Masked

I’ve always been Harry Styles’ spectator-one of those people who’d cheer him during every football game. Unlike Harry’s friends, I wasn’t popular, or even close to charming. Sure, I was funny and I made everybody laugh, but popularity? That’s Harry’s forte, not mine. Nevertheless, Harry Styles and I met, during one of the football games.

BAM!!! Niall, Harry’s teammate kicked the ball so hard that it flew up above the clouds and landed on the topmost part of the bleachers where Liam, who is my genius friend, and I were sitting.

“Woah,” Liam said.

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed, picking up the ball. “HEY Y’ ALL HERE COMES THE BALL!!!”

I ran to an open space and kicked the ball as hard as I could. Surprisingly, it ended up where I wanted it to be. I went back to Liam and sat down.

“Nice kick,” Liam said with a friendly smile.

“You’re too nice,” I responded, thinking that he was being too nice.

The game ended 45 minutes later. I picked up my bag and prepared to take the long way home on my bike. Liam lived on the other side of town, so he just sat on the bleachers, texting his mom.

“Bye Liam!” I said with a smile.

“Bye!!!” He responded waving at me. “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, see you.”

I walked across the field slowly, counting each of my footsteps. Seemingly sociable as I was, I was pretty much alone whenever Liam left. Suddenly, I heard the autumn leaves rustling.

“Hey,” a husky voice behind me said.

I turned, coming face to face with the Harry Styles. “Oh hi, Harry.”

“Nice shot, bro.” He smiled that irresistible dimpled smile girls always fell for.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling back.

“Have I seen you around before?”

“Oh, we go to the same school. But otherwise, I’m just the spectator.”

“What’s your name?”

“Louis. Louis Tomlinson.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Louis.”

“Same here.”

“Wait,” Harry said as I turned to leave. He handed me a piece of paper with a number. “Anytime you want to talk, just dial the number.”

One day, when Liam had already left and it was too stormy for me to bike back home, I picked up my phone and composed a message.

Hey Harry, this is Louis. :)

He responded quickly.

You can call me if you wanna talk or somethin’

I smiled at the text before composing a quick text.

Kk :)

I called him, and that was the day I realized that we had so much in common. We had so much fun that hours seemed like seconds, flying by faster than ever. I didn’t even notice that the rain stopped until Harry asked me if I was home yet.

“Are you in your house?”

“I ride the bike from the house to school then back again so I’m waiting for the rain to stop.”

“Is it still raining?”

I looked up at the dark sky of 6 PM. The sky was clear, with a slight orange glow to it.

“Never mind, Harry, I have to go home.”

I ended the phone call, but I didn’t end our connection. As a matter of fact, Harry Styles and I became unimaginably close-and to think, I was only the spectator.

Notes

I don't know how to continue the other stories I posted here, but here's a little something I was working on while I was gone. Enjoy~ xx