The Infatuation (A Narry Storan Fanficton)

There he is. Standing there with all of his friends. I muster up some courage before tapping him lightly on the shoulder, noting to myself that I was quite taller than him. "What?" he spat, looking up at me with a weird look. I clear my throat.

"Hi. My name's Harry and -"

The boy whose name that I still don't know silences me by holding up his hand. "There are two kinds of people I don't talk to. Fags and new kids. And you just happen to be both." His friends snicker behind him before following him to class.

I watch as they enter the nearby classroom, leaving me alone to cry in the hallway.

And that was the day I learned about rejection. It hurts like a bitch, yet you still can't help but stay in love with the person anyway.