We were best friends since we were 6 years old, we did everything together, and we told each other everything. Yes, thats right best friends with the non-other Harry Styles. Yes, THE Harry Edward Styles. I have been in love with him since the age of 14 and now we are 16. It has been two years and I have never ever told him how I felt about him since I haven't had the courage to do so.
My name is Larissa Jean Belle, or Riss for short since that was what everyone seemed to call me these days.
“Riss! Come down stairs, Harry is here!” my mum shouted from downstairs, I put down my book that I was reading. I hated how people would always interrupt me when I was reading, I walked down stairs where Harry was standing he gave me a smile and his eyes; it would just make your heart melt.
“Whats up bookworm?” He gave me a wassup nod as his perfect eyebrows raised up at the same time.
“You’re such an ass Harry, I am not a bookworm!” I went to push him as we both laughed
“Oh is that so? What book are you reading?” He asked
“Tomorrow When The War Began.” I replied
“What Chapter?” he questioned me yet again.
“Um, 22. Yeah 22.” He looked at me like I was a freak; he then gave me his cheeky smile and laughed. “What’s wrong hazza? Cat got your tongue?” I teased
“I wish…” he winked
“HEY!” I smacked him on the arm, we both laughed
“What was that for?!” He smiled
“Why are you asking me? You know yourself what that was for!” I smiled and nodded my head left from right.
I looked down and I saw his school bag in the corner near the front door. I had stayed home from school for nearly 2 weeks since I had been bullied by the people at my school. People would always find a way to pick on me. I went from popular to the most hated girl at school, but bullying happened to everyone.
The words that everyone had called me had got to me. They started a rumour about me how I had sex with several guys at a party which is completely false, I’m still a virgin and proud and I don’t like parties. I felt like I just wanted to break down.
"So let’s get started on our studying sesh shall we?” I said as we both walked upstairs to my room.
Harry got his bag and swinged it on his shoulder and followed behind.
We both sat down at my desk since Harry needed help with his English homework because he was failing that subject and was not the best.
“You ok?” he asked me
“Not really. I have been on facebook and all the mean, nasty things people are posting on my wall….” Then in an instant, I just broke down and started crying, I was a mess. “I’m sorry…”
Harry had placed his arm around me and pulled me close.
“Don’t listen to them, I know it’s not true and you are simply beautiful just the way you are.” He rubbed his hand gently across my back. He was comforting and easy to talk to. Harry was the most popular boy in school. So the saying "Curls gets the girls" must be true.
“Riss, why don’t you deactivate your account so you don’t have to look at the negative things again?” Harry suggested.
“I can’t” I said softly.
“And why not? He asked
“Because…Because I just don’t.” I didn’t want to tell him that I stalked his page to look at him either.
“Please?... Do it for me?” Harry asked, who could say no to that sexy voice? I mean, who could say no to Harry?
“OK FINE!” I said as he removed his arm from around me.
I got my laptop out and logged onto facebook and I had over 50+ notifications. I didn’t bother clicking on it because it would make it much worse besides, Harry was watching me.
I had finally deactivated my account, but Harry also made me deactivate my twitter account since I had people from school on it. He got a tissue from the tissue box from the side of my desk and wiped away my tears.
I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It was like a thunderbolt had hit me. “Anyway we should get back to our studying.” He broke the 5 second silence,
“Oh of course.” I looked away and got the pen in my hand and smiled gracefully.
