The Nerd's Best Friend

The radiating sun forced my eyes to open. I sighed, thinking that I have to spend another twenty four hours without Harry.

I've been this way since he left for his stadium tour. It was hard for the both of us to say goodbye for God-knows-how-long. I mean, he's Harry Styles of the famous boyband named One Direction. Every girl would give up her most valuable possession just to seek a glance from him. But, it's his job. He's living his dream and caught the world's attention through his to-die-for singing voice. I can't stop him from his continuous success. I'm not even his girlfriend, nor will I ever be one.

I'm definitely out of his league. I mean, just look at me. I'm just your not-that-average girl who doesn't even enjoy going to clubs and being extrovert. I wear these glasses that signifies I'm a nerd who everyone disgusts in school. Unlike Harry, every living organism adores him. Boys envy him because of his looks, style, talents, popularity, you name it. And I'm just one of the girls who drool over him. I'm just his best friend, and I will never mean anything more than that to him. But, just like any other girl that exists, I dream of him. What he doesn't know, is that I secretly have a crush on him. As time flies, I develop something more to him. Something that is not easy to ignore whenever I see him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I groaned and fought with gravity as I help myself up. "Mom, I'll be down in 20," I half-shouted, loud enough for Mom to hear me. Again, there was a knock on my door. It was annoying me, so I went for the door knob and twisted it. I harshly open the door, expecting Mom to give me a homily about waking up early for school. My eyes grew wider in shock. Butterflies in my stomach became wild and uncontrollable. My knees became weaker, just like an injured soldier's, after he survived in the war. Standing in front of me isn't my mother.

It's Harry.