The bell for class rang throughout the school halls, alerting the students to head into home room.
I closed my locker, holding my books in one hand, while swinging my brown satchel over my shoulder.
I avoided the eyes of the other students, using my long brown hair to block my face from their view.
Then I saw him.
Those dark brown curls, the piercing green eyes, the dimple on his left cheek.
Harry.
In order to avoid him, I walked into the large crowd of students, hoping he didn't notice me.
A small gasp left my parted lips when I felt a firm tight grasp on my left arm, I closed my eyes, holding back the tears threatening to spill out.
My face came into contact with his toned chest, my gaze soon meeting his.
"Where do you think you're going Logan?" He whispered into my neck.
"Let go of me Harry." I said firmly, pulling away from his tight grasp.
He grabbed hold of my hand again, gripping it firmly.
"Logan.. Yesterday didn't teach you anything did it?" He asked, his grip around my wrist tightening.
I whimpered out in pain, the palm of my hand making contact with his cheek.
He jerked back, his cheek red, a smirk plastered on his lips. He let go of my wrist, the outline of his fingertips could be seen on my skin.
"See you later..." He called, winking at me as he walked to class.
I rubbed my wrist, hoping a bruise wouldn't appear like the last time.
The tears gradually found their way out of my eyes, reaching their capacity at the brim of my long lashes.
I rushed into English, head down, cheeks flushed from the tears. I couldn't be seen crying again.
I heard a few giggles from across the room, I looked up only to find Harry and Zayn stifling their laughter.
"COW." Zayn mouthed, snickering at his own comment.
I looked down at my papers, trying my best to ignore them.
"Class." Mrs. Masts called trying to grab our attention. The room went silent, the occasional cough or scoff distributed.
The door squeaked open, everybody's eyes turning towards the door.
A boy with brown hair and green-blue eyes walked into the room. His lean, masculine body was defined by his blue v-neck, the dark denim jeans defining his bum.
He gave a shy smile, waving to the class.
"Everybody," Mrs. Masts began, her British dialect very strong. "Welcome Mr. Tomlinson."
"Louis." He said, giving a smug smile.
"Please take a seat next to Ms. Garner." She smiled, motioning to the empty seat next to me.
I heard Harry and Zayn snicker loudly, only to receive a glare from Louis.
"Hey mate, you don't want to be sitting next to that thing." Zayn called, laughing at his stark remark.
Louis shook his head pulling out the chair and taking seat.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me. My heart began to palpitate, a blush creeping onto my cheeks.
"Louis." He smiled offering me his hand. I took it gingerly.
"Logan."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
