Harry Styles is a quiet, self-contained, sad boy. Harry spends most of his free time at school in the janitors closet. Of course, it was extremely awkward when Mr Smiths walked in to grab his mop on an occasional day. However, Harry didn't mind he thought Mr Smiths was a nice man. Plus, he didn't judge the fragile boy as he cried and cried, whispering reassuring things to himself.
Kids are cruel.
The world was cruel.
No one knew why it had to be the curly-headed green-eyed boy. It just had to be him.
It was a normal lunch, the sixteen-year-old sat crossed legged, wedged in between an unused bin and a metal rack full with quite the collection of dustpan and brushes. The lonely tearful eyed boy ate his jam sandwich in silence. Every once in awhile a muffled sob would escape his mouth.
However, the silence was disturbed as a smaller boy rushed into the dark suffocating closet. Slamming the door behind him, a sigh of relief left his mouth as he turned in the direction of the slightly taller boy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know someone-" The boy leaned closer towards the shrunken lad to get a closer look. "Hey, are you alright?"
Harry noticed how the boy's bright blue eyes kept direct eye contact as he crouched down to be the same level as him. Harry kept quiet, he knew better than to trust random people. Others would always come and go, leaving Harry lonesome.
"Ok then. My names Louis, I'm new." Louis had a cheery voice, it was followed up with a beaming bright smile. Even though the curly boy did not answer, Louis didn't get angry or give up. Instead, he sat directly in front of the crying broken boy. It wasn't the appropriate time to say it but Louis thought he looked beautiful, even if he was crying.
The rest of lunch was drowned in a deafening silence again. Neither one of the boys tried to make conversation. Louis did every once in a while try to crack a joke but when the lad opposite said nothing, Louis sat once again in silence.
Might as well get used to the quietness of the darkroom. Louis thought. It's not like he could go anywhere else.
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This closet Isn't big enough for the two of us// L.S
أدب الهواةCOMPLETED//SHORT STORY. When a confident blue-eyed boy stumbles into the closet and finds a shy and insecure green-eyed boy. And well, they fall in love of course.
