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

Chapter 17

Louis really hates this school.

Harry may or may not be the reason.

He does not care how hot Harry is at this point, he just knows that he is really goddamn annoying. He's sitting in science, and Harry and Zayn have been laughing over something stupid for the past fifteen minutes. Liam and Louis share a look from across the room, both of their faces looking blatantly annoyed. Louis sighs to himself, turning his pencil in his hand as a way of distraction from actually doing the work.

"Louis," Cole whispers, and Louis quickly turns his gaze from Liam and Harry.

"Yeah."

"Harry is looking at you," Cole says, jerking their head towards Harry. Louis' head whips around until his eyes are on Harry, whose smile has dropped. He is staring at Louis weird, biting his bottom lip, and his eyebrows angling downward. Louis raises his eyebrows at Harry with a smirk, eyes wandering down to Harry's mouth before moving back to Harry's eyes.

"That wasn't an invitation to eye-fuck him," Cole laughs, nudging Louis' shoulder. Louis tears his eyes from Harry, letting out a breathy laugh. Across the room, Harry's eyes have left Louis, but only to look at how Cole is talking to him.

He narrows his eyes at the two, smiling together and laughing at things the other does. His eyebrows furrow down into a glare as he looks at the two, but more specifically at how Louis had just touched Cole's arm. Louis is laughing again, his eyes crinkling up by the sides and his mouth falling into an open smile. Harry is glad when the period ends, he does not think he would be able to just watch Louis like that without walking up to him and just doing something to him for any longer.

He quickly picks up his books, stacking them into an even pile as soon as the bell rings, and rushes out of the room before Louis can get a chance to walk up to him. It is until he reaches his locker and pulls it open before he realizes that the effort to leave the classroom so quickly was a wasted effort.

"Shit," He mutters, throwing all of his supplies into his locker messily. He tilts his head up immediately, turning towards the door of his locker. In the dark metal of the locker, he is able to see his reflection looking back at him.

"Hello, sweetcheeks," Louis speaks as he walks up to Harry, hitting the book against Harry's cheek lightly, but hard enough for it to pinch slightly. Harry rolls his eyes, turning around and pretending to be busy in his locker, leaning down and switching around his books, taking way too much time just to pick up a pencil.

"If you could fucking leave that would be nice," He speaks as his face is buried in his locker

"You're not very nice at all," Louis pouts, shifting over so he is leaning against the locker and so that Harry can see him in his line of view.

"Neither are you so, there really isn't any room for you to speak."

"Oh," Louis puts on a fake pout, sticking out his lips and making an attempt at puppy eyes, "I'm so sorry to hear that I don't live up to pretty princess' niceness standards."

"There's no way 'niceness' is a word, fucking idiot," Harry scoffs, and he really feels like punching Louis at the minute.

"If you punched me, you would put us both in detention," Louis comments, reading Harry's thoughts perfectly.

"And how the fuck did you know what I was thinking?" Harry asks, turning his head toward Louis, who is still lazily leaning against the locker beside Harry's, his arms crossed over his body casually.

"It's often what you're thinking of when you're around me," Louis shrugs simply, eyes not quite meeting Harry's.

"Oh," Harry replies simply, slightly disappointed; he had been expecting a bigger answer than what Louis had given. Louis reads this as well, continuing,