He's gorgeous.
He's perfect.
His laugh, his smile, the oceans that replaced his eyes. His hair, his humor, him.
But he'll never notice me.
I'm invisible.
Harry Styles is the quietest kid in school. Practically no one notices him. The ones that do ponder at why such good looks were wasted on the emotionless kid. He keeps to himself and prefers to spend his lunchtime outside, under his favorite tree, away from the other students. The teachers have noticed his peculiar behavior and make him sit alone, trying not to push him out of his comfort zone.
What they don't know about Harry is that he has panic attacks. That he's bipolar. That he's bisexual. That he sometimes stutters. That he cuts. That he's been told that he's a failure, a mistake, and is uncapable of being loved. And that's why he stays away from the harsh, judgemental society.
That is, until Niall Horan peeks his interest.
Niall is the typical jock. He's the star of the football team, the rebellious student. Niall is the one who has girls practically slipping into his bed. He's the most popular kid in school and is surrounded by his best friends.
What they don't know about Niall is that he's gay. He has no interest in women and is disgusted every time he is forced to sleep with one or kiss one to keep his reputation. That he had an abusive childhood. That he's petrified of being left alone. That he sings to get his mind off of things.
He never noticed Harry until the day he was paired up with him for a music assignment.
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