Inspired by the quote, “I am an invisible girl who falls for boys that shine like stars.”
Harry: He was amazing. You had known Harry your whole life; you watched him perform for anyone and everyone and now you were watching him perform at Wembley Stadium. And somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with him; it was inevitable, like something that had come straight out of one of those romantic comedies. But of course, Harry didn’t know; Harry couldn’t know. Because everything was just so complicated now; he was famous and you were just his best friend. To him, you were practically invisible. But to you, he shined brighter than the sun.
Liam: ”H-Hi,” you stutter when you look up realize that it was Liam who was helping you pick up your books. “That guy was a proper dick, can’t even help you pick up your stuff,” Liam shakes his head, handing back your stuff to you. “It’s like he didn’t even see you.” “Most people don’t see me,” you mutter, blushing when you realize that your voice was loud enough for him to hear. “I see you,” he mumbles, looking at you earnestly. “I see you all the time. You just never notice…”
Louis: ”This is so dumb, he doesn’t even know my name,” you protest as your friends stubbornly push you towards Louis. “What the hell am I even going to say to him?” “You literally have three classes with him, I’m sure you can come up with something,” one of your friends rolls her eyes, giving you one final shove towards him. “Hi Louis,” you greet him shyly, already feeling your face begin to heat up. “I was wondering if you-” “Could give you a tour around school?” he interrupts you, standing up from where he was sitting. “Of course. So where are you from?” “I-I-I’m from here. We’ve gone to school together since primary…”
Niall: You nervously stood in the middle of the gym with the rest of your class, hoping that your teacher would pair you up with your best friend so you wouldn’t spend the entire period with someone you didn’t like. “Niall and (Y/N),” your teacher announced, your eyes immediately finding Niall as he looked up when he heard his name. “Who’s (Y/N)?” he asks, all of his friends laughing and repeating his question. You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to fight back tears, your teacher looking at you and asking you to raise your hand. “Are you new here?” Niall asks as he walks towards you. “No.”
Zayn: ”Why do you like me?” you ask one night as you and Zayn were hanging out in the back of the tour bus. “What do you mean?” Zayn laughs, looking at you and twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I like you for a lot of reasons.” “Yeah but…” you trail off, not exactly sure what you wanted to say. “I don’t know. I just- I’ve always been invisible. I’ve never really stood out to a lot of people. So why me? How did you notice me?” “That’s why,” he shrugs, shuffling closer to you. “You don’t try to stand out. You just do whatever, you’re quiet, you’re a- a wallflower. I like that about you.”
