I smiled as I walked inside the school building once again. It had been too long since the last time I saw him - two days, if I remembered correctly. It wasn't like I was a stalker or something, but his smile just seemed to bright up my days. Just seeing him made me smile unconsciously like an idiot. Without him, my days would be dull and colourless.

It might be cheesy, but it was true. I might be able to live without him, but I wouldn't be able to live to the fullest.

You might be wondering who he was, or you might already know. Just in case you haven't, he was Harry Edward Styles. The man that I had been crushing on for the last--what--almost six years.

It was the second week after Christmas break, and I was on my third year of high school and he was on his first year. So yeah, I've been crushing on him since I was back in sixth grade, which was 'a lot of dedication,' my friend, Niall, said.

Harry Styles and I had talked. Actually, not really. He just helped me with some things and that one moment had me weak on the knees every time I saw him. It was the reason how this small crush of mine started, actually.

I was walking to my house as usual, doing nothing but eating my piece of apple that I hadn't eaten. Suddenly, some guys walked to me and shouted, "Hey, you fag! Give me your money!"

I didn't recognize the boys, but I knew they were from my school because of their uniforms. As I was about to grab some pocket money my mum gave me, suddenly the one and only, Harry Styles, came to the rescue.

"You, three! Leave the guy alone, or else," he threatened with a glare.

Of course, I didn't know his name at the time, but I later learned about him. He also got those bullies kicked out so easily.

"Hey, Lou! Daydreaming about Harry again?" an Irish accent was heard by me, waking me up from my daydream zone and made me realize that I was in fact still in school.

I was already near my locker so I took my stuff before replying to him, sighing dreamily. "Yeah, Ni. He's just so perfect. I mean, he's sweet, and brave, and handsome--he's literally perfection!"

Niall rolled his eyes, but couldn't help his smile. "You know, you should really make a move this year. It's our last year, then we'll be graduating. You don't want to spend your life regretting not talking to him, right? Invite him to prom or something. Speaking of prom, it's only in around three months," he said as we walked to the lockers.

I sighed, now feeling a bit down. "Ni, don't ruin my day like that. I want to talk to him, I really do, but how?" I asked, but the question was more targeted towards myself.

Then, Niall replied, "Just come up to him and say hello. Everything will go smoothly after that--probably," while chewing on his chips.

I rolled my eyes. "It won't. I can't just come up to him and say that I want to be friends with him. That would seem to suspicious," I said. But really, it sounded more like I was convincing myself that I couldn't talk to him at all.

"Okay, whatever, Lou. But if you regret that you never talked to your crush of five years in the future, then don't blame me." Niall shrugged with a careless expression. "Oh, and here's your birthday present." He handed a box wrapped in green paper for me.

Yeah, my birthday was in 24 December and we had Christmas break back then. Niall went back to his hometown in Ireland.

The bell rang, indicating that class was starting in five minutes.

"Bye, Lou. I need to go," Niall said. He waved at me after throwing his bag of chips to the bin. Wow, he finished it quickly.

I ripped open the wrapping paper and then the box. Inside was a pair of shoes. Now, I truly wonder how Niall's mind work sometimes.

Why would he buy me a pair of shoes? I've got tons at home. But as I had said before, Niall's mind was kind of questionable, especially with those unhealthy foods he had been eating.

Then, I spotted a writing there. "You better use these tomorrow," was written in the box.

I threw the wrapping paper into the bin and closed the box once again.

As I walked to class, I thought about it. Surely, I couldn't just come up to Harry saying, "Hey, Harry. I'm Louis and I've been having a crush on you since the last five years. Do you wanna go out sometime? Like, to the beach or something? And have some hot make-out session in there? Oh, and can I have your number?"

Huh, definitely not. If I was lucky, Harry would just ignore me. If I wasn't, Harry would probably kick me out of school.

I entered my classroom. It was still the same as it was back then. I smiled to myself as I walked to the back-right seat. I liked the location, it was near the window.

