Wallflower - Preteen Larry AU

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- Harry's POV -

"I'm not shy, I'm not shy,"

That's what I repeat to myself everyday in the mirror before going to school. I wanted to believe it myself, but it was no use. I rarely speak to anyone but myself. It was how I am. I'm just not social.

"I'm not shy."

I said once again then I gave myself a fake smile, then headed out the door to catch the bus to school. I ride the bus with eighth graders, which meant the seventh graders got buses to themselves. I wish they put seventh and eighth together. It would make much more sense.

But I sit alone anyways.

I kind of enjoy being alone, but sometimes I don't. There's these eighth graders that sit by me sometimes. But sometimes they just sit by me to turn their backs to me and talk to their friends across the aisle. There were other sixth graders on the bus but they didn't care about me, they had their own things to do. I just sat their and let my eyes roam outside the window.

But right now, I was sitting next to Louis Tomlinson. He waved to me but turned his back to me a bit after. I didn't mind. I just watched nature outside, even though it was the same route as everyday. I just seem to enj-

A voice interrupted my deep nature thoughts. Maybe I am kind of lame. But why?

"Harry." the voice said. I turned my head slowly to see that the bus was empty and I noticed the bus driver was sitting next to me. "Harry!" He said louder. I nodded. "This is the fifth time this week. Get off!" He scolded me. I felt my face turn red, and I never actually responded. I had nothing in mind. It was just for once, kind of blank.

I grabbed my backpack and walked into the brown bricked building we called school.

Then I was interrupted again. My thoughts just get too deep somehow.

"Hey." Louis greeted me with a small smile. I started to feel my face burn. " Why won't you talk to me?" He dropped his smile, and I started to tremble. "U-uh.." I squeaked out. Aw man. He will think I'm lame and tell all his friends that I'm just shy, lame Harry. Shy sixth grader Styles. Then he chuckled a bit and told me,"Don't be such a wallflower!"

What's a wallflower?