Harry's P.O.V.
This is it.
The day I'm going to tell Mr. Tomlinson about my feelings for him.
Am I nervous? Hell yes.
"Earth to Haz," Liam says while waving his hand in front of my face.
"What?" I ask while shaking my head mentally.
"Are you nervous?" Niall asks with a small smile.
"Yeah, more than you know." I tell them with a deep sigh.
"Take a breath, and I'm sure that everything will be fine." Liam says while adjusting his backpack on his back.
"I hope." I tell them while grabbing what I needed in my locker, and going to class.
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I stand there looking at the door, contemplating if I should open it or not.
Well, it is my class. I need to go, or I'll be late.
I reach for the handle, and turn it slowly.
As it clicks open, I feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of my face, am I really that nervous?
I open the door all the way, and look inside to see the angel himself writing stuff on the board.
"Ah, Harry. I see you desided to take me up on my offer?" Mr. Tomlinson says with his back still facing me.
"Uhm, no. The-there's something I needed to ta-talk to you about." I tell him with my stupid nervous stutter.
Ok, I must really like the guy if I'm stuttering.
"Oh? What would that be, darling?" He asks as he finally turns to face me with his eyebrows knit together.
I walk up to him, and grab his face.
I look into his eyes for a second, and see him in shock.
I kiss him, but don't feel him kissing back. I bite down on his lip, and that's when I feel his lips move with mine.
After a couple of minutes, I pull away, and open my eyes. Only to see his eyes still closed.
I smirk when his eyes open, and see him looking dazed.
"That's what you had to tell me?" He asks with short breaths.
"No, I came to tell you something that's very hard for me to say." I tell him with a nervous glance his way.
"And that would be?" He asks with raised eyebrows.
"Uhm, well. Mr, Tom-"
"Call me Louis, I feel old when people call me by my last name." Louis says with a chuckle.
"Ok, Louis. I like you. A lot, and I was hoping that we could maybe go out?" I asked him while fidgeting with my fingers.
"Harry, what I want is strictly physical." Louis says with his eyebrows furrowed.
"I knew you were going to say that." I tell him with a shaky breath.
"I'm sor-" He went to say, but I cut him off.
"No, I'm sorry. For even thinking that this would work out between us, and that you would actually feel attracted to me the way I'm attracted to you, but you know what? That's fine. I can move on peacefully knowing that you don't like me like that, and only want something physical, and nothing relationship type. So, I'm sorry. I'm going to go." I tell him with a deep frown on my face.
