Shy||l.t. a.u.

day eleven||part one

I don't want to leave you.

I don't want to leave you because you make me so happy.

Holland, you make me feel this lightness in my stomach and all my worries wash away from my mind when I see your face.

This is that bad.

The graduation is tomorrow.

I can see your excited to leave this place and live your wonderful life. But I'm totally opposite of you. I want you to stay. If I knww every college you were applying to I would apply to the same in a minute, but I can't even talk to you.

What's wrong with me?

No, no.

What's wrong with you?

Why can't you see the apparent love that I feel for you? And if you do, acknowledge it, and just tell me if your unintrested. I'll understand. I just want to know your feelings. I want to know all of your thoughts and emotions and feelings.

I would be a little more at peace in my mind and there won't be a war battling inside.

Today, I am determined to talk to you Holland,just say a quick hi, and hopefully you'll say it back, or just a simple smile. Because that smile is like a a bunch paradises in one simple, beautiful move.

Louisx

The girl walks through the corridor, two of the familiar faces of her friends side by side to her. The boy watches intently as her figure walks quickly through the hall to go to the third hour. A smile lights up her features and he could see those prominent cheek bones that look beautiful on her, but she's completely insecure about them.

He sees her enter the classroom and he enters shortly after, shivering from the cold atmosphere and goosebumps erupt on his arms. He walks to the back, where Holland sits, her friends still standing around her and Louis knows he can't do this. He has to find a time and place she's alone because he doesn't have the bravery to walk up to her, while her friends are around and smile, saying 'hello', to the girl he loves. It's too complicated and he doesn't want to take risks right now.

The shrill ring of the bell echos through the classroom. Louis swallows nervously, his mouth feeling dry as he sits down. One of the friends, a pretty brunette, walks over to the desk he sits in, two seats away from Holland. She quirks up a thin eyebrow and purses her pink lips. "Um. Thats my seat?" Louis flickers his gaze up to her.

"Were allowed to sit wherever we want." he says softly.

"Well I would like to sit there." she places a hand on her hip. Louis darts his eyes to Holland, that stares back at him with expressionless eyes and face. He looks at her friend, who he doesn't know the name of before getting up from the desk and walking to the front of the classroom and taking a secluded seat where no one sits near.