Louis' POV:
"Harry, why are you crying? You don't even think of me as a real friend. Only some nerd to help with your grades." I asked coldly. Harry picked up his head from the desk top and looked at me with confusion flooding his face. "Don't act like you don't know. I heard you saying that to Zayn." The bell rang. I wasn't quite done venting to Harry about how much of an asshole he is so I told him, "At the end of the day, we're talking about this." With that, I collected my things and walked to my next class. I glanced back and Harry was just trudding along, not looking up. Maybe his feelings were hurt? Well, whatever. So were mine. He was just using me.
Harry's POV:
I'm so stupid. I should not have said that I was only using him. I thought we were going to be great friends once we got to know each other better. It's only a week since he's been here and I bet you he thinks it's hell. I wiped my eyes and cheeks, though the tears were already dried up. Zayn approached me. "What's wrong bro?" I looked up. Zayn gasped. "Harry, I've never seen you so...so hurt. Your eyes are all puffy and red. And you looked drained. What's up? Did you go into my locker and steal all my-" A teacher walked past, inspecting Zayn. He hushed himself and looked at me. "No, I didn't steal shit from you Zayn. Louis is mad at me and I know why he's mad. I feel so bad for using him but he's pissed and probably not going to talk to me ever again. I'm so stupid!" I kicked the bottom of my locker. A piece of paint chipped off of it. "Stupid fucking cheap locker paint. This school is so poor." I sighed. Zayn examined me. "Come on, let's go out to the back of school. You need some cheering up." My face was infused with confusion. Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed the arm of my leather jacket.
Louis' POV:
Harry wasn't in class. But I didn't care. He's not my friend anymore. "Louis, where is Harry?" My science teacher, Ms. Anna, asked. I shrugged. "I don't give a fuck about him so I don't know." She just stood there, not showing emotion. But then again she's not the most enthusiastic person. "Oh, okay. Maybe he's in the nurse or something." She said, looking down at her desk with papers piled high on top. "But, but, Ms. Anna! He said a swear word!" Fucking snitch. I hate that kid Evan. He's so annoying. I've been here a week and I already hate him. Ms. Anna looked up from her desk, her face stone cold as usual. "Yeah, that's right. I did hear that. Louis, principal's office." I threw my hands up, palms facing upward. "Seriously? This is high school. I can swear all I fucking want." My voice went loud. "Mr. Tomlinson, I'll contact the principal to make sure you get expelled for all this swearing." Ms. Anna spoke. I face palmed and got up. "Okay. Fuck all you. Looks like I'm getting expelled."
"Mr. Tomlinson, you won't be expelled. Your record is clean and all you said was fuck and fucking. Not a big deal. Ms. Anna is a drama queen." The principal, Miss Watson, said. "You're free to go to class now." She smiled.
I walked out of the principal's office and guess who I bumped into? Yeah.. "Why did you go the Miss Watson's?" His voice was raspy and low. "Why weren't you in science?" My voice squeaked. Harry raised an eyebrow at me. "Touche." I coughed an awkward cough. "Well bye." I said, starting my walk back to class again.
Harry's POV:
Something deep inside me wanted to stop Louis so we could talk things out. He was halfway down the hallway when I called out, "Louis, come here. We gotta talk." He stopped in his tracks and did a 180. "Yes?" He called out to me, approaching me. "What do you want?" Louis snapped, finally in front of me. "I'm sorry. That isn't a good first impression is it? For me to use you.." I said sheepishly, looking down at the top of my boots. "No, it wasn't." Louis said, arms crossed over his chest. "I thought we were actually friends." He sighed. "I'm sorry. Can we start it all over again?" Louis looked at my outstretched hand. "No, I'm sorry. Not now."
Louis just left me hanging. I feel bad-worse than before. I really hurt him. I'm such a shitty person. I really want to be his friend, I do, but he won't even talk to me now. I sighed an over dramatic sigh and walked to the guys' bathroom.
