Who could deny these butterflies?
That s preposterous! Why would I take an interest in him?
I chuckled to myself slightly, thinking about my obliviousness to my own feelings. Here I am, 2 years later, merely 15. Still oblivious to my own feelings. I lay on my bed, tears pouring down.
Deep inside I knew why I was in this state.
Him.
It s always been him. The way he would flip his curly hair our of his face. The way he would laugh at everything, even if he didn t understand it.
The way he would just smile, and all my problems would immediately disappear.
The way he was Harry.
Harry Edward Styles.
I loved him, that I was most definitely sure of. We hadn t talked in a week, which felt like a couple dozen months, considering he was my best mate. I had seen him, but I had not heard from him, my other friends had heard from him, but not me, not his best friend. I guess you could say the word jealousy could sum up just about everything I was feeling at the moment, although I was feeling rather parched - not the point. I wasn t just jealous of my friends. I was jealous of her.
She was absolutely perfect, blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, athletic, intelligent, curves in all the right places, and she was popular to top it all off.
I on the other hand was the complete opposite.
Un-perfect.
My brown roots were showing at the top of my dyed blonde hair, which was to the bottom of my boob, my eyes were an odd shade of green, sport just weren t my thing, the ball would always find a way to collide with my face. I wasn t stupid I just wasn t - smart. Oh, and to top it all of, I wasn t popular. I mean I had friends, lots of friends, I just didn t associate with the kind of people she did.
Meagan, darling you re going to be late for school if you don t start getting ready now! My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Ugh.
I trudged out of bed making my way to the bathroom, examining the time before I entered.
8;06 AM.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and turned on my straightener.
About an hour and a half later I was dressed, I my blue skinny jeans, a white tank top, a lime Jack Wills zip-up hoodie, beige Moccasins, with mix-matched socks. My hair was stick straight, I wore cover-up to hide my acne, mascara, and a dab of clear lip gloss. Presentable. I thought to myself. _
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