I Dare You

Two

It was late.

Late for a school night that is.

Harry sat in the forgotten junk yard thinking under the little light that the street lamp provided. Novelly was across the street at Jessie's house, probably in bed with Louis.

Harry cringed at the thought of Novelly being with anybody but him. But he knew her and Louis had made the beast with two backs, and he accepted it.

Louis constantly talked about sex, always making dirty jokes and whispering to his friends how he fucked his girlfriend so hard she couldn't walk that morning and that's why she was late to school or something.

One time one of his friends asked him, "do you ever lift weights?" And Louis replied with, "the only thing I be liftin is my girlfriend's legs".

Of course Harry didn't like the fact that Louis was even dating Novelly, but he had to accept it, for one he couldn't control her life and for two, he didn't want to.

Novelly didn't even know Harry existed so why should he even try?

He had this conversation with himself too many times to even count, he lost track once he hit the hundreds.

But there he sat, in the junkyard with his back against the fence; head smacking the fence over and over again as he had this pep talk in his head for the thousandth time.

What are you even gonna do? Knock on the door and ask to speak to Novelly?

No.

Even if you did, what would you say to her when she came to the door?

Nothing.

It was really pointless, Harry had no way of ever actually speaking to her. And he couldn't; she had a boyfriend for one and for two she would never go for a guy like Harry.

Harry didn't look like a nerd, but he was one. He was very smart and his favorite hobby was reading and writing, so technically he was a nerd. Harry was quite attractive though, his curly hair was some what long and his emerald green eyes really were a beautiful site.

His glasses covered them up though, he only wore them when he was reading or doing homework, which was almost always, but he didn't wear them all the time.

He had tan skin and tattoos that covered his beautiful skin.

Each -

And every-

Single-

One-

Was a dare.

The worst tattoo was his butterfly one. So many people called him a faggot after he got it, so he tried to tell people it was just a moth, but no one would believe him. It was a butterfly and it was there to stay.

He did pull it off nicely though, but it was by far the worst dare for a tattoo he had gotten. It was girly and embarrassing.

I'm getting off track again.

Harry continuously banged his head against the fence, going through everything in his head.

He thought about going home, just for tonight maybe. It was chilly out and he didn't have a blanket with him, he couldn't stay here tonight.

It was the middle of winter, so it wasn't exactly the most warmest place to be right now. Especially in Holmes Chapel.

"You're fucking stupid." Harry mumbled to himself, banging his head against the fence again.