Desire

The first time I saw him was... unusual.

He seemed like a bad boy, the way he dressed. His white t-shirt was torn at the bottom, his black jeans ripped, his curly-brown hair sticking up and flying in different directions. I bit my bottom lip in curiosity.

"Grace. Wake up." Lydia snapped her fingers in my face. I was hanging out with my best friend, Lydia, sitting in front of Marley's Café.

"What?" I asked.

"Were you even listening to me?" Lydia spat.

"Not... really." I told her.

"Then what were you doing?" she questioned.

"Nothing, I... just blanked out." I replied, moving my eyes back to the guy.

Lydia decided to turn around to see what I kept glancing at, and she saw him.

"Were you checking him out?" Lydia whispered.

"Um... no?" I said.

"Liar. You were!" Lydia playfully hit me on the shoulder.

"Shut up." I hissed. Lydia laughed.

"I know him." Lydia whispered.

"How?" I asked.

"His name's Harry. Harry Styles. He's a junior at our school, and a British boy..." Lydia told me while she smiled.

"How do you know him?" I wondered.

"We're in Photography class together." Lydia told me.

"He likes photography?" I questioned.

"He loves it." Lydia whispered.

"Huh." I pondered, glancing at his figure again.

"I can introduce you to him at school." Lydia said.

"Really? But how are you gonna, like..." I questioned.

"Okay. Okay. Here's what I think you should do," Lydia whispered. "Tomorrow, cut your 6th period class, come to my 6th period Photography class, and tell the teacher you're helping me with my project this week so you don't get in trouble for skipping."

"How am I gonna get to talk to Harry though?" I asked.

"It'll work out. I always talk to him anyways. He's kind of a loner, but I'm one of his friends." Lydia stated.

"Okay. I'll do it." I said. Lydia nodded.

"What is he doing now?" Lydia whispered. I looked over at him.

"He's... just leaning against a pole." I replied.

"Huh." Lydia breathed.

I didn't even know Harry at all, let alone seen him before. I felt strange and diluted. Like, you know when you get that feeling that something happens for a reason? Or when you see something for the first time and you feel like you were the only person meant to see it? That's how it was with Harry. He seemed... mysterious. He seemed... not very outspoken. But I liked it. He was for sure a loner like Lydia had told me, but I liked it. I actually liked it. I actually liked the fact that he was not into being friends with tons of people. I liked how he seemed to focus on himself more and not care what people thought about him. I don't know. I guess it's all an apparition in my mind... for now.

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