Shy||l.t. a.u.

day one

Your eyes are like the sun, Holland.

That's why I fell in love with those bright stars.

Even though your features are distinct and most boys don't want you, I do.

Your different.

Your not like the girls who cake their faces in makeup, you're beautiful in your own way, and that's why I fell in love.

I fell in love with those eyes, that smile, those prominent cheekbones that are so distinct when you smile.

But, you don't smile very often anymore because I notice you aren't fond of them.

If only you saw how beautiful you were. I wish you knew so you wouldn't look so sad all the time.

I want to make you smile so badly, but, I know you'll never like me.

I'm Louis Tomlinson, the outcast.

You never notice me. I can tell. We never make eye contact and sometimes I feel as of you're doing that on purpose. Just so you won't meet the eyes of a complete worthless loser.

I get it though.

I am not worthy of your bright beautiful eyes to meet.  They shine so bright and I may burn them out with my dullness.

I want to one day at least talk to you, just one word and I'll be happy. I've heard your voice before, it's beautiful, so cheery and happy. And I want it directed to me. I want you smiling at me as you speak with that velvety voice.

But for right now, I'm too shy.

I know my writing is terrible and I could only hope you don't find this note but at the same time I want you to know my feelings.

Love,

     Louis Tomlinson(the outcast)

His head makes contact with the mash potatoes that sit on his tray as his eyes snap shut instantly. A laugh erupts from behind him and anger begins to boil in his system. He picks his head out of the tray and turns around to glare at the boy who insisted on doing that to him. Louis takes his glasses off and cleans them off with his shirt before getting a napkin and attemtping to wipe off his face to rid of all the potato. His eyes make contact with the brown irises that stare across from him and he freezes in place, his eyes widening before those brown irises dart away and she begins to giggle with her friends.

He feels the humiliation rise up in his system before he quickly gets up from the lone lunch table, grabbing his books and back pack and quickly exiting the lunch room. Laughing is heard around him as he tries to quickly make an escape, but he doesn't pay attention to the taunting laughter as all that plays in his mind are the amused eyes that stared at him. He made eye contact with her for more than two seconds and it felt amazing but compleltley embarrassing at the same time considering the situation.

Louis holds his books tightly to his chest, trting to keep them guarded before pushing up the glasses that fell down his nose up the bridge. As the boy walks through the hallways his shaky body is pushed and shoved purposely by other students shoulders. He makes his way to the back courtyard of the school to sit alone in the prickly grass outside. He still feels the mash potatoes on him and he cringes every time he feels the mushy food before quickly brushing it off him.

(Shy Louis is such a cute Louis.

Hey, I really like doing these authors notes but i first need to know if my readers like them;so do you?

Ily bye.)