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Something Great

(the top two pictures of louis and harry are their outfits, the bottom two pictures of the random man is a new character introduced!)

Louis' p.o.v.

It had been a week and three days since Harry had last spoken to me... Not that I was counting or anything... It's not like I hadn't reached out. I had texted him the occasional 'good morning' and 'goodnight' but nothing was reciprocated. Everyday I had been waking up an hour earlier than I used to, grabbing two coffees, and leaving one on Harry's desk with a little note before he got to school. It seemed to be doing something because he started making eye contact with me in class more as the week progressed.

Harry had almost completely ditched his sweaters and trousers. He now was predominantly wearing barely buttoned up shirts and skinny jeans. I swore to god he was trying to kill me and it was working. Harry's fashion shift was catching attention from everyone, boys and girls alike. It was a bittersweet thing to watch unfold. The sweet side was that people were finally giving him some attention, which he deserved, and he made a new friend, Levi. Levi was kind from what I had seen in passing. He picked Harry up everyday from art class and insisted on carrying his backpack. He was tall with dark hair, had glasses that helped frame his face, and was quite built. As much as I hate to admit it, god he's hot. He felt like competition with Harry and that really scared me because I was already losing. All that a side, he was making Harry happy and that was most important.

The bitter part, however, was that I couldn't help but feel jealous of all the attention Harry was getting. Not because I wanted to get attention, but because I wanted to be the one giving him attention. On top of that, I began to see what Harry meant about how shallow people were. Harry had always been Harry, but people didn't care to notice until he was fitting into conventionally attractive standards. Everyone was just proving him right in his worries about the way he dressed. Harry should've had the attention to begin with but no one cared until they could benefit from him in someway. That's why he had been dressing the way he had before; to avoid the superficial part of high school. I wonder what shifted internally for him to put aside the worries and dress how he is now. I couldn't help the sadness I felt to see how obsessed everyone was with reputation. It made me do a lot of self reflecting knowing I was the same before I had met and lost Harry.

Art class had become basically free time because we were all doing vastly different things for the project. I was really grateful for all the time we were given because I needed to utilise every second. I had spent every art class in the piano room working on my project, as did Harry and a few others. The classroom was small with a few rows of electric pianos that you could plug headphones in to play. Harry and I sat a few pianos apart and did our own thing. He was so close, yet he couldn't have been further. It was hard to refrain from interjecting myself into his life with him that close but I did it anyway. I was so curious as to what Harry was creating for the project, but I knew I would have to wait until he presented it. The only way I could keep my curiosity at bay was to put my everything into my own project, and that's what I did.

I had barely seen my friends in the past week because my project was taking up a majority of my time. The Saturday that had past was the first Saturday since we started our tradition freshman year where I canceled the plans. The boys were rather disappointed, but they understood I had a lot on my mind. I still hadn't discussed with them what really happened between Eleanor and I but thankfully they were patient and never pushed.

I woke up today at the same time I had been recently, but today was different. Today was the Friday our projects were due. The instant I had any sense of reality my stomach was filled with butterflies. Not only did we present today, but Ms. Jones is allowing people to come watch. I was so nervous to present what I had poured my heart and soul into to the class led alone other people. I just wanted to go back to bed and pretend I didn't have school today. As nervous as I was, if I've learned anything, it's that running away solves nothing, so I took a deep breath and got up for the day. I looked in my closet to try and put a really good outfit together. I only been wearing sweatpants and baggy t-shirts to school so today I had to really step up my game. I searched my closet until I picked out a pair of black and grey plaid pants, a long sleeve black shirt, and white sneakers. This past week had really allowed for me to meet myself and today I looked in the mirror and I saw Louis which was a relief. I finished getting ready, practiced one last time, and was off to school.