Ten

Juniors

February 1, 2019; Louis

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Harry Styles has not left my mind once in what seems like forever, and it seems like he's not going to today.

z-daWG: Harry's here.

z-daWG: I repeat, Louis:: HARRY IS HERE.

Louis: what?????

z-daWG: u heard me.

Louis: omw

Zayn's text came right as I woke up, but there was no time to spare in writing out actual words to anyone. I ran into the shower, threw on random clothes, grabbed a bag of candy from the fridge that my mom keeps 'hidden' from the girls, and kissed said mother goodbye before speeding to school.

I arrive around a half hour before first hour starts, but it'll all be worth it if Harry Styles actually attended school on his birthday this year. I basically sprint from the parking lot into the cafeteria where I knew Zayn would be.

"Where is he?" I ask him frantically.

"Over there, on his phone," Zayn points, not looking up from his own cell. I drop my bag after pulling out the candy bag and make my way over to his otherwise empty table.

I sit across from Harry, pulling his attention to me rather than his phone, which he sets on the table. I slide the bag over to him silently.

"Oh," is all he says.

"Hey," I start, but suddenly, there's close to fifteen people surrounding the table and singing Harry happy birthday.

I awkwardly join in, not making eye contact with anyone for fear of questioning.

Once they're done and each individual is giving Harry their gifts and well-wishing, I sneak away from the table and back to Zayn. I figure Harry won't miss me anyway. Of course he won't.

At lunch, Zayn tries to convince me to go over to Harry's table and tell him happy birthday.

"Luke and Ash are over there too, c'mon, it's not that awkward!"

"Zayn, yes, it is! He's with all of his friends and he's at school for the first time on his birthday since, what, eighth grade? I'm not ruining that. I'll find another time to tell him," I tell him, and that's that.

And I do try to find time to tell him. Whenever I see him in the hallway I try to stop him, but he's always accompanied by some theater person or another. It's quite annoying, really. Who needs that many friends?

I've given up by the end of the day. I sit in my car, very dejected, and the weather outside definitely matches how I'm feeling. Heavy rain. As I'm about to pull out, though, I see a certain curly-haired boy walk out of the school doors and begin what I know to be the twenty minute walk to our neighborhood. A plan forms in my mind quickly, and takes action a few seconds later when I'm able to catch his attention and pull over to the side near him.

"Something tells me someone with such amazing hair wouldn't want it to get wet," I say, smiling through the rolled down window. It's an invitation and an olive branch.

He opens the car, thankfully, and hops inside. After shaking his hair out a bit he asks me, "do you tend to make picking up boys with awesome hair a daily thing, or is it more weekly."

"Bi-weekly, thank you very much," I joke back, and we exchange smiles. It's quite nice to just ignore the awkward tension between us.

"When did you get a car?" He asks after a few silent minutes.

"For my birthday."

He's quiet for a bit. I wonder if he even remembers the date of my birthday. I wonder if he remembers not doing anything for it that day.

"Ah," Harry says instead of literally anything else.

"Mhm..." I add awkwardly. "Uh, speaking of birthdays, happy birthday."

Harry smiles, looking at his hands laying in his lap. "Oh, thank you. You too."

"Hm? It's not my birthday."

"I know. I just, I don't think I got you anything for yours this year."

Yeah, you didn't. "Oh, really? I didn't really notice, guess you've been let off the hook this time." And soon after I've made that awkward comment I'm pulling into Harry's driveway.

"Well, thanks for the ride, Lou.. Louis," Harry corrects himself, adding "hope it wasn't too far out of the way for you."

I wave my hand at him as he opens the door and takes his bag out. "Not a problem. I'll, uh, I'll see you around, Haz."

And I don't even bother correcting myself.

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