Chapter 1

**Louis' POV** (It is if I don't say otherwise)

I slammed my locker shut and turned my head slightly to the left. I rolled my eyes at the sight of Harry's hands on either side of a blonde girl's head. His body was pressed against hers so she was practically glued to the locker, and a wide smile was playing on his lips. I had been good at ignoring my feelings for Harry, but I couldn't help but sigh every time I saw him with a girl.

I turned around and walked to my English class. Would Harry ever have enough time to notice me?

The answer to that question was probably not. He could have any girl at school because everyone here loved him, including some of the guys. Not only that, but he was also captain of the school's football team. He was the best player among them, even though he was the goalkeeper.

But, even if he could have all the girls, he wasn't with a different one every night... Okay, maybe more than what most of the other guys were, but it was like he "dated" a girl for about a month, then he realized she wasn't the one he was looking for and moved on to the next one.

It was just that Harry wasn't gay or bi. He was as straight as a ruler, so I could never have him. However, I couldn't help but wonder what Harry would think of me if he only knew who I was. There was another problem, though. I was an outcast. I hung out with the school's "nerds" and was kind of one myself. That was another reason why Harry would never like me since he was the school's most popular guy.

But none of those things changed the fact I was in love with him. I had been for almost three years, ever since we were fifteen, and his hair had begun to curl. I was secretly at all of his training practices with the football team.

I wouldn't consider myself a stalker. I was just kind of... obsessed. I had seen him develop from a "good" player to a "great" player throughout those years, and somehow, I was proud of him. It wasn't weird... was it?

However, Harry had had many girlfriends over these three years, but I still held on to him. Once I had fallen for him, there was no turning back. I was stuck and would probably be so forever. I had learned to ignore my feelings in some situations, though, as I mentioned before. It wasn't easy, but after three years of practice, I was kind of good at it.

I only had two lessons with Harry, and one of them was P.E. I got to see his defined abs, his torso, his chest, and his four nipples. The second one was Maths. I adored the concentrated look he would always wear when he struggled with a math problem, and I absolutely loved the crease between his eyebrows, which he wore outside of Maths too.

I plopped down in my chair in the classroom, turning my attention to Mrs. Smith who was writing something on the whiteboard. Just when the bell rang, someone sat down in the chair next to mine. I turned my head only to see it was my best friend, Niall.

"Oh, hi Niall. How come you're late? You're usually never late."

He placed his books down on the desk. "I missed the school bus, so I had to run here," he panted with his Irish accent.

I laughed and turned my attention to Mrs. Smith again.

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After the English lesson, I went to my locker to get rid of my books. I knew very well that the next period was Maths, and I couldn't wait to see Harry's beautiful face again. I looked at where his locker was and saw him once again standing there with the same blonde girl, only this time, they were snogging their faces off each other. I gulped at the sight, almost dropping the pen I was holding, and turned back to face my locker while squeezing my eyes shut.

Don't look that way again, okay?

I happily listened to the little voice in my head and turned around, heading towards the direction of the classroom. On my way there, I pressed my books tightly against my chest and tried to avoid everyone's gazes.

I was openly gay, but there weren't many people who knew about it, so there must be another reason why they were looking at me.

"And where do you think you're going?" Zayn, a player on the football team and one of Harry's friends asked me. He was one of the few people who knew about my sexuality.

He slapped me across my cheek and stared at me with a look of hatred. Zayn was also the only one who actually bullied me at this school. The others usually just ignored me. "Fag," he spat in my face before walking off.

I inhaled a deep breath, trying to forget about him as I continued walking to Maths class. Every time Zayn did something to me I just tried to ignore him, and it had worked for almost two years now.

I sat down in my chair and looked out the window. I was quite early, so I would have to wait for at least ten minutes before class started. I looked around the room and noticed there were two other people there, but of course, Harry wasn't one of them. He was known for arriving late to class.

Ten minutes later, the bell finally rang, and in came a panting Harry. "I'm sorry, I was just..." His husky voice died out as he started walking towards an empty seat. I followed him with my gaze and couldn't help but smile. "Just what?" Mrs. Smith asked firmly. Why was she so hard on him? He wasn't even late.

"Oh, he was just busy snogging his girlfriend's face off!" one of his mates, Ben, shouted so the whole room could hear. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, although I knew he'd been doing just that.

Harry chuckled and sat down beside him. He hit Ben's arm playfully and opened his book to start working.

During the whole class period, I tried to tear my gaze away from Harry, but it wasn't easy, especially not when he burst out laughing for some reason and it was quiet in the room. Of course, my eyes had darted to him involuntarily. His dimples had been prominent, which of course had caused my breath to hitch. I swear, that guy would be the death of me.

Somehow I managed to cope the whole hour without drooling or getting anyone's attention. It was quite surreal because, in the end, it turned out I had stared at him almost the whole time.

I headed back to my locker after the bell rang. I walked right behind Harry, and my heart was racing in my chest. I tried to keep a somewhat normal look on my face, but it was hard. The Harry Styles was walking in front of me. How could I possibly not react to that?

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~P.E~

Of course, we had to play football, which I was so good at. Not. I was happy if I just got the stupid ball rolling when I tried to kick it. But if I managed to do that, I would most likely trip and fall over afterwards.

Mrs. Martin blew her whistle. "Mr. Styles, and Mr. Payne, pick the teams."

I took a deep breath. This would turn out absolutely fantastic. I would probably be picked first. Please note the sarcasm.

"Malik," Harry smiled and hit Zayn playfully on the arm.

"Niall," Liam said. Liam was — just like Zayn — on the football team and one of Harry's best mates. I must say that he was probably the best outfield player. He was the one who scored most of the goals. Niall, on the other hand, didn't play football, but everyone in the class knew he was an amazing player anyway. Every time we played football, Liam and the other players would always beg him to start on the school team, but he always declined for some reason.

Niall patted me on the back before walking over to Liam.

"Ben," Harry said.

This went on until half of our class had been elected to one of the teams. "Louis," Liam said, his eyes locked on me.

My eyes widened in surprise. Had I actually not been picked last? How come? Then it hit me. Liam may be popular, but he had a big heart. He didn't judge anyone. He would rather lose a game than be considered a bully by picking someone who was bad last.

I walked over to him, no one looking at me as I did so. Niall sent me a smile when I stopped beside him. I returned the smile shyly.

We started playing, and as expected, I didn't get the ball. Don't misunderstand me, I was happy I didn't. I didn't want to ruin it for everyone. I just ran and kept staring at the ball as it went from player to player.

When the class was over, I headed towards the locker room to change back to my clothes. I was about to open the door when someone brushed their shoulder against mine, causing me to stumble forward. I didn't fall over, though. I looked up and saw a mop of curls just inches away from me. Even though he wasn't facing me, I could clearly see who it was.

"Sorry," he muttered before picking up his pace and sprinting into the locker room.

I froze in my spot. There was no way Harry Styles just talked to me. He actually talked to me. Well, it was just a word, but still. I felt like I was in heaven.

That was the first time he acknowledged me.

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The first chapter of Invisible! Hope you liked it! I'm so excited to write this story! Follow me on twitter: @ Habitsantidote !! :)

Thank you so much for reading! Love you all .xx

Pauline .xx

Edited by: TailorMade_Rose