"Get me out of here Louis!" He yells, twisting his body around, trying to slip from the tape holding his hands and feet. Louis rolls his eyes and slams the shed door, leaning against it. Harry smirks at him, grabbing onto Louis' ripped shirt.
"Fuck...
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"Niall. You snitch," Louis groans, Niall leans against the locker and crosses his arms.
"I have a right. I get to talk about traumatizing experiences," Niall explains, Liam is still teasing Harry behind him.
"We knew you two had something," Liam snickers, pinching Harrys hip.
"There wasn't anything until last night," Harry says, pinching Liam back, "now leave me alone you asshat."
Louis smiles at Harry, "this is our business anyway. Where is Zayn?" Louis asks, looking around the crowded halls.
"He went to go hang out with this girl he's been talking to," Liam says, his mouth forming into a thin line. Harry whips his head towards Liam, his mouth dropping open.
"Wait, you two aren't?" Harry asks, confusion taking over all his features.
"No," Liam frowns, "I'm not telling him anything. I'm a free bird right now. Plus I don't want to ruin our friendship, that would suck."
Harry laughs loudly, slapping a hand over his mouth after we all look at him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh. But that man def is a little fruity for you," Harry says, Louis and Niall nod in agreement, "anywhore, what's her name?"
"I have no idea. I think it's like Cameron or something," Liam answers, "I'm going to go find him."
Liam wanders off, disappearing into the sea of kids. "I've got to get to Algebra early, I decided looking up what every tarot card meant was a better choice. Fucking adhd medication," Niall mutters, slipping away from Louis and Harry.
"Damn, all of our friends just ditched us," Louis says, he turns to Harry. Harry blushes, taking a step towards him. Louis blushes, his cheeks turning a deep pink.
They both start talking at the same time. "No you go," Harry says, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Uh. How are you? Did you sleep good?" Louis asks, his eyes traveling down to Harrys lips.
"Eyes up here, Tomlinson. I slept great," Harry teases, he reaches out to touch Louis' face, Louis jerks away, his eyes widening.
"I'm sorry," Louis says, "you know everyone here knows El."
"Louis. We act like this regardless, plus no one knows," Harry reassures, Louis relaxes a little, looking around the hall. Everyone is talking or walking, no one paying a sliver of attention to them.
"Here," Harry says, he grabs Harrys arm and leads him into the crowd. Louis follows aimlessly, bumping into someone every now and then. Harry runs them outside, the heat already overwhelming Louis.
"Harry. Well be late for first period," Louis whines, Harry walks them under the bleachers.
"Okay. And?" Harry asks, Louis pulls his Jean jacket off, he sets it on the ground.
