Everything Narry - Narry Storan

Not good enough

Prompt : A sad Narry with a little Larry (those who don't like reading Larry .Don't worry it is not going to to be that much )

Cute Narry Scene

I love him so much , so so much but he has his eyes on someone .Someone that is not me , someone older more good looking , sassy and smart . Probably can sing really better than me . And I don't want to feel this way anymore, I am tired of feeling this way. I am so exhausted and really fed up of watching both of them so close to each other , flirting and touching each other.

I hate it , I hate it so much. I even hate it more as fan's love them , they ship them. I never knew what shipping someone is until I stumble upon it on twitter.

Do I have a twitter ? yes , I do .

Frankly speaking , biggest mistake of my life.

All I see on it is Larry ,which is apparently there ship name. And of course the hate. What have I ever done to them ? Why they make me feel unworthy ? I hate feeling like this.

I was carefree , out going , friendly person . Yes , was , now I am someone who is lost , drowning in self pity and not good enough. I just hide it very well.

I know Harry and Louis aren't together in real , I know that or maybe they are but they are good at hiding it. If even what they do is called hiding.

And believe me its not at all Christmas ,to sit and watch the love of your life in someone else's arms , giving attention to someone else's , whispering into their ears when the interview is going on and touching them on every place they get.

If you are wondering I am living this torture. Yes , we are in an interview right now and as usual I am in the last seat away from the interviewer ,watching them do all the things I listed above.

I can feel my lips press in thin line and I want to smack someone, preferably Louis or maybe Harry . Yes , definitely Harry for being an oblivious bastard that he is.

No one notices my clenched fists and tight jaw as the interview proceed with everyone having good time. No one notices ,because no one looks at me or spare me another glance. I am not even asked any questions after the initial introduction. But I don't mind , really I don't .

It used to hurt first , a lot actually , especially the only question I was asked in the last interview was how I finally got braces .I didn't know how to react , was that an insult or an actual question.So, I had replied with yes and then let Zayn continues with the story of how I got them , describing that day.

I am more ashamed of myself as I look at Louis , all perfect with perfect blue eyes, brown hair and good looks .And here I am blonde , not so good looking and the one with the braces.

I am brought of my daze by the interviewer who finally decided I was worth of at least one question and guess what was that .

"Yaa , I got it three weeks ago ." I said ,trying to sound cheerful as I flashed my teeth tilting my head a little. At that all the boys cooed and laughed . They sometimes like to think I am a baby , always treating me like one. Though I never mind .

My eyes fall on all of them one by one and stop when I reach his. I love his eyes , I always go for eyes and his are the most prettiest and peaceful I have ever seen . They are this warm shade of green ,not like light green nor the forest one either . It has some soothing calmness to them and a spark ,whenever he smiles his dimpled smile.