(Harry's POV):
I did not sleep at all last night, I couldn't get Louis off my mind. So instead I painted a few pictures which turned out to be Louis, and I wrote a song. This was a fast song and made me think of him through every lyric. Around seven thirty I started getting changed for school. It was the usual outfit for me, black skinny jeans, brown boots, my Rolling Stones Tshirt and a my hair brushed back with a little gel on the top. I put in my lip, eyebrow, and nose ring before walking downstairs. I motioned to the door and waved at my mum before walking out with my bag. This was my routine every morning, change, put the rings in, grab my bag and leave. Before the accident I would sing while I got ready, eat breakfast then kiss my mums cheek before driving to school. I notice Louis' car drive by me and stare after it, pulling my lip ring with my teeth. I hope he doesn't tell anyone I talked yesterday, I don't want anyone to ask me questions now. Those questions were personal yesterday and they were bound to get worse if people knew. I stare at my shoes as I walk into school, hearing the usual whispers as I pass people by. I make my way into the music room, sitting down in my regular seat. Yesterday I was drawing a picture of Louis and left it by accident, it's not here today so I'm guessing the teacher or someone got it. Sooner than I expected the class is full of people, including Louis who is back beside of me. Is it weird that I actually like him being close to me now? Well I guess it is since he's straight and has a girlfriend..Kathy I think her name is. She's at his locker every morning with him, laughing and talking and even hugging sometimes. I shrug it off and listen to the teacher talk about our project and then a famous composer. Beethoven, she doesn't have to tell me about him since I know everything I can about him. My thoughts start to drift to Louis again, the way he talks and dresses..his eyes. Everything about him is different than other people I see at school. He's always making people laugh and smile, everyone seems to like him. His style is usually the same, different ways to do his hair though. Not to mention he is very good at football, the best player on the entire team. I hear the bell ring and start to walk out before I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hey mate, just come over to my house again today. No football practice so straight after school." I nod and brush his hand off before leaving to art class. Before I walked away I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes, rejection. As I walked into class Mrs. Hughes said good morning as she always does even though I never answer. The assignment today is to draw something that sticks out to us. I automatically knew what to draw, there are many things that stick out to me but this is something always on my mind. I pick up my pencil and start drawing the outline on the canvas, biting my lip to concentrate. "Harry..this is fantastic!" Mrs. Hughes is standing over me as I finish my drawing, soon enough the entire class is. I drew his eyes, Louis' eyes. They looked exactly how they did when I brushed his hand off my shoulder, sad and hurt. Mrs. Hughes takes the canvas and sets it on her desk, smiling at me. I wasn't sure what she was going to do with it but by the smile on her face I knew it was going to be big. I grab my bag and walk out, heading to lunch when the bell rings. There is one table I always sit at, I don't eat so I just sit and think. Louis and his friends are sitting at their normal table when I walk in, that girl next to Louis as always. Kathy..I feel a certain jealousy over her. She gets to be close to him all the time, no one staring at them like they were weird. His entire table turned to face me as I walked in and sat down, me staring right back at them. If he told them I spoke to him yesterday..he will never hear another word out of me. They turn away a few minutes later, except for Louis of course. He keeps staring over at me, every time he looks at me I get lost in his eyes. They were so blue..so different and yet they his secrets, I could tell because I get the same look in my own.
(Louis' POV):
This boy is driving me crazy, he tells me all those things yesterday and doesn't give me a second glance this morning. I knew he was coming over today, I just had a feeling he would again. Yesterday wasn't as bad as I though until I had to ask those questions. School passed by slowly, the last two classes of the day were absolute torture. I hate history and English..but guess who put them off until their senior year? I practically run to my car after school, eager to get home and see Harry on my steps again. It started pouring rain as I was driving home, more than usual since it's been a few days since the last rain. I notice a black blob through my windshield walking down the sidewalk. Holy shit that's Harry! I pull up beside him, rolling the window down so I can talk. "Harry get in the car! You are soaked!" He ignores me and continues walking down the sidewalk with his head down. I slam on my breaks and get out, running over in front of him. "Get your arse in the damn car!" I stop in front of him and cross my arms as I give him a glare. After a few minutes of just standing in the rain he finally gets in the passenger side, looking out the window. I get back in and start driving home, putting the heat on full blast when he starts shivering. I parked in my driveway and cut the car off, getting out and running up to my door. I let Harry in with me, shutting the door after him. "Come on." We walked up to my room again, well if you can call it a room..there was stuff everywhere. "Here, you can go change in the bathroom." I hand him some sweat pants and a Tshirt. "Just leave your clothes in the bathroom, mum can wash them when she gets home." I watch him walk out and grab some clothes for myself as well. I stripped out of my clothes and pull the others on, tossing them in the laundry basket. "Harry I'm in the music room!" I yell down the hall to the bathroom and go inside the music room, sitting down at the piano. I stretch out for a moment before I start playing 'How to Save a Life'. This song always spoke to me in a way, it was the first one I learned to play on the piano. "Your good." That voice was familiar to me already, it was Harry. "Thank you. Just getting warmed up." I smile over at him and pick the guitar up, holding it out for him. "I think I found a song for us to play to the class." My attention turns completely to Harry and the guitar as he sits next to me. He starts strumming an unfamiliar song to me, I've never heard it. "You don't understand, you don't understand what you do to me when you hold his hand. We were meant to be but a twist of fate, made it so we had to walk away. Now we're on fire, we're o-on fire, we're on fire now. Yeah we're on fire, we're o-on fire, we're on fire now. I don't care what people say when we're together, you know I wanna be the one to hold you in your sleep. I just wanted to be you and I forever, I know you wanna leave so come on baby be with me so happily." He stops strumming and looks up at me, playing with his lip ring. "Harry..that is brilliant! The lyrics are amazing and your voice is wow..I didn't know you could sing that well! I've never heard that song before either." I smile wide at him, watching his cheeks heat up with red blush. "I wrote it yesterday." This shocked me, I knew he loved music and said he could sing but writing a song like this is absolutely amazing. For the next two hours we stayed in the music room sorting out the instrumental parts of the song and the rest of the lyrics. We changed a few things but overall it was perfect. "I need to go..don't tell anyone I talk please." That was the last thing I heard from Harry before he walked out of the room. After I heard the front door shut I let it out, a loud scream. A scream full of happiness, confusion, hurt, anger, desperation, and want. I was happy he is opening up to me, confused since he changed from one person to another, hurt that he will never like me. Desperate for him to stay with me, and want because..I want Harry. I want him so much but I can't have him..not now and not ever.
