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.


2. Styles 01.


"Seriously Harry?"

"Hm?" I finally looked over at Louis.

He gave me an annoyed look.

"Stop staring at Summers over there!"

I growled in annoyance at him.

"Wow. Again Harry?" Zayn grinned.

"Shut up." I glared.

"Leave him alone, lads." Liam laughed putting me in a headlock.

"Yeah. I think it's cute." Niall stretched.

I huffed. Pulling out of Liam's headlock, and putting him in one.

"It would be, if she even fucking acknowledged him." Louis sighed.

My head snapped towards Louis, as I glared at him.

"Don't judge her like that." I frowned.

Louis glanced up at me, and sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just... Annoying." Louis smiled.

"Yeah, seriously Harry. You've been crushing on her, ever since she came here." Zain said.

"It's just sad that she doesn't even know you exist." Niall glanced at me.

"She-She knows I exist!" I argued pathetically.

Liam laughed. "Oh, you mean when she called you Jack?"

"I remember that! That was so fucking funny." Zayn laughed.


We all jumped, at the sound of our angry coach.

"S-Sorry coach!" Zayn hollered back.

We all scrambled up, muttering who was at fault.


"I'm beat." Niall groaned laying on the grass.

"Seriously Harry. How did you get all the way to captain." Liam huffed.

I shrugged kicking the ball between my feet on a steady pace.

"Hey Captain!" I looked up to see coach smiling at me.

He than looked behind me, and at the lads.

His nice look turned into a dark evil look.

"Oi! Payne! Horan! And the rest of you fuckers! Get over here!"

Instantly Niall and Liam were up and next to everyone else.

I shook my head laughing quietly under my breath.

"Alright idiots," Coach clapped, making us roll our eyes.

You see, this is the coaches affection.

"As you know, we've picked our team for the year. And that means a new team photo."

He paused, looking at all of us, before continuing.

"But this year we are doing things a little differently." He continued.

"Instead of a photo, We are going to have a painting from the art class."

And instantly my heart stopped.

" A couple of kids from the advanced art group are going to be coming to start tomorrow." 


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