• Introduction•
( Harry's Pov )
I bumped into the clear glass school doors as I see Louis standing near his girlfriend . Eleanor .
" ow " I said rubbing my head ; blushing .
I had no problem with her at all it's just , she's with my "crush" or to cover up that feeling , I would say " best friend " . I see Louis looking over , laughing with is other friends . Louis is one of those " popular kids " . He used to be one of my closest friends ever . We did everything with each other , we went though ups and downs . I remember when I was 10 ( and he was 12 ) we would kick a soccer ball around on the streets of London . Once Louis kicked the soccer ball so high in the air , it went over an apartment building . I also remember when we would prank all those old people and hide behind bushes so they won't see us .
Let's snap back into reality . As I said he's popular , just because he joined the schools soccer team . He changed . I love him . There I said it . Every time I look into those blue orbs , I melt inside . " hey curly haired boy , why are you checking out my girlfriend ? " I hear a Doncaster accent yell from across the room . I never knew that I was staring at her till now . I got nervous I didn't know what to say, my lips trembling " oh .. Um ... Sorry ." was all I said , in a quiet , hush tone . I was kinda upset that he didn't recognize me . Or cared that I was his . Friend . The one who hung out with him everyday . " whatever " I whisper to myself . Then i felt a tight pull on my backpack making me fall back to the floor . I look up . And I see , the mistake of my life .