Harry tapped his pencil on his desk as he searched around the room for poetry ideas. He sighed in frustration, about to give up, but then a light bulb bursted from atop his head. What hadn't he thought of this earlier?
A love poem.
He smiled in excitement after he popped his knuckles and began to write on his lined sheet of paper.
Alex and Leo ;
perfect pair.
Though Leo had loved Alex,
he had no care.
With Leo in love
and Alex in not,
he'd suffered in heartache beyond his cot.
He was tired, sick of rejection.
Only when Leo was gone, Alex had attention.
Alex had loved Leo, since the day they'd met.
But showing Leo affection, Alex didn't let.
Frustrated, Harry smacked himself on the head with his pencil. Harry was gay, but he'd never had a relationship. He wanted a guy who'd appreciate his poetry, admire his style, and ignore his silly flaws. But in Holmes Chapel, those traits never existed when it come to a guy or a girl.
Everyone always made fun of Harry because of his poetry, no one appreciated or even bothered to get to know Harry or his poetry.
He'd always blamed himself when someone close to him got injured or messed up. He'd blame himself because he wasn't there to take matters into his own hands to make the bad not happen. People called it clingy, he called helpful.
He looked at his phone and swore under his breath because it'd been nearly 1 in the morning and tomorrow he has school.
He turned off his desk lamp and slid under the warmth of his thick blankets on his bed, then slowly began to fall asleep.
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"Harold! Wake up or you'll be late!"
Harry rubbed his eyes and lifted himself up.
He groaned. All he wanted to do was to lie in bed and do absolutely nothing.
Of course, he'd write a poem at least once or twice during the day of nothing. But that's something. And nothing is nothing, not something of nothing.
He began to grow bored of thinking the differences between nothing and something, so he decided it'd be best to get dressed.
"Harold!" His mum yelled from downstairs.
He stomped his foot so his mother could hear, since the kitchen was right below his room.
"Mum! I'm coming!" He yelled.
Once he settled on a 'Hipsta Please' shirt and black skinny jeans, he made his way downstairs.
"Good morning, Harry." Everyone said in unison.
"Good morning Gemma, Mum, and Robin." He said with a cheeky smile.
"You should hurry or else you'll miss the bus." His mum suggested before she handed him a bowl of lucky charms.
He sat at the stool in front of the island separating the kitchen and the den.
"I'm fine. I won't miss." He said as he messily ate his cereal.
Once he was finished with his bowl, he walked around the counter and put his bowl in the dishwasher.
He could hear the bus turn the corner. Just in time!
"I have to go, mum. Goodbye." He said as he kissed his mum on the cheek. "As well as you all. I'll see you next weekend Gemme, much love!"
He ran outside to the front of his house as the bus pulled up. He got on the bus only to earn a few nasty looks from familiar faces in his class.
The first ones to grab his attention was Trevor and Kian. Kian was always assumed to be gay, but Trevor somehow found out he wasn't.
Trevor was a homophobe. He despised Harry and other homosexuals for god knows what reason.
He decided to sit in the empty seat in the front.
"Hey, Styles!"
He turned to face the back of the bus to see Kian's face in the aisle way.
"Yeah, Harry! C'mere!"
A/N: OKAY so Trevor and Kian are from O2L idek i needed an O2L person sooo i chose them. Dont worry many more will come. also eveRYTHING I PUT ABOUT THE CHARACTERS THAT ISNT TRUE IS WAT I WANT so don't judge or i'll trap u in a ravioli can. no trevor is not a homophobe (that i know of) and tbh YES i did think kian was gay at first but idgaf if u judge me bout that. just a heads up since i'll only be doing authors notes at the end is that ricky from O2L WILL be in this and he'll play as a gay. i'm sorry if u love him but he can't be ur otp wit a girl in this #sorrynotsorry
THERE WILL ALSO BE THE OLD MAGCON IN HERE maybe. BUT ITS GOING TO BE MAINLY ASHTON AND HARRY
also can i get a wut wut for my crAPPY poetry
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FanfictionHarry Styles was just a regular high schooler ; a victim of bullying. Though when he was bullied he'd be made fun of not his looks, actions, speech, but his poetry. Harry had loved poetry since the day he knew what it was. He's bored one day and ins...
