It all started one rainy afternoon in the library. You were quietly reading by the window when he suddenly appeared, shaking the water from his hair. Everyone else would’ve gasped at the sight of him—Gabriel, the heartthrob, the boy everyone wanted to be near. But instead, he walked straight toward you.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked gently, his smile enough to make your cheeks heat.
You shook your head, hugging your book a little tighter. He sat beside you, tilting his head curiously. “You’re always here… I like that.”
That one moment turned into little stolen moments—him sneaking into the library just to sit beside you, folding little notes into paper stars, brushing his hand against yours when nobody was looking. He teased you for being shy, but you always caught the way his eyes softened only for you.
One night, after walking you home, he stopped under the streetlight. His voice was low, nervous. “I like you. Not the way everyone else does. I like you.”
Your heart jumped, your face warm as you whispered back, “I… like you too.”
From then on, you became his secret girlfriend. To the world, he was the untouchable heartthrob. But behind closed doors, he was just Gabriel—the boy who texted you “good morning, love” every day, who gave you his hoodie when you were cold, who kissed your hand and made you promise not to ever doubt him.
Months later…
Your secret love had only grown sweeter. Gabriel always found ways to make you feel special, even in the smallest things. After practice, he’d sprint up to the rooftop where you waited, holding your favorite snack like a trophy.
He’d flop beside you, hair damp, pretending to pout. “I ran all the way here, you better reward me with a smile.” You’d giggle shyly, and he’d lean closer, whispering, “There it is. My favorite.”
At lunch, he’d sneak extra food onto your tray, sliding you his juice box with a sticky note:
For my love.
In class, he’d doodle little hearts and silly cartoons of the two of you, slipping them into your notebook so you’d smile when the teacher wasn’t looking.
Sometimes, Gabriel would insist on tutoring you, even if he got distracted halfway. “Okay, focus. Math first, cuddles later,” he’d say, only to wrap his arms around you minutes later, laughing as you tried to push him away, cheeks red. “What? This helps me concentrate.”
Behind the bleachers, he’d hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You know,” he murmured softly, “you’re the best part of my day. Always.”
You’d cover your face, shy and red, which only made him chuckle before showering you with forehead kisses.
There were jealous moments too—when Gabriel caught someone else trying to talk to you. He’d stay cool in front of everyone, but later he’d pout dramatically, leaning against you.
“Do they have to talk to you that much? I’m the only one who gets to see you blush, got it?” His sulky face always made you laugh, and you’d hug him tight, whispering, “Silly. I’m yours.”
One rainy afternoon, you shared his umbrella, pressed so close your shoulders touched. He leaned down, teasing, “See? Perfect fit. Like we were made for this.” You had to hide your burning cheeks in his chest, which only made him grin wider.
And one quiet night, as you sat together under the stars, Gabriel held your hand tightly and whispered, “Everyone thinks I belong to the world… but really, I only belong to you.”
You smiled shyly, pressing your face against his chest. “And I’ll always be yours.”
In that little secret world you built together—between rooftops, libraries, rainy sidewalks, and stolen kisses—love bloomed quietly, softly, endlessly. Sweet enough to make every moment feel like forever.