"Oops."
That's the first thing he ever said to me. I don't remember much from that day. I mean, it was four years ago, but I do remember the moment I met him. Louis Tomlinson.
We were using the restroom. Lovely meeting place, I know. He was clumsy, so of course he said oops.
I remember his sparkling blue eyes. The first time green collided with blue, figuratively speaking of course, I fell in love. It wasn't the butterflies you feel in your stomach. It was heart wrenching. I felt it in my very soul. I knew right then, he couldn't be mine, but I still loved him. And I didn't know his name.
"Oops. Oh gosh. Hi! I'm Louis Tomlinson."
I remember his high pitched, yet soothing voice. The moment he said that first word. It was like magic dripping from his lips.
"Hi. I'm harry styles."
I remember my voice well too. It was a sickly sound. Shy and slightly deep. Maybe if our first interaction was better, he would have loved me.
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Kind of a prologue I guess. The story will be in mostly Harry's POV. Enjoy!