I opened my book that was specialized for my fanfictions. Well, I wouldn't say fanfictions considering Harry wasn't exactly a celebrity, but you get what I meant. The book was full of my one-shots with Harry.

Upon reading this book, Niall made a ship name for us. The ship name was Larry Stylinson. I asked him, "What about our middle names?" He said he'd think about it later, but for now it was perfect that way.

I wondered what I should write today. Everything that I ever write in there was fluff and stuff. There was nothing inappropriate at all, not even the littlest bit of cussing. I would rate it PG. Everything inappropriate was in my imagination, because I couldn't let anyone know all the dreams about Harry and I doing... stuffs...

Soon enough, class started, but I was certain that Harry hadn't even stepped a foot on the building and I was getting worried. How did I know he hadn't entered the building at all? I just did. We had this connection, we were inseparable, after all - even the gods above couldn't separate us.

Okay, I might be just imagining things. I was getting a bit worried, though. In an attempt to calm myself down, I started to write down on my Larry Stylinson book.

"Would you go to prom with me?" Harry asks nervously. Harry is still afraid of rejection even though he and Louis have been dating for three years. After all, it's what true love does to you--it makes you blind, and every day you spend with your partner feels brand new and just makes you feel so lucky.

That's what Louis and Harry feel everytime they see each other. They feel lucky that they have one another.

"Of course, I do, you idiot! I'm your boyfriend!" Louis grins like a madman. "I'm your boyfriend," he repeats in a smaller voice, not louder than a whisper.

For a second, Harry is a bit scared of what is happening, but then Louis' face breaks into a grin and Harry smiles also. Apparently, Louis was just reminding himself about how lucky he is to have someone as amazing as Harry as a boyfriend.

Suddenly, the door opened and my head snapped up. I knew who it was without looking, and the guy hadn't even speak anything yet. I could just tell from hearing his breathing. I told you we had a connection.

After a few seconds of the class being quiet and just watching Harry trying to catch his breath, Harry finally spoke, "I'm sorry to disturb your lesson, miss, but Mrs. White told me to join your class because I cannot join tomorrow's class."

Ms. White just sighed and told him to sit down. Yes, Harry was two years lower than me, but he was extremely good at Science. Besides, I really didn't mind the nice view.

Then, I noticed there were only two seats left. In the front next to a random blonde girl, and next to myself.

I really wished for a miracle to happen, for him to sit next to me. Unsurprisingly, my wishes weren't granted. I was much too hopeful. Harry sat in front of the class, not even glancing at the empty chair beside me.

Harry probably didn't realize there was another chair, or he just really liked sitting at the front of the class. I wasn't so sure. I wasn't a stalker, I didn't know anything apart from his name.

I really need to make a move. He didn't recognize me at all. But, the real question was, how?

I thought I had done a lot of failed attempts to get Harry to notice me, like getting good scores. I was a straight A student. Not because I studied, but I had that ability to remember everything I saw, so I just copied everything out of my mind.

However, he never noticed me.

I sighed as I write down some other random stuff in my Larry book.

I really wished a miracle would happen. Like, a teacher making us work together for a project or something. Or perhaps he somehow noticed me.

Yeah, right.

The day went on like that, and I just couldn't take it. Niall was busy studying for his Science test and didn't have time for my unnecessary worries, as he had said it.

Huh, weird teachers. Giving tests and quizzes on the second week after a long break.

Once school officially ended, I went out of my class. I was upset. Why couldn't I just grow some guts to come up to Harry and say that I wanted to be his friend? It sounded harmless, but it was so hard to do.

I'm such a coward, I thought as I packed up my things. The box of the shoes that Niall gave me was ripped somehow, and I had to carry the shoes with my own hands which wasn't that much of a problem.

As I walked down the stairs, the shoe somehow fell off of my hand. Unfortunately, it was unnoticed by me, so I went on like nothing happened.

When I got home, I put the shoe on my rack.

"Something feels weird. It seems a bit... off," I said aloud.

Then, I noticed the shoe lost its pair.

Niall is so going to kill me.

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