Crush.

love ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. He's the captain of the football team, she's the top art student. He secretly loves her, she enjoyed his presence. He'd keep her away from every male, she'd encourage him to find a girlfriend. He'd do anything for her, she'd offer a friend's shoulder. Harry is just a boy trying to finish the year off with him meaning something more than "A Friend" to his crush. Carter's just a girl trying to survive with her family by being on the top of the list. It all comes down to friends at one point, right? But what happens when he wants so much more than she can give? He wants her, and won't stop until she's more than a Crush.

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15. Liam 04.

Carters painting.

 

I was lain on my bed, staring  at the celling while brushing my fingers against my lips.

I sighed in bliss. 

Carter kissed me.

I blushed, pulling out last years year book.

I knew I probably seemed like a creepy stalker when I went to Carter's photo.

She was just so beautiful. 

I  ran my fingers over the photo before pulling it out of the book, closing it and putting it back.

 I examined the photo closely, staring at the girl I've been crushing on.

"I-I lo-" I stopped myself taking a deep breath.

"What's that?" Gemma ripped the photo out of my hand. 

"Gemma!" I growled.

"Harry, why do you have a picture of Carter Summers?" Gemma stared at me.

"I-It was in my school album." I replied smoothly.

"I meant why is it in your hand right now?" She raised an eyebrow.

 "That's none of your business I-" 

"Oh my god, you love her, don't you?" Gemma squealed.

"Wha-What?!?" I blushed annoyingly.

"Harry, you love her." Gemma stated.

"N-No I don't." I lied.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I rip it, do you?" Gemma asked mockingly.

My eyes widened. No, that was the only picture of Carter I had.

"No? Okay." Gemma grabbed two ends.

I tackled her, grabbing the photo, and examined it for any damages, before sighing in relief.

"Mum says to hurry up, so we can go to your lovers house." Gemma blinked innocently.

Lover? I wish.

"Get out Gems." I growled. She giggled leaving the room.

I fixed my tie before hiding the photo under my pillow, taking a last look at Carter, before leaving.

~*~

My mum and Carter's mum have been friends for years.

So that's why we got invited to Carter's house where they were throwing a  Christmas party.

And I was nervous as hell. 

Even though our mums have been friends for years, Carter still never payed attention to me.

I remember the first time I saw Carter.

Carter was always closed off, and wouldn't let anyone inside. 

And I was one of the very few people who knew why.

Her parents were never there for her.

It's heartbreaking, to be honest. 

I remember the first time one of Carters pieces got asked to be put in King's College London. She was so happy, and had immediately agreed.

But that wasn't all.

They wanted to give Carter a full scholarship to King's College London. When she accepted, I worked really hard to get into the same college. They finally accepted me with a full scholarship of music. She was worth all the hard work though.

But then the trouble happened.

At the showcase, Carter was very beautiful, and she looked nervous. She would always glance at the door, as if she was waiting for someone to arrive. 

She got a phone call, and it was here parents. They were too busy working to come to Carters first ever showcase. The pain it gave me to watch her face fall, and watch the tears that threatened to fall out of her eyes was overbearing.

They never came to any one of Carters amazing achievements in life. Yet Carter never complained. It amazed me at how beautiful this girl was, inside and outside. I was always there, watching her become something people would dream to become. That's why I could never let her go. She was strong, and beautiful. 

I don't think anyone would let her go.

 

 

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