry and Vanessa." Wesley shook his head as Harry sat dumbfounded. I giggled at their silliness and sat back once again.

      Harry's sleeve lifted up, revealing his forearm. As I looked upon the tattoos, I wondered what they all meant. I wanted to trace each and every last one carved into his tanned skin. I wanted to unravel Harry Styles. He was a mystery I wanted to solve, and i wouldn't quit until i did.

      Harry soon caught me staring and narrowed his eyes as he rolled down his sleeve, annoyed that i was staring at the marks on his beautiful skin. There was something more to Harry that i wanted to learn. I wanted to wipe the unknown sadness out of his eyes - to bring light into his life.

              And that was just what I planned to do.

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guys its six years of one direction today and i am so emotionally unstable i am so proud of how far they've come and i've loved every single one of those boys since i watched them on the xfactor in 2010. my heart bElongs to this band okay!!\!!{!\!] sorry had to put it out there.

WESLEY IS OF COURSE PLAYED BY WESLEY TUCKER MY boY.

i know this seems all over the place but mia really is just intrigued by harry cuz she sees this thing inside him that really no one else notices. idk if that makes sense but i really like this story so far so pls comment and vote cuz i love hearing ur witty remarks ;)))

i'm using 2013 harry in this fic cuz i really feel as if it fits his persona in this story

all thE LOVE

//rose//