Look at Me - H.S.

Look at Me - H.S.

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As a thirty two year old fan of Harry Styles, Cassie is used to the eye rolls and groans whenever she mentions his name. What they don't know is that this man has saved her life. When she's drowning in her own mind, it's his voice that brings her back to the surface. After sending a letter that she almost immediately regrets, Cassie assumes it's ended up in the wrong hands but when she forms an unlikely friendship with a stranger, Cassie's life starts to change. Time after time she is reminded of what the people closest to her, think of her. If only there was someone who could help her realise her true self-worth. A love story of a different kind. * * * * * * * * Excerpt: "I didn't mean it! Please believe me. Please don't leave" I plead with everything in me, she can't fucking leave, not like this. Still with my hands on her shoulders while standing behind her, I feel them slump as she sighs. Slowly she starts to turn towards me, all the while looking down at the floor with her hair hanging down around her face so that I can't see it. "Please, stay" I whisper, squeezing her shoulders softly. "Please."
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"Say something Lou... please. Say something..." "Football and Gay don't go together, Harry. Why can't you understand that I can't give you what you want from me? I... I don't even feel..." he paused. For a fleeting second, I was hopeful. I waited for him to finish the sentence. "I don't feel the same about you, Harry". Louis finally said, his tone mundane. He had his back turned to me so I couldn't read his face when he said this. I wanted to look into his blue eyes when he said this. He's lying. He had to be lying. "Lou please... Look at me, Lou...", I was practically begging him. I felt my chest constrict. I couldn't breathe again. I tried to take deep breaths in, but I couldn't feel air filling up my lungs. "Lou you promised you won't leave... You promised you would always be there for me". Tears were pouring out of my eyes uncontrollably and it blurred my vision. I tried to wipe them off with the back of my hand. I was a mess. When my vision cleared, I could see him starting to walk away. "Don't go Louis. You don't have to love me back, Lou. Just please don't leave. Let's be friends?" A weird prickling feeling was spreading through my body, flowing through my veins. It was numbing my hands, feet, my entire body. I was now on my knees. He was leaving me. My Louis was leaving me. "It hurts Lou. I would rather die than feel this way". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Styles is spellbound by the blue-eyed football star of Crestwood Academy, Louis Tomlinson. He is happy to finally have found something more entrancing than music and art. Louis Tomlinson finds Harry, the new student, quite intriguing. He's utterly confused with feelings he is sure he has never felt before. The two boys soon become best friends but will they fall truly, madly, deeply in love?

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