Imperfect

When green, meets blue

Hello I'm Jose7655, and this part is written by me. But instead of writing that every time Imma insert this (^o^) so you know its me, who wrote the chapter. But I dont wanna talk anymore, so. Let go!
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3. Person
The boys had separated, and Harry had waited for his mom to pick him up. As usual, but this day was different, he could feel it...

It had been 30 minutes, and his mother still hadn't arrived, Harry began worrying. This had never happened before, she always came to pick him up. Same place, same time!

At this point, Harry was seated on the ground, his face in his knees. He might have cried, keyword: might. He was just going to be more of a weirdo, if anyone found out, that he had cried...

"You okay?" A soft voice asked. Harry didn't look up, he was too embarrassed. He felt the person sit beside him, but he remained his gaze in his knees.

"C'mon Harry, what's wrong?"

Harrys pov
As I looked up, when the soft voice mentioned my name, I was met be a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Louis. I hadn't gotten the chance to get a proper look at him, in class.
His face was slightly tanned, along with his small arms. His whole body was small and fragile, as if I could break him, any second. I felt like gigantic, compared to him.

"Nothing..." I mumbled, looking in his eyes, trying not to get lost. I failed. Not that I minded, I could just look at his eyes day after day.

"C'mon tell me" he pushed, but it didn't make me uncomfortable. "Fine" I said, turning my whole body towards him. "Its stupid, but, my mom hasn't picked me up. She always picks me up, same spot, same time. Everyday" I felt a tear, trickle down my cheek. Why was I even crying? Oh yeah, maybe because my mom hadn't picked me up like usual, and it was now over 7 o' clock. I had waited for over an hour. "Hey, don't worry. Maybe she forgot?" I looked at him, "Oh yeah, cause it's normal to forget you son" I snapped sarcastically. "'m sorry, I'm just tried" I apologized, he just shook his head, and told me it was fine. "Lets get you home then" "What? how? My mom hasn't arrived yet" I asked in confusion. "I have a car, you know where you live. I drive, you give me directions. Yeah?" He said, as if I was some baby. I pushed him playfully "thanks" I said, standing up, giving Louis a hand. "Thanks" he laughed, taking my hand. I let my big hand, grab his small hand, to pull him up on his feet. 

He then, without letting go of my hand, showed me to his car. A black Mercedes. "Hop in" he said, as he himself climbed into the nice looking car. I seated myself in the passenger seat, beside Louis. And the whole ride, Louis did not let go of my hand. Sparks of excitement ran through my hand, every time a got a glimpse of him. His sparkling blue eyes, his Carmel-colored fringe and his amazing smile. But... Why was he nice to me? No one was nice to me, like ever. Nobody talks to the weirdo, not even looking at me. But it's okay, you get used to it... Sometimes. The worst thing of all, was that I hadn't ever done anything to anyone. And yet, they still hate and bully me.

"Hey, don't worry Harry. You're almost home, please don't cry again" The sound of Louis' worried voice dragged me back to reality. Cry? I felt a tear hit my hand. I quickly wiped my eyes, with my sleeve. "Sorry, I just... forget it" I said embarrassed, no way he would be my friend now. No one likes a crybaby... "No no, what's the matter? Tell me, Hazza" The nickname send goosebumps down my spine. "I.. Why are you talking to me?" I dropped the bomb, now it could go two ways. "What do you mean?" He looked like a lost puppy, a cute lost puppy. Who said that? "No one talks to me, or even give me a glance. I'm a weirdo" A new set of tears trickled down my cheeks. I felt the vibrations from the moving car stop, followed by the sound of a car door, open and close. I looked up, to see that Louis no longer was seated beside me. Of course, he didn't want to deal with me and my crying- My door opened, and my seat belt loosened. "Make room for me" It was Louis. I made room for him by sitting on the one half of the seat, giving Louis the opportunity to sit on the other half. He sat down, and turned me, so we now sat opposite of each other. He looked me in the eyes, and said "I'm talking to you, because you seem nice" He gave me a smile, and gave him one as well. "Thank you, Lou" I said, feeling my cheeks change into a light shade of pink. "You're cute when you blush" He said, giving me a hug. After what seemed like only 10 seconds, he pulled back. I didn't feel like letting go just yet, but I knew I had to, or else it would get awkward. Louis got out of the car, offering me a hand witch I gladly accepted. "Let's get you home" he laughed, as we reached my front door. I knocked on the door, and waited for my mom to open it. And she did, after a little while. when she opened the door and saw me, and Louis. Her face instantly showed sadness, "Oh Harold, I'm so sorry. I forgot to pick you up" she said, hugging me close. "mum" I said in embarrassment, while Louis just happily watched the scene unfold. "huh? oh!" She said as her eyes landed on Louis, she looked up and down at him. "Uuuh, you got a good taste there Harold, I like him" She said wiggling her eyebrows at me, I looked down at my feet, shamefully. "Oh sorry ma'am, we're just friends" He said, smiling as if my mum hadn't called him hot. Wait.. friends? I looked up at him hopefully, he nodded, as in confirmation of what he just said. "Well, everything, in their own time" She said, "Can I at least get your name?" "Louis, Louis Tomlinson" He said, striking his hand out for her to shake. My mom just shook her head, leaning forward, hugging him.

"It was nice to meet you ma'am" Louis said, smiling awfully charming. "Call me Anne, ma'am sounds old" "Anne, nice to meet you. See ya Hazza" He said, turning to his car. Before stepping in, he turned around to wave goodbye. I smiled, waving back. My first real friend. Louis.

Louis Tomlinson.