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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14. Niall 03.

 

 

 

"It's about time!" Louis exclaimed loudly.

I blushed, as they started talking about it.

"Shut up Louis. It was just a peck." I hissed.

Louis turned towards Niall, a determined look on his face.

"Bet you 20£ that they were making out." 

I pushed Louis of the bleachers, as the lads started laughing.

"Harry." I looked up to see Liam frowning.

"Yeah?" I glanced up at him.

"Look. I know your real happy about this, but... Don't get your hopes up. I don't want her to hurt you." He whispered in my ear.

I nodded, letting his words sink in,  and told the lads I was going home.

I plugged my ear buds in and played music until a certain song came on.

We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know

That these are the days that bind you together, forever
And these little things define you forever, forever 

All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?

It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?

If we're only ever looking back
We will drive ourselves insane
As the friendship goes resentment grows
We will walk our different ways

But those are the days that bind us together, forever
And those little things define us forever, forever

All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?

And I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore
I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore

All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie....

Well, my day was just ruined.

~*~

"No." I almost instantly heard Carter respond.

"Why not?" El whined.

"Because George Shelly is a lot cuter." Carter argued back.

I felt my heart give a small squeeze of pain.

"No! Dylan O'Brien is so much hotter!" El glared.

"He is, but George is cute. I like cute guys." Carter raised her eyebrow.

Should I try to be even cuter?

"But Dylan is cute too! He's sexy." El smirked.

"Fine, he's sexy, but I think George is better. Besides, his voice is amazing." Carter grinned.

I can sing.

"Carter, what do you even like in guys?" El rolled her eyes.

"Well, I like guys who are sweet and romantic. Guys who aren't looking for a relationship with no strings attached. He has to be cute, funny, charming, and romantic. But I'm pretty sure a guy like that doesn't exist. So I don't really care about boys." Carter shrugged.

I can be all that if you gave me a chance. I don't even need anything back, just you.

"Whatever, a guy like that does exist, your just to blind to see him. Even though he's right next to you." Shannon sighed, whispering the last part to herself.

"Shannon shut the hell up." I hissed at her quietly, glad no one else heard her.

"Fucking admit it Harry. You love her, and your just to scared to tell her." Shannon glared.

"You know nothing!" I quietly shot back.

"But, that's the thing- I do."

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