Gym class. Holy fuck.
I'm an open homosexual, gym class should be a chance to check out the hot guys. I should love watching them get changed, to have them bang into me during netball, to have them jumping on me and grabbing my ass in rugby.
But my gay hopes were nearly always dashed by the over towering figure of Liam Payne giving me a look that clearly said 'Fuck You Niall Horan'
Now, Liam was in my year and let's just say he had a beautiful way with words and a rather colorful vocabulary.
Looking for a homophobic twat who has the collective IQ of a goldfish and will exploit you through social media?
Look no further.
The amount of homophobic, gay-bashing rants he's put on Facebook has lead me to totally block him. I wish I could do that with life.
Gym class is the worst...
With him constantly whispering threats down my ear, and turning all the guys to think I have 'cooties' (which I previously thought I totally got rid of in third grade.)
The girls may have all wanted me to be their 'gay best friend but the guys avoided me in fear that my 'gayness' was contagious.
All the boys except Harry...
Harry wasn't like that
Even though he was classed as an overall bad-ass, he knew where the line was and never crossed it.
Talk about an ugly ex behind their back? Of Course.
Make their life hell by turning the school against them? Hell no.
In a way, he was my hero.
He was the one who had the courage to tell Liam to stop.
Harry Styles saved me from endless torture. And for that, I fell for him. Hard.
Thank god for Harry Styles,
The Barbie to my Ken,
The Jack to my Rose,
The Christian to my Anastasia,
The Yin to my Yang,
He completed me
...But I wasn't even sure he knew I existed
A/N: Holy shit guys! First chapter done! Comments are greatly appreciated. - Caitlin x