My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

I. Louis

I smiled as I walked inside the school building once again. It had been too long since the last time I saw him - two days, if I remembered correctly. It wasn't like I was a stalker or something, but his smile just seemed to bright up my days. Just seeing him made me smile unconsciously like an idiot. Without him, my days would be dull and colourless.

It might be cheesy, but it was true. I might be able to live without him, but I wouldn't be able to live to the fullest.

You might be wondering who he was, or you might already know. Just in case you haven't, he was Harry Edward Styles. The man that I had been crushing on for the last--what--almost six years.

It was the second week after Christmas break, and I was on my third year of high school and he was on his first year. So yeah, I've been crushing on him since I was back in sixth grade, which was 'a lot of dedication,' my friend, Niall, said.

Harry Styles and I had talked. Actually, not really. He just helped me with some things and that one moment had me weak on the knees every time I saw him. It was the reason how this small crush of mine started, actually.

I was walking to my house as usual, doing nothing but eating my piece of apple that I hadn't eaten. Suddenly, some guys walked to me and shouted, "Hey, you fag! Give me your money!"

I didn't recognize the boys, but I knew they were from my school because of their uniforms. As I was about to grab some pocket money my mum gave me, suddenly the one and only, Harry Styles, came to the rescue.

"You, three! Leave the guy alone, or else," he threatened with a glare.

Of course, I didn't know his name at the time, but I later learned about him. He also got those bullies kicked out so easily.

"Hey, Lou! Daydreaming about Harry again?" an Irish accent was heard by me, waking me up from my daydream zone and made me realize that I was in fact still in school.

I was already near my locker so I took my stuff before replying to him, sighing dreamily. "Yeah, Ni. He's just so perfect. I mean, he's sweet, and brave, and handsome--he's literally perfection!"

Niall rolled his eyes, but couldn't help his smile. "You know, you should really make a move this year. It's our last year, then we'll be graduating. You don't want to spend your life regretting not talking to him, right? Invite him to prom or something. Speaking of prom, it's only in around three months," he said as we walked to the lockers.

I sighed, now feeling a bit down. "Ni, don't ruin my day like that. I want to talk to him, I really do, but how?" I asked, but the question was more targeted towards myself.

Then, Niall replied, "Just come up to him and say hello. Everything will go smoothly after that--probably," while chewing on his chips.

I rolled my eyes. "It won't. I can't just come up to him and say that I want to be friends with him. That would seem to suspicious," I said. But really, it sounded more like I was convincing myself that I couldn't talk to him at all.

"Okay, whatever, Lou. But if you regret that you never talked to your crush of five years in the future, then don't blame me." Niall shrugged with a careless expression. "Oh, and here's your birthday present." He handed a box wrapped in green paper for me.

Yeah, my birthday was in 24 December and we had Christmas break back then. Niall went back to his hometown in Ireland.

The bell rang, indicating that class was starting in five minutes.

"Bye, Lou. I need to go," Niall said. He waved at me after throwing his bag of chips to the bin. Wow, he finished it quickly.

I ripped open the wrapping paper and then the box. Inside was a pair of shoes. Now, I truly wonder how Niall's mind work sometimes.