My day had been very boring to say the least. My friend, Liam, wasn't present and I had no idea where he was. He hadn't been present ever since the first day after the break and my mother wouldn't tell me why he wasn't in.

I was starting to wonder if he ditched me and moved schools. I wouldn't blame him. After all, I had always been so focused in studying-my mother had always wanted me to have A's in everything, and I almost managed to do that in every subject except one. Math.

Back to the matter at hand, it wouldn't be surprising if Liam moved schools. I bet that Zayn guy was much more interesting than me. I didn't like him too much, though. I've seen him bully some people in his school which was why I wouldn't accept him in mine.

I had some suspection that Liam was actually dating Zayn. They were so clingy and cuddly to each other, after all, and sometimes I felt like I was just third-wheeling them or something.

Poor me.

So these days, I was alone. Single and alone. I didn't have a girlfriend, or a boy friend, or even a best friend.

Again, poor me.

I did have a stalker, though. His name was Louis Tomlinson, and he was two years older than me. How did I know this? Well, I just needed to know who my stalker was, in case he did something bad to me.

I had a feeling he wouldn't do anything bad, though. Not to me, at least.

Louis started stalking me when I was in fourth grade. I remembered the first time I saw him was when I saved him from those bullies, but I didn't think too much of it. I surely didn't expect him to stare at me every chance he got.

I didn't really enjoy attention, that was why I preferred to sit alone, or with Liam, at lunch. If I sat with the jocks, and they had asked me to a lot of times, they would expect me to speak, and if I spoke, all the attention would be on me. I didn't like that, I didn't want that.

The only attention I used to wish that I had was from my father. He left my mother when I told him that I was gay. Too bad, he was a nice, decent guy. But that was the past, I no longer needed any attention from him. My mum was enough, and this attention from this weird Louis guy was more than enough.

I actually still wasn't sure if his name was pronounced Louis, or Lewis, but I'd stick with Louis because it sounded cuter and matched his personality more. When he wasn't busy watching my ever move, he'd be talking and giggling with his friend, the Irish person, was his name Neil? By the way, he'd look really cute and childish.

I wasn't staring at him, I swear, but I just thought it would be nice to see how my stalker was doing, wouldn't it? After all, it wouldn't be fair if he was the only one that could watch me all day, and I couldn't stare at him at all. Not that I was staring, anyways.

Ugh, I'm going around in circles.

The bell rang and I couldn't be happier. I quickly put all my pens and pencils into my pencil case. As I counted my things, I noticed something missing. My eraser.

I looked around and finally found my white, small eraser. Near it was a paper that seemed to have fallen off of a book, but I could be wrong. I picked up the paper, and I really didn't mean to snoop, but I saw the title writen in capital letters.

"Larry Stylinson"

I didn't know what a Larry Stylinson was, but I knew for sure it wasn't a scientific name of an animal nor a plant. I remembered most of them and nothing was a Larry.

But oddly, the name seemed very familiar. I shook my thoughts aside and slipped the paper inside my book. I'd read it later. For now, I just wanted to go home and sleep. Do something relaxing.

I walked down the stairs and was surprised to find a shoe. Yes, a shoe, just one shoe. I would use the shoe, but it was very small, and I knew for sure that it didn't fit me. Oh, the weird things that I found today.

I brought the shoe with me and slowly walked downstairs, then outside.

When I arrived home, I ran to my room after taking off my shoes. I closed the door and turned on the AC. Then, I put my bag on my chair and laid down on the bed.

I needed a nap. I was tired from all of this. By this, I meant my best friend no longer caring about me. The only things that was stuck in my mind all day were Liam, Louis, and algebra.

So, I took a nap.

The next day, I brought the small shoe with me. Liam was present, but I kept ignoring him. I didn't want to talk to him at the time. He was absent yesterday and didn't tell me anything, but now he wanted me to go talk to him like he didn't just ignore me for a whole day? He didn't even text me.

Liam had been trying to talk to me. He even tapped my shoulder a few times, but I flipped him off and walked away. I was rude, yes, but he was getting on my nerves.

First, he ignored me a whole day, doing God-knows-what. Maybe he was doing stuff with his Boyfriend, Zayn. And now he was back and trying to get me to talk to him. Maybe he was just going to talk about how good Zayn was in bed, and I wasn't interested in that.

Actually, I was much more interested in the paper that had Larry Stylinson as a title, and was still inbetween the pages of my Science book. I made sure that no one was inside the classroom before unfolded the paper.

"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.

And that was it. It ended there, and it surprised me so much. I had to blink a few times before actually realizing the meaning of what was written in that innocent piece of paper.

I finally got what it meant. Larry Stylinson. Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. How creative, I thought. I wondered who made the . On the bottom of the page was also written, H+L, and the number 28.

It made me start to wonder, how big of a crush did this guy had for me? It seemed that there were many more of this. Perhaps the 28 meant pages, or maybe it was a date? I wouldn't know, but I knew for sure that the one who wrote this was in fact, the one and only, Louis Tomlinson.

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of two people talking, and I recognized those voices very well. It was Niall and Louis. Soon, they entered the classroom, and I could see that Niall was genuinely hurt by the looks of his face.

I managed to hear what they said.

"I didn't mean to, Ni! I lost the other pair. I don't know where I left it," Louis said in his angelic voice--wait, did I just think that?

Niall rolled his eyes. "Well, you should've taken better care of it. It costed a lot, you know? I mean, I'm sure you've got tons of those kind of shoes at home, but this one is from me. Me, your best friend forever, Lou."

Niall, then, walked away from Louis. Louis sighed as if they had been repeating this cycle a lot, or maybe he had pictured it in his mind to be like this, so he wasn't surprised.

I was, though. I was very much surprised. Were they talking about that shoe I found on the stairs yesterday? Wow, that was such a coincidence.

Now, the only problem was, how to give it back to Louis? Should I just come up to him and say that I found his shoe? I could do that, yeah, but I couldn't really predict what he would do.

After, he was the stalker, not me. He might faint, or run away, or just become a blushing mess. I'd prefer it if he did the third one, but I wouldn't know. I didn't know him that much. I only found that he was pretty cute, and apparently he shipped himself with me.

Interesting boy.

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