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Crush crush crush

Crush crush crush

By Paramore

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I noticed your eyes are

always glued to me

Harry - As you walked down the hallway towards your locker you felt someone's eyes on you. You kept marching down the hall to get your books in time for the next lesson, but you felt weird knowing this person was watching your every move. Not that it's not happened before.

It was Harry, Harry styles if you weren't mistaken. He wasn't the most popular kid in school but in your opinion one of the hottest.

As you opened your locker and picked out the three books, you saw Harry approaching you.

"H-hi y/n" he stuttered (as he did everyday)

"Hey Harry" you smiled closing your locker. He smiled nervously back and awkwardly tried to form a sentence. You just giggled and gestured to your books, as per usual Harry was trying to offer to carry your books to class.

He picked the pile out of your hands and his biceps flexed as the weight was given to him.

"You don't have to" you giggled as you two began walking.

"I'd like to" he said looking at the floor in front of him.

"You're a sweety, you know that" you said as you approached room 22

"Ha, thanks" he stuttered looking at your shoes. After he handed your books back to you, you thanked him and turned around to walk into class but you were stopped by Harry grabbing your wrist.

"Could- can. I mean, would you like to sit with me at lunch" he stuttered "like maybe. Not defiantly. For fun" he continued rambling.

"It's a date" you smiled kissing his cheek and walking away, hearing him sigh behind you and happily make his own way to his class.

They taped over your mouth

Scribble out the truth with their lies

Louis - you watched as your best friend Louis was being shouted at by management. Why? Him and his boyfriend were caught holding hands outside.

A tear rolled down his cheek as he hung his head in shame, along with his boyfriend Harry who had his face in his hands sobbing.

This wasn't right.

It couldn't be.

A sudden burst of courage pulsed through you and before you knew it, you were walking into that glass office where they were having their lecture.

"Who are you!" The man stopped and questioned you; causing Louis' head to dart up.

"Y/n, leave" he seethed, the mixture of anger towards management and his sorrow was being reflected onto you. Harry didn't look up and turned away, obviously not wanting you to see him cry, despite the fact you had been watching from outside the office.

"No! What the hell is wrong with you?" You screamed at the man " so what they were holding hands? He is forced to hold that girls hand every minute of everyday and if he holds Harry's for even a second 'Larry will come out' It was their bloody anniversary! Can they not get a little bit of slack." You yelled, your face reddening in anger.

"Security" the man sighed pettily at you.

"Don't you touch her" Louis growled at the two men by the door as they closed in on you; they looked at the man standing up then at the team sitting behind the desk. They nodded and the men backed away again.