dear louis // o.d. au

dear louis; from harry; #1

dear louis,

there's a boy who plays percussion in band who's in the same year as me and i think he's beautiful and he has an amazing laugh and oh god it's like he's so perfect.

i don't think he knows who i am though. :/

do you have any unsexual ways to approach him??

please help me.

i'm so fucking desperate.

love harry

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dear hazzy

that's great haz <3

give him a reason to know you then. just go up to him and say "hi im harry" or something lol

that's pretty unsexual right?

and desperate, seriously? being desperate is a turnoff for most people.

pretend you're not desperate.

pull your shit together styles.

love louis

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so come friday morning during chorale class - that's when all the music students in the same year have chorale together - harry and his brown curls somehow find his feet moving to stand in front of that beautiful boy's seat and harry gives him a huge shit-eating grin and with his right hand stuck out in front of the beautiful boy's face, says, "hi, i'm harry."

the beautiful boy shakes his hair out of his blue eyes (that are absolutely gorgeous, harry notes) looks at harry's hand and his face like morphs into the kind of grin that could compete with harry's in the shit-eating category. he says, "hi, you're in my band right? i'm niall. you play the trombone, yeah?"

and harry's really surprised because this beautiful specimen with perfect eyes and perfect hair and perfect everything took enough notice of him to know a bit about him. he almost forgets to reply but miss hey (that is actually her name though) shouts at josh (another perfect male specimen, but not quite as perfect as niall, harry reasons) to hurry up and take a seat.

"uh yeah. yeah, i play the trombone, yeah." harry wants to smack himself in the face now, but niall chuckles and harry guesses it's not too bad anymore.

"i'll see you around then, harry?" niall asks with a small smile as he slowly moves to a seat his other percussion buddies are saving for him.

"yeah, sure," harry says.

the (much) taller, curly-haired boy sends a smile after the blonde, but he's already turned his back.

it takes everything harry has to walk back to his seat and not squeal in a very unmanly manner.