HIM

It hurt. Looking at him hurt.

The way his hair brushed his shoulders and how his
lips moved when he spoke. I swear his smile lit up the entire room. How could
someone so angelic like him even exist? Of course I may be exaggerating just a
bit, but fuck. I really liked him. The only thing that could possibly ruin any
of this is the fact that he didn’t even know I existed. I have every single
class with him and yet he doesn’t even know my name. At least I’m pretty sure
he doesn’t. But then again, no one knows my name. ‘Darcy Winters’ isn’t exactly
a name that’s impossible to forget, although it seems pretty impossible to
remember. I’ve been in the same school as these people for 3 years and not a
single one of them knows who I am. But I don’t care if they do or don’t know
me. Except when it comes to one person. Harry Styles. If he would at least acknowledge
my existence once, I would be happy. But I don’t think that’s ever going to
happen. I’ve gone to school with this boy for 3 years, every year being more
painful than the last.

It hurt. Being invisible to him hurt.