harry sat at the table during lunch time, quietly munching on a chocolate chip muffin. the people around him are engaged in conversation, so he just sat and listened, although he was hardly paying attention. the curly headed boy was in his own little world, smiling brightly whenever camille would nudge him and make a comment every now and then. it's been a few since he and camille became friends, and despite the age gap, they were really close.they hung out almost everyday, and camille always looked out for him. she even introduced him to her other friends, who also seemed to take a liking to harry and immediately became friends with the younger boy. harry has a few friends his own age, but he's not as close to them as he would have liked to be, but it didn't matter anymore because he got along way better with camille and her crew. so he was content with that.
harry started out with a huge crush on the pretty blonde. she was still the prettiest girl in his eyes. she was always so sweet and selfless, including harry in everything and making him feel good about himself. although, he still liked her a lot, he found himself looking at other people as well and becoming curious about what he likes.
he's been wondering about it for a while now. he always hears the girls arguing about what their tastes are, and what kind of guys they like or what they look for in a partner, and you know harry—those gears are always turning, always curious about any and everything around him. now, he was figuring out for himself what he liked. it's been a while and harry thinks he's finally coming to a realization about himself.
he always thought that girls were very pretty, but recently he's found himself looking in the opposite direction as well. at boys. boys were- well they were pretty as well in harry's eyes. particularly, he likes their more masculine build and their typically deeper voices. he would discreetly ogle at some of the guys at school, and find himself blushing beet red whenever he found one of them attractive.
this brings him right back to when his big brother niall had started bringing his soccer buddies over to the house for practice, about two weeks ago. at first, he didn't think much about it, but soon he started paying attention to them, and after a while, there was one guy in particular he could not keep his eyes off of. according to niall, his name is mitch.
mitch was soooo pretty (harry's thoughts exactly).
and whilst harry was stalking him around the house (he prefers to call it research), he found himself liking the older boy a lot more than he expected to. just like with camille, watching him from a distance after a while soon turned into a crush. a big crush. it grew and grew every passing day. mitch is just so pretty, and he was nice too. whenever he stayed behind the other day to hang out with he and niall, he was so sweet to harry the whole night.
ahh, harry could die happy now.
but, it wasn't going to go any further than just a crush, harry knew that. his baba basically forbade him from dating, especially older people. harry found himself pouting, and glaring at his half eaten muffin. stupid baba. why doesn't harry get to do all the things his brothers do? harry's seen niall kiss a lot of girls, and louis too—they probably even do sex too, but harry's not going to go there. so, why wasn't he able to that?
yes, he's only fifteen, but it's only a one and two year difference! he may be still too young for sex, but what harm could be done by an innocent relationship? harry just wanted to experience it, and do like his brothers do—and maybe kiss mitch too. he sighs. like that was ever going to happen.
harry pouts deeper, and nibbles on his muffin like a bunny, glaring at nothing in particular as he cursed zayn in his head. suddenly, across the cafeteria, mitch comes into his view and he freezes. he wasn't looking in harry's direction at first, he's chatting with some members from the soccer team including niall who is sitting next to him. but, it's as if he felt harry's stare and turns around, his eyes immediately finding harry.
harry's eyes widen, ducking his head slightly. however, mitch just smiles at him sweetly, lifting his hand to wave at harry—winking at the flustered boy. harry's cheeks flame brightly as he bites the corner of his lip, quickly waving back shyly. instantly, he is startled when a hand is placed on his shoulder.
"who are you waving at, h?" camille asks, snapping harry back to reality. he blushes deeper, shaking his head.
"n-nobody." harry stammers. camille smirks, pushing some hair behind her ear as she leans over.
"really? cause i thought i saw you waving at that cute guy over there." she says. harry's eyes bulge slightly.
"i was not!" harry defends. camille giggles.
"you so were!" she replies. harry pouts, looking away in embarrassment. camille laughs, wrapping her arm around harry's shoulders. "don't be all bashful, it's okay."
"really?"
"yeah, why wouldn't it be?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. harry bites his lip, looking down as he picked at his bare fingernails.
"uh, i-it doesn't bother you that i uh, like someone else?" harry asks, not wanting his newfound crush to ruin their friendship. camille's face softens.
"no, of course not. why would it?"
"cause we liked each other too, but now i like someone else.." he trails off. camille laughs softly, shaking her head.
"true, but it's okay. it's pretty normal to like more than one person, so i get it. besides, it's not like we're dating. we're friends right?"
"yeah, you're my best friend." harry tells her with a grin. camille nods in agreement.
"you're mine too." she agrees.
"heyyy, i thought i was your best friend." they hear selena say in the seat across from them with a fake hurt pout. harry giggles.
camille rolls her eyes, "you're my girl best friend, duh." selena smiles brightly, flipping her hair.
"that's more like it." they all laugh at her antics, before all the girls turn to look at harry.
"so, who is this crush of yours?"
the flame then returns to harry's cherub cheeks.
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