Invisible chapter 1 part 1

original story written by  Larrys_Girl 

I slammed my locker shut, and turned my head slightly to the left. I rolled my eyes at the sight of Harry’s hands on either side of a blond girl’s head. His body was pressed against hers so she was practically glued to the locker, and a wide smile was playing on his lips. I’d been good at ignoring my feelings for Harry, but I couldn’t help but sigh every time a saw him with a girl.
I turned around and walked to my English class. Would Harry ever have enough time to notice me? Well, of course, he had all the girls at school. He could choose whomever he wanted, because everyone here loved him, including some of the guys. Not only that but he was also captain of the school’s football team. He was the best player among them, even though he was the goalkeeper.

But even if he could have all the girls, he wasn’t with a different one every night… okay, maybe more than what most other guys were, but it was like he “dated” a girl for about a month, then he realized she wasn’t the one he was looking for and moved onto the next one.
It was just that Harry wasn’t bi or gay, he was as straight as a ruler, so I could never have him. But I couldn’t help but wonder if Harry would actually like me if he only knew who I was. There was another problem though, I was a outcast. I was with the school’s “nerds” and was kind of one myself. That was another reason as to why Harry would never like me, since he was the school’s most popular guy. None of those things changed that fact that I was in love with him. I had been for almost three years ever since we were fifteen, and his hair had begun to curl. I was secretly at all of his training practices with the football team, and no, please don’t call me a stalker, I was just kind of… obsessed. I’d seen him develop from a “good” player to a “great” player throughout those years, and somehow, I was proud of him. Please don’t call me weird. I’m not, okay…?

However, Harry had had many girlfriends during these three years but I still held on to him. Once I had decided to fall for him, there was no turning back. I was stuck and would probably be so forever, I’d learned to ignore my feelings in some situation though, like I mentioned before. It wasn’t easy, but after three years of practice, I was kind of good at it. 
I only had two lessons with Harry, and one of them was P.E., which I was so happy about. I got to see his perfect abs, his torso, his chest, his four nipples…heh. The second one was Math, I kind of adored the concentrated look he would always wear when he struggled with a math problem, and I absolutely loved the wrinkle between his eyebrows, which he wore outside of Math too.

I plopped down in my chair in the classroom, turning my attention to Mrs. Smith who was writing something on the whiteboard. Just when the bell was about to ring, someone sat down in the chair next to mine. I turned my head only to see it was my best friend, Niall.
“Oh, hi Niall. How come you’re late, you’re usually never late?”
He slammed his books down on the desk. “eh, I m-missed the school bus, so I h-had to run here,” he panted with his Irish accent.
I laughed, shaking my head, and turning my attention to Mrs. Smith again.