Little Things || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 4

The heart is complex with all its wanting. With what it chases and wants to have chase it back. How it latches on to others even when it makes little sense to anyone else. That's just a portion of its beauty. It's one of those things that can't be coerced. It can't be forced. It just is. And it grows within us, changing everything. But it yours to define. It's yours to feel. It's often going to make no sense to anyone else. They may question. They may push. They may say they know you better than you know yourself. Well maybe in some ways, they do. But not this one. Love is yours. Don't ever let them tell you you're too young or you can't possibly love someone like that. Sure, we all eat a few lies when our hearts are hungry and we all stumble upon a few roses with too many thorns. But that's how we learn and that's not experience we should ever be shielded from. So yes, you're going to love some people you probably shouldn't and it's going to make no sense to anyone else. That's okay. The heart has reasons which reasons we can never understand.

all the love, harry.

A teacher as he knows name Miss Cheryl is standing in front of the class, teaching Biology doesn't catch his attention at all. He writes down his thoughts into words and drowns in his literature world.

"Mr. Styles?"

Harry smiles to himself, bites his pencil.

"Mr. Styles..."

Harry continues again on his writing as he thinks he needs to add some more. His mind has so many unwritten thoughts. He stops and bites his lower lip, furrows when he runs out of idea.

"Harreh!"

Harry interjects as his chair is kick by someone behind him and when he turns, it is Louis. Harry raises his left eyebrow, a sign that he waits for Louis to explain why he kicks his chair.

Louis shakes his head before say. "Miss Cheryl keeps calling your name."

Harry turns to face at the place where Miss Cheryl standing, scratching his head. "Um y-yes?"

"Can you tell me how vestibular system operates?" Harry knows that Miss Cheryl knows he isn't focus while she's teaching so question like this doesn't surprise him.

Harry scratches his head all over again make some of his curls fall down upon his forehead. He doesn't study at all as he dislikes this subject so if Miss Cheryl asks him about when Queen Diana died, he can answer it because History is his life. He breathes History.

Miss Cheryl waits patiently for him to answer and the whole class is watching him, he hates it. It's not like he just make a crime. He just fails to concentrate and he thinks it's not a big deal. He shrugs.

The bell is ringing a sign that it's a recess time and that's mean a 'waiting torture' by Miss Cheryl is finally over. All the students start to pack their things and flash out. With that, Harry starts to pack his stuffs too.

"Next time, pay attention." Miss Cheryl warns before leaves the class follows by the sound of her heels.

Harry grunts shoves his bag on the shoulder, push the chair, and carry along his journal in his hand. As he wants to leave the class quickly, Louis grabs him on the bag makes him stop. He turns and sees Niall behind him.

"Let's have lunch together." Louis says and Niall gives him a big smile.

It's been three days Harry studies at that school and he always spending time in the library instead of going for lunch because;

Firstly, he doesn't have friends yet and he never gets invited to go to lunch with people.

Secondly, he has social anxiety.