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

Chapter 27

Harry sits at the back of the classroom, the day before winter break begins. Louis had been ignoring him- if not that, definitely avoiding him- which Harry has found strange. Once Louis had set a foot back onto school grounds, he was the same person he had forever been; and it was as if the person Harry had seen, had felt, had heard, was a phantasm.

Because when he had seen and felt and heard Louis in past days, he had seemed so delicate, so fragile, so frangible, and this Louis, this Louis seems so, so tough.

Louis is sitting in the front row of the classroom, scribbling notes down on his paper and actually paying deep attention to the teacher, 7 which is... abnormal, to say the least. Harry is too focused on Louis to pay attention to the teacher.

He feels almost relieved as the bell rings and the class ends. He watches as everyone else in the classroom goes about their day, getting up and moving to their next classes. He feels glued to the seat as he watches Louis walk up to the teacher which is, again, an odd exchange.

"Yeah," Louis replies to the teacher, his voice hushed, "I just don't want to fall into a state where I have completely lost myself. I just... I do not think I should get lost in a jungle while I'm here, before I even get there and get the chance to get lost in sky touching buildings."

"Oh, yes, I completely understand," The teacher replies, her voice low, her eyes sorrowful, "Yes, if you want, I can give you some extra credit work."

Harry frowns, trying to distract attention from himself by organizing his folder. He stands up as quietly as he possibly can, walking towards the door on his highest tiptoes.

"Thank you so much," Louis nods his head, turning away from the teacher, "Oh, and Styles, I know you're here, no need to creep around, thinking you're swift and all that."

"Sorry that I don't like causing a fucking corruption everywhere I lay foot at, your highness," Harry snaps, holding out his arms and bowing mockingly.

"Oh, sorry that I can't read your messed up mind," Louis shoots back, "Maybe if you could figure one simple thing out in your life, it might be easier. But I don't really think you can comprehend anything, so..."

"I'm sorry that you can't understand when it is the correct time to shut the fuck up about something you know I will never feel back."

"I hate you, so I guess you do feel the same in return. Just another time your head is too stuck up in the clouds to get a taste of reality."

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Whatever."

"Leave me alone."

"Stop talking," Harry snaps.

"Boys," The teacher warns, to which both Louis and Harry ignore.

"Fuck you," Louis nods towards Harry as soon as he has turned away from the teacher, a glare set on his face.

"Fuck off."

"Do I really need to give you two detention again?" The teacher sighs.

"Do you really need to give that mess extra credit when you have never given it to anyone else, like, in your entire career?"

"Louis has a good reason."

"Yeah? Try me," Harry replies, so fast that the teacher is taken aback, flinching back in the slightest.

"That is personal, if Louis wants to tell you, he will."

"Trust me, I don't," Louis scoffs.

"Why not?"