Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Wednesday, October 3rd

Cher’s POV

I’m not sure exactly what I expected Willimpton Prep to be like, but it wasn’t this.

I wasn’t prepared to be clumped with all the other Carter Prep students like we were all the same.

I am the farthest thing from my classmates.

For starters, I like girls.

I came out to my family three years ago and they were very accepting of it all. Sure, they were a little weary at first, seeing as I’m their only child and they probably had dreams of having grandchildren and all that, but they love me so they put aside their dreams of the typical family.

My classmate’s reaction was a completely different story. I was only fifteen, so many people thought it was my way of trying to get attention and that I would grow out of this silly little phase. Girls stopped wanting to hang out with me because they thought I’d have a crush on them and it creeped them out. Boys didn’t want to hang out with me because; well, there was no chance of them getting lucky.

I was okay with this, though. I was always a bit of a loner. There was no one else I’d rather be than me, so if people didn’t like me, I wasn’t going to change for them.

I went the rest of that school year with barely any friends. I started the next year expecting the same thing, but to my surprise, that wasn’t what happened.

You see, that’s when I met Harry.

There was a rumor going around that there was a new student transferring from Holmes Chapel, but I didn’t care too much because I just thought it was one more person to judge me.

I took a seat in my first period and low and behold, the new boy sat down right next to me and held his hand out to me, introducing himself as Harry Styles.

I saw it in his eyes, we were instant friends. I will never tell him, but I knew from the start that he wasn’t like the other boys, meaning I knew he was gay before he even knew it.

I like to think fate sent us each other to help us through the struggles of our lives. There’s no way I would be where I am now without Harry.

And of course, he would not be the confident stud he is today without little old me.

Well, confident is a stretch, but he’s trying.

I just wish Harry could find love. He won’t admit it, but it’s what he truly wants out of life.

I could tell from the moment he first saw that boy that he liked him, sure I don’t believe in love at first sight or anything, but there was definitely an attraction. I was crushed when we saw him with that beautiful brunette with the heart shaped face.

65% because Harry can’t be with him. 35% because I can’t be with her.

Okay maybe more like 60-40.

What? She’s beautiful.

I sat down with Harry at lunch outside on the quad underneath one of the many trees.

“How were your other classes?” I asked him as I scanned the crowd, but I’m not so sure why. It’s not like there would be anyone else that would come and sit with us.

“Louis’ in another one, but so is his girlfriend.” Harry said taking a bite of his sandwich.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” I said as sincerely as possible. “Maybe it’s best to just move on.”