Enemies?

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Louis

"Do you honestly have to wear Chelsea boots" I scold him as we run through the vast marble halls, his shoes making too much noise for my liking. I tilt my head to the ground and look at his shoes.

Click clack click clack

"Heeled Chelsea boots?! You're already tall enough no need for heels" I say as he knits his eyebrows together and continues to run next to me, clearly out of breath.

I look around the lonely halls and admire the look. Blood red wooden doors, grand windows, cream coloured marble walls, shelves packed with golden trophies, beige spiral staircase, some exquisite-looking paintings and a sculpted ceiling. When I say sculpted ceiling I mean alluring vintage patterns made by our own art students. Each year the best art students are selected to sculpt this very ceiling. Gold, blue, light green and grey fill my vision as I stare at the high ceiling. I spot a blank spot on the ceiling and smile to myself.

I will sculpt something onto that spot someday I think to myself.

"Why the fuck are you smiling at the ceiling?" he asks rhetorically, voice syrupy smooth. As a silent reply I roll my eyes and continue to run beside him. My calves ache as I run, the reason for that is that I had football practice yesterday.

I slip or trip (hard to tell) as we come to a sudden stop; we spot our class that we need to enter. I hear a snort behind me as I regain my posture. I turn to see him trying to hold back a laugh, face coloured with a light pink.

"Ha ha very funny the small british boy fell" I remark with sarcasm. He turns away, smirks and shakes his head.

"Ok but who goes in first?" I hear his deep voice ask.

"Well to be honest...it is your fault we aren't in there right now so-" I start to say before he replies.

"Oh I see so now you're blaming this on me, shorty"

I sigh as we bicker back and forth on who enters the class first. We see that the doorknob turns and we immediately stop and look at the door as it opens, stuck in the same place.

"Well how about you stop arguing and explain to me why on earth you are late" our teacher, Miss Fielder, demands.

"Well Miss, someone forgot his books and spilled coffee all over me" I explain and glare at harry.

"Ok I see. Now why don't you both come in so I can continue with my lesson. And wipe that smirk off your face styles" she asserts. We nod simultaneously and look behind her to see the whole class giggling and snickering.

She goes back to the front of the class and we enter the class full of stuck up rich kids. My seat is next to a girl called Eleanor. For your information, I despise the girl she chooses to blindly ignore the fact that I'm gay and decides to flirt with me every chance she gets. She thinks she has some sort of magical chance but in reality she's making me gay-er by the second. Harry goes to sit next to Niall Horan ,even though he only wants to sit next to him to piss me off, our seats are very close to eachother (Niall and Harry sit behind me) so it's not the worst thing to happen actually. I smile at Miss Fielder as an apology she nods and smiles back.

"Hi lou" I hear eleanor greet in a flirty sort of way as I sit down and get my books out of my bag. I hate English.

"Don't call me that, only friends call me that and in case you haven't noticed we are not friends" I whisper since Miss Fielder is continuing her lesson and I don't want to cause even more trouble.

"But-" she starts to say, pouting.

"Nope. Now stop talking I'm trying to do work" I say popping the P and making sure to roll my eyes. She finally stops talking and I sigh in content. About half an hour into the lesson she passes me a note.