Please Save me (a Larry Stylinson story)

Chapter 1

Louis pov

There's something about him.

Something about this boy that makes me want-need-to get through to him.

I try to talk to him every day. Every time I greet him, or try to just simply talk, he smiles lightly, and looks off into the distance.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard him say one word.

He sits alone at lunch. I've offered him a spot at my table many times, but he just shakes him head and drifts back on to his own world.

He gets bullied every once in awhile. People get annoyed because he never talks, because he's different to them.

It doesn't seem like he minds, though. Whenever someone calls him a name, or makes him drop his books or whatever they do, he just ignores them and keeps walking.

For the past year and a half I've done everything possible to get through to the boy, to make him talk to me because, you know, he could probably use a friend. It's not like no one likes him, he just doesn't talk to anyone.

Everyone tells me to just give up, that he would never budge. I would, but for some reason I can't.

In a way, I admire the boy. Something about him sends butterflies flying around in my stomach. Yes, I am gay, but it's more than just a simple crush.

I know there's something he's desperate to tell someone. I know there's something going on in his life to cause him to be like this.

I know he wants a friend, but he's too afraid. Maybe he's scared they will change their minds after he tells them his secret, or whatever it is he's hiding.

I can tell when someone has a secret, and when someone's lying.

I know there is something with this boy, something he's hiding behind his sparkling green eyes and thick brown curls.

I want to help him. And I will never stop trying to break through the wall. There's a voice in my head telling me there's something special with this boy, and I can't let him go.

I will find out eventually, and I will help him. I know there's a lot more to Harry Edward Styles.