isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 11

Harry sits in class, Willow on his left and Zayn right behind him. He scribbles notes down on a sheet of lined paper, listening to the lecture as best as he can, with Louis sitting in front of him, whispering to Liam, who is diagonally to the right of Harry.

"Would you shut up for once," He hisses forwards, tapping Louis' back with his pencil. Harry can tell that Louis is rolling his eyes by the small scoff that he lets out.

"Sorry that I'm disrupting," He says sarcastically. Harry scowls at the back of Louis' head.

"Your apology is accepted."

"Too bad I didn't mean it then," Louis smirks. Harry grips his pencil harder into his hand, resisting the urge to punch Louis' smirk right off of his face. He looks down to his paper, the top of the led of his pencil breaking as he tries to continue writing. He groans as the rest of the led comes flooding out of the pencil. He sets the pencil down dramatically, mad that he can't write notes anymore.

The period seems to go faster when Harry is zoned out, and soon the bell is ringing. He stands up, arranging the papers on his desk into a simple stack. He is about to put them into his folder when hands land on his desk. He looks slightly up, looking right into Louis' blue eyes.

"Am I too loud for you, darling?" Louis teases. Harry groans, pushing his hand against Louis' chest. Louis' eyes light up- and not in a good way, more in anger than in anything else.

"Yes, when the fuck will you learn to shut up?" Harry mutters back, taking a step closer to the boy. Zayn grabs Willow's arm, pulling her away from the two boys. Liam sighs, trying to grab Louis' arm to pull him away, but he just pulls his arm away easily.

Louis has the first punch, for the record, right to Harry's jaw. Harry only attacked back in self-defense, and- if he is being honest, he sucks at fighting as it is, and Louis is used to fighting with Harry- he can actually defend himself. The fight goes on for five more minutes before the bruised boys are pulled apart by Willow.

She shrieks at the sight of Harry's face, flushes red and a drip of blood dropping from his lip. Zayn reaches forward, harshly grabbing for Harry's arm. He tugs quickly, speed-walking his way out of the room- leaving a stuttering and sputtering Willow behind them. Zayn pulls Harry all the way through the hallway, past the judgmental stares of students and people spreading whispers around, shielding them with their hands as if that will stop the fact that the whisper still spreads.

Harry is sure that everyone will know about this within an hour with the speed of how the rumors seem to be moving, and because of the stares that he is getting. They shouldn't be surprised, this happens at least once a month with Louis and Harry. It is a commonly known fact that the two hate each other, can't stand each other.

Zayn pulls Harry into the Boy's bathroom, and with a simple look, he is able to get everyone else out of the room. He pats down on an area where Harry can sit, and Harry lifts himself up, allowing Zayn to move towards the paper towel dispenser. Zayn wets the paper towel in the slightest- if he gets too much water, the material of the shitty school towel will completely disintegrate. He walks up to Harry, sighing as he brings the paper towel to Harry's face. He holds it there, giving Harry a strange look.

"Harry," He says, "I don't understand why you keep doing this."

"It's because I hate him and sometimes he just pisses me off even more than usual," Harry shrugs, watching as Zayn throws the paper towel into the trash can, moving to grab another. Harry swings his legs back and forth slightly as he waits for Zayn to get back to him.

"You know, if you didn't react as much as you do, he wouldn't keep coming after you, or whatever you want to call it," Zayn says quietly, dabbing at Harry's face with the cold paper towel.