He's my Angel (Larry Stylinson)

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Louis pov

I couldn't believe Harry was in my class. And he was sitting next to me.

I was straining myself from looking at him.

I don't know why though. I liked him. But I'm not gay, even if he's super cute and sweet and DEM CURLS!!

Okay so I might be bi...

But I've know him for 2 days.

I try to take my mind off of Harry.

I glance a my friend Stan. He's checking out some guy in the front row.

He's looking at Calum Hood. A very attractive lad, I must say, but I wouldn't date him.

Before I know it class is over. And all the students rush out the door. I try to catch Harry, but he ran of with some blonde bloke.

I sigh, so much for that.

I pick up my things and walk to second period.

Once in my classroom, I see Harry is there yet again.

I smile.

I hope he's in all my classes.

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Time passes quick. It's lunch.

I take me usual seat at the popular table. Where all my 'friends' are sitting.

I glance at Harry. He's got his arm around that stupid blonde guy! Ugh.

It hits me.

They're dating.

I'm such and idiot.

How could someone like Harry not be taken.

I get up from my table and run to the loo.

I slam the door shut.

I pull out the blade in my pocket.

I check and make sure no one is around.

I slice across my wrist.

Pain takes over me as I slice my skin over and over again.

I sigh and wash my wrist and blade in the water.

I wince at the stinging pain.

But I continue to cut.

How could someone as hot as Harry be single? How could I have thought I had a chance with him? How could I be so stupid?

I cut until things get blurry. Then I stop and wash off.

Once I'm cleaned off I pull down my long sleeve.