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Third Grade -Part One

Harry's POV

"I got a girlfriend," Louis stated proudly, and I felt a weird tug at my heart.

Every single boy in this grade except for me and a few others were getting "girlfriends." I asked my mum about it and she said that around my age, everybody was eager to be cool, and start dating.

It didn't make much sense to me. I was happy being single, Louis was enough company for me.

"What's her name?" I tried to sound as happy as Louis looked.

"Eleanor. She's really pretty." He leaned forward, so close our foreheads brushed. "All the kids are going to like me now." I grimaced at the triumphant smile on his face, attempting to be excited, but I wasn't.

"Oh, there she is!" He looked over my shoulder, and I whipped around. A girl with long brown hair came walking shyly towards us.

I guess some boys would call her pretty, but I just didn't feel it. I didn't feel the pang in my tummy I got when I looked at someone pretty; Louis or maybe the boy my mummy always obsesses over the on the TV.

Was it normal to thing guys were good-looking?

I shrugged my shoulders, blinking a bit as I started listening to Louis and Eleanor.

"Uhm.. hi Louis." Eleanor did a little wave and I held in a scoff. Why did Louis like her?

"Hey El," he replied, and I really felt like punching something. My best friend shouldn't be dating anyone. He was supposed to be paying attention to me!

Suddenly, a group of girls surrounded Eleanor in a cloud of giggles and squeals. She was pulled away, her cheeks dark red.

"Isn't she great?" Louis said coolly, resting back against the wall of our classroom.

"Yeah," I said flatly.

The teacher walked in, and we all scurried to our seats, ready to begin the boring lesson over writing techniques.

***
The rest of the day went by slowly, and instead of talking to Louis, I stared at the hand on the clock tick by, and it seemed to go in slow motion.

There was a few reasons I didn't talk to Louis. First, whenever I did he would brag about how he has such an amazing girlfriend, and it made me feel like crying.

Second, ever since he got with Eleanor, all the boys have been talking to him, and he doesn't even try to include me. It's like I'm not even there, although we've been inseparable for the past 3 years,

And the last thing was for some reason, every time I looked at him, I felt a painful tug in my heart and I didn't know why.

When I got home, my mum gave me a tight hug and kissed my cheek softly, and I felt a bit better. Finally, someone was paying attention to me.

"How was school today?" My mum asked, standing up off the floor and going back to the kitchen. I followed behind her, brushing my fingers across the wall beside me.

"It was horrible," I whined, and suddenly I felt my breath catch painfully. The sadness that had gathered up within me became much worse, now that I was talking to my mum about it.

Just as my mum turned to look at me worriedly, I burst into tears. Mum rushed over to me and gathered me into her arms, placing gentle kisses into my hair.

"Baby what's wrong?" She breathed, and it made me cry harder. I sniffled loudly into her shoulder, smelling her sweet perfume.

"Louis has a girlfriend," I sobbed, clutching tightly to her.