My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

II. Harry

My day had been very boring to say the least. My friend, Liam, wasn't present and I had no idea where he was. He hadn't been present ever since the first day after the break and my mother wouldn't tell me why he wasn't in.

I was starting to wonder if he ditched me and moved schools. I wouldn't blame him. After all, I had always been so focused in studying-my mother had always wanted me to have A's in everything, and I almost managed to do that in every subject except one. Math.

Back to the matter at hand, it wouldn't be surprising if Liam moved schools. I bet that Zayn guy was much more interesting than me. I didn't like him too much, though. I've seen him bully some people in his school which was why I wouldn't accept him in mine.

I had some suspection that Liam was actually dating Zayn. They were so clingy and cuddly to each other, after all, and sometimes I felt like I was just third-wheeling them or something.

Poor me.

So these days, I was alone. Single and alone. I didn't have a girlfriend, or a boy friend, or even a best friend.

Again, poor me.

I did have a stalker, though. His name was Louis Tomlinson, and he was two years older than me. How did I know this? Well, I just needed to know who my stalker was, in case he did something bad to me.

I had a feeling he wouldn't do anything bad, though. Not to me, at least.

Louis started stalking me when I was in fourth grade. I remembered the first time I saw him was when I saved him from those bullies, but I didn't think too much of it. I surely didn't expect him to stare at me every chance he got.

I didn't really enjoy attention, that was why I preferred to sit alone, or with Liam, at lunch. If I sat with the jocks, and they had asked me to a lot of times, they would expect me to speak, and if I spoke, all the attention would be on me. I didn't like that, I didn't want that.

The only attention I used to wish that I had was from my father. He left my mother when I told him that I was gay. Too bad, he was a nice, decent guy. But that was the past, I no longer needed any attention from him. My mum was enough, and this attention from this weird Louis guy was more than enough.

I actually still wasn't sure if his name was pronounced Louis, or Lewis, but I'd stick with Louis because it sounded cuter and matched his personality more. When he wasn't busy watching my ever move, he'd be talking and giggling with his friend, the Irish person, was his name Neil? By the way, he'd look really cute and childish.

I wasn't staring at him, I swear, but I just thought it would be nice to see how my stalker was doing, wouldn't it? After all, it wouldn't be fair if he was the only one that could watch me all day, and I couldn't stare at him at all. Not that I was staring, anyways.

Ugh, I'm going around in circles.

The bell rang and I couldn't be happier. I quickly put all my pens and pencils into my pencil case. As I counted my things, I noticed something missing. My eraser.

I looked around and finally found my white, small eraser. Near it was a paper that seemed to have fallen off of a book, but I could be wrong. I picked up the paper, and I really didn't mean to snoop, but I saw the title writen in capital letters.

"Larry Stylinson"

I didn't know what a Larry Stylinson was, but I knew for sure it wasn't a scientific name of an animal nor a plant. I remembered most of them and nothing was a Larry.

But oddly, the name seemed very familiar. I shook my thoughts aside and slipped the paper inside my book. I'd read it later. For now, I just wanted to go home and sleep. Do something relaxing.