18 - h.s

ten

Sophia Elliott

"Therefore, Freud argues that-"

I looked up from my notes and stopped paying attention to what Miss Tindal was saying when I felt something hit the back of my head. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly in irritation before averting my eyes back down to my notebook in front of me, trying to get back to what I was doing because I actually wanted to pass this class, even if other people don't give a fuck about passing or failing.

Something hit the back of my head again and I whipped my head round in a huff to see Harry sat behind me, his face evidently bored with his hand propping his head up as he leaned across the desk, a smirk emerging on his face when he saw me turn around, making me roll my eyes in response. 

"What the fuck do you want, Harry?" I huffed through gritted teeth, looking into his eyes with a very unamused look on my face which caused his smug smile to grow even bigger. He sat and stared at me for a few more seconds and I raised my eyebrows to push him to say what he wanted, I just wanted to get back to work, I was stressing over this class and my failed exam from the other say enough already, I really couldn't add this too.

"Oh," he started, dragging out the word and nodded his head slowly, earning a confused look from me. "So that's how it is? No 'Hi how are you, you handsome son of a bitch, you're looking great today, as you do everyday'?" he smirked again, my eyes rolling again at his response which seemed to become a recurring theme here, my eyes seemed to roll with every word he spoke. 

"Don't hold your breath," I mumbled, turning back round to my own desk, finally deciding i've had enough of this prick and wanting to just get back to what we were fucking there for. 

Miss Tindal was now talking about something completely different to where my notes left off, my eyes widened in realisation, flicking back to my page of notes. I began to silently panic at the thought of missing what could be vital information for my exam. 

The bell caught my thoughts short as it echoed through the classroom and the halls, causing Miss Tindal to cut herself off and just dismiss the class with a smile, looking over at me and her smile faltering as she mouthed to me 'are you okay?' to which I just nodded, I couldn't take another conversation right now and so she just left it and nodded, walking out of the room as more student began to file out, some students hanging around which I found odd considering it was the final class on a Friday.

I sighed and stood up, and beginning to pack my things away as fast as I could, dying to get out of here because I knew Harry was still stood behind me and I didn't want to have even the slightest conversation with him right now, or ever at all actually. 

That fantasy was short lived when I felt a tap on my shoulder and I slammed my eyes shut and spun round, not opening them until I was facing behind me and preparing myself to see Harry's stupid smug face looking at me and my brain taunting me to just give him a punch across the face, which I always seemed to resist but I was beginning to lose my self control with him.

"Look, asshole-" I started and opened my eyes and they widened when my eyes met a bright blue pair which stared back at me in confusion. "Oh my god Louis I'm so sorry! That wasn't meant to be to you! I thought it was-"

"Harry," Louis finished my sentence and nodding, already knowing full well where I was going with it and laughed, rubbing his nose with his index finger as he did, which was something I noticed Harry did a lot, I guess when you spend time with someone, you pick up their mannerisms. 

"Exactly," I laughed, turning round a little to finish packing my things away, Louis following and moving to stand in front of me, the desk in between us as he leaned against it with his hands stretched out and leaning in to continue talking to me. "So, what's up? You need another ride?" I asked, zipping my backpack up and throwing it on my shoulder, leaning against the back of the chair I was sitting on five minutes ago, having something thrown at my head every two fucking minutes. 

Louis shook his head and shook his hand dismissively with a smile, "No I don't actually, Harry's giving me a ride, thanks though," his smile grew even bigger as he explained, my eyes rolling at the sound of Harry's name, causing a breathy chuckle to come from Louis as he pushed his hand back through his hair. 

"That's my name, don't wear it out." I heard that fucking voice echo from behind me, causing me to turn around t face it as I saw Harry saunter over to us with a smug smile on his face again, does he do anything else? "So, now you're talking shit to my friends about me? Wow, you really can't stop thinking about me can you babe?" Harry ran his hand through his curls and leaned against the  desk, reciprocating Louis' previous position which he had moved from now, him just standing with his hands clasped in front of him with his eyes rolling now too.

"Sophia just asked if I needed a ride home again and I said that you were giving me one already." Louis shook his head and looked at him after rolling his eyes once more. Okay, even Harry's friends had enough of him at this point and I do have to say I do not blame them at all. 

Harry's smirk grew and he raised his eyebrows, pulling his hands from the desk and slowly turning to look at me, his arms simultaneously crossing in front of his chest and staring at me, his mouth open with a fake smile. "Oh! I get it," Harry nods his head and laughs, making me and Louis both look at each other with confused looks, neither of us knowing quite what the fuck he's talking about. 

Harry unlatched his arms and points a finger up to emphasise the point he's about to make. "So, first you cheat on me with Niall, then with Louis?" he questions, pointing a finger at Louis who's now furrowing his eyebrows as our gaze snaps back to each others again, the confused expression never leaving out faces. "This is a new low, I'm hurt babe." Harry throws his hand across his chest and over his heart, making a pained look shoot across his face in fake anguish, making me roll my eyes and Louis raise his eyebrows. 

I roll my eyes and turn to Louis, "He's obviously not serious, he's being a jealous asshole because I actually like you guys." I pointed over at Harry, making an angry look flash across his face as he brings his hand down from his chest and placed them on the desk leaning across the table and making his eyes level with mine as I fought the gulp I so desperately wanted to swallow. 

"I don't get jealous, princess. I don't do feelings." he seethed through gritted teeth as if I'd just said the most painful insult in the world to him, which I suppose that was to him as I just rolled my eyes and began to walk away, I'm beyond done with his shit. 

I try my best to walk away as confidently as I could, trying my best to not make it any more obvious to him that I was afraid of him, I couldn't let that get to his ego as well, it was big enough already. 

I heard Louis' faintly as I left the room and made my way to my car.

"What the fuck was that?"