Shit, maybe I miss you//Larry Stylinson

Chapter 8

Harry's POV.

It's Monday and I'm sitting in the classroom, having the most boring period ever. Everyone around me thinks the same. Some of them are even sleeping. I am surprised that Mrs. Colden doesn't mind. I know she can't stand when we use our phones during her lesson, but obviously sleeping isn't a problem. That makes no sense.

Right now, I am drawing little smiley faces with x instead of eyes in my notebook, when suddenly my phone announces a new message. Mrs. Colden is writting something on the black board, so I take my chance to look at my phone. There is one message from instagram from person I would have never guessed to text me.

@louis91 Classroom 101. After school.

I stare at the message, not even noticing Mrs. Colden approaching to me.

"Mr. Styles, are you using your phone?" I look up to meet her gaze. She is frowning. There is no point of trying to hide my phone, cause she has already seen it. 

"Put it down immediately. You're getting an extra homework!" She turns on her heel and gets back to writting on the black board. 

Extra homework?? I just looked on my phone for three seconds, how did she even notice? She wasn't paying attention at all. I hate it, I have an extra homework, just because of Louis. That's so unfair.

What the hell does he even want from me? Why should I go there? Why should I talk to him? Why should I listen to him? But on the other hand, if I want to know answers for these questions, I have to go there. Moreover I'm quite curious.

The whole morning I couldn't stop thinking about Louis. More like what he wants from me. What if this is just another prank and he won't even show up? What if he will lock me in that classroom and I'll have to spend the night here? These kind of thoughts are not leaving my mind. 

"We're going for a coffee. Wanna join?" Barbara asks me, when we're heading to our lockers, our last period was finally over.

Do I want to go and see Louis? Do I not want to go and see Louis? I'm still not sure. I mean it can be a trap and God knows what will happen to me. Don't even know how is that possible but I make myself to say: "Sorry, I can't. I have to be somewhere." 

"Boring man. See you tomorrow," Niall says, grabbing Barbara's waist and walking away.

I put my bag into my locker, don't really wanna take it with me. But I'm not leaving my phone here, just in case. 

I take a deep breath and make my way to classroom 101. In the minute I'm standing in front of the door. I slowly open them and to my surprise he is here. He's sitting at one of the tables and wearing black shirt with black skinny jeans.

"You're finally here. You couldn't be fucking slower?" he rolls his eyes. He is not in the good mood. That's not good, not good at all.

"What do you want from me?" I cross my arms over my chest. 

"I wanna talk." 

"Talk? Are you kidding me? You texted me when I was having Mrs. Colden's period that you want to talk? Btw I got an extra homework, thanks to you." I kinda want to make him feel bad, but I doubt I succeeded. Even though I am glad he wants to just talk to me, I expected something more.

"You're welcome," he smirks. 

"So, what do you want to talk about," 

He stands up and makes his way to me. He stands 2 feet away from me. My eyes go wide, I didn't expect him to be this close. He knows how much I hate it.

"My sister," he's looking straight into my eyes. His sister? Shit, I'm screwed.

"She's not doing good, because of you. You hurt her and that's something I don't tolerate." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know she would take it like this. I didn't mean to hurt her." I really didn't but I know I had to do what I did. 

"Why did you turn her down?" The eye contact gets even more intense and I swear something changed in his gaze. But I can't say what.

"I don't really want a relationship now," I say. There is no way I admit he's one of the reasons why.

"Really? Or isn't my sister good enough for Mister curly hair?" If a look could kill, I'd be dead. I've never seen him like this. Anger shines from his eyes and he tilts his head to the right.

"No, I mean, she's great..." he didn't even let me finish.

"So why did you broke her heart? She had the courage to ask you out and you turned her down. She's fucking sad, only because of you!" he moves even closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah, she was brave, but if I want to go out with her or not, is up to me. I didn't want to hurt her, but I did the right thing."

"Right thing, you say."

"Definitely, she's your sister. You would never let me date her. So it was better for her, that I turned her down, now." I didn't want to bring this fact into this, but he didn't give me any other choice.

It seems like he's thinking, like he never considered the fact I had the chance to date his sister. He was too blinded by her sadness, to see that if I said yes, it would be much worst. 

"You're right. I would never let you touch my sister. There's no way. You don't deserve her. She needs someone much better than you."

"Well, thank you?" I roll my eyes. He didn't have to say that, but I'm sure it brought him pleasure. He never misses an opportunity to shame me.

"You're welcome Curly," he smirks. "Don't ever touch my sisters," he stares again into my eyes. I can see, he is serious. I've always known he's a protective brother, but this surprised me.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to touch any Tomlinson," I roll my eyes again. I can't stop doing it whenever he's around.

"Good," he nods and just like that, he disappears.

I'm standing in the classroom, kind of relieved that it wasn't a prank, but on the other hand not very pleased with the way he talked to me. Well, it's Louis Tomlinson, what can I expect. I leave the room and finally go home, to do the extra homework.

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