Harry's POV:
"Harry!" Gwen shrieked as she ran up to me. I was just opening my locker and she came running and slammed it shut, just to hug me. "Hi.." I said awkwardly. She looked up at me with those blue eyes. "Hi! How's your morning so far?" She smiled. "Well, it was quiet.." I mumbled. "What was that?" Gwen frowned. "Oh! Nothing! Well I have to get my stuff for class, I can't talk now." I said, re-entering combination. "Okay!" Gwen ran off to her locker. As soon as she turned the hallway corner, I booked it. I was running so fast I ran into..oh shit. Zayn.."Watch where you're going! Fag." He roared. I picked myself up off of the hallway floor and just walked past, not saying a word. "Hey! What where you're going, fag." Zayn yelled. I stopped walking and turned around. "Sorry." I turned back around and continued walking.
I turned the corner and guess who was there? "Oh! Hi, Gwen..." shifted my eyes to the floor. "Why are you running from me? I thought we were going to class?" She said, impatience taking over her voice. "Oh, yeah, um, I had to go to the bathroom real quick. Hold on," I said hastily. I approached the guys' bathroom and ran in. I looked at myself in the full body mirror. My shiny new leather jacket, my faded black Ramones shirt, and my black leather boots. Paired with my favorite black skinny jeans. My curly hair was quiffed upward, revealing my emerald orbs lined with black, with the exception of my bruised eye. "Why are you so sweaty Harry?" Louis asked, walking over to the sinks. His voice startled me. I didn't realize he was in here. "I've been running away from Gwen. She's so creepy." I said, wiping my forehead from the beads of sweat. Louis laughed. "She is. I don't even know her but I already hate her."
Louis' POV:
I washed my hands as Harry spoke. "Why do you already hate her?" Harry cocked his head to one side. Oh. "Well..She's always getting in your way.." I shakily said. And my way too. Harry nodded. "Ah. Oh and she's really annoying, too." I laughed and nodded. "Very much so." I said, grabbing a paper towel. I could feel Harry's stare on me as I dried my hands. I turned to walk out of the bathroom and Harry followed close behind me. Gwen was standing there three feet away. Can you say stalker much? "Go away, Gwen." I said coldly. "Harry can't even breathe without you right next to him." Harry was practically balled up in a corner, shy and trying to stay away from the already forming war. "Right Harry?" I looked behind me to Harry. He sheepishly nodded and covered his face with his giant hands. "No! I certainly will not. He loves me. Right Harry?" Gwen protested. That got Harry's attention. He uncovered his face. "What?" He shook his head. "Why do you think I love you?" Gwen frowned. "Harry, tell the nerd to leave us and me alone. He's dumb and doesn't know a thing" She said, pointing toward me. "Oh okay. I will not leave my friend alone. Why don't you leave Harry alone?" I asked, arms crossed over my chest. Gwen started to cry. "Wow, fuck you Harry. I hate you! I though what we had was special!" She roared as she slapped Harry across his face. I ran back to Harry. Her smack left a small pink hand print on his right cheek. Gwen walked away, wiping her eyes. Boo her.
"What just happened?" Harry asked. "I'm so confused." I nodded. "Me too. Well that was fun. Time for class." I said, walking to my locker. Harry laughed. "Maybe she'll leave me alone finally."
