Your body is my philosophy

The Exam

It was about 4 am when Harry and the boys got home last night. After Louis left Harry had been chatting with someone around his age in the bar, his name was James, and apparently, he was also attending Mr. Tomlinson's class, but Harry had never seen him before, the conversation started because James recognised Harry from class, they talked about how much they actually like the class but how odd the professors' behaviour was.

- He probably has a superiority problem, I heard last year he got into an argument with one of the students because she wouldn't agree with his point of view, and it was his first year teaching as well... I don't know, it's weird, you know. - James had said with humour in his voice.

Harry agreed with him, and obviously left out the details of them kissing in his office, Harry knew that if someone found out it could be so bad for his school years and also his mum would flip out if anything happened or if he got expelled.

- I'll see you in class tomorrow, then? - James had said after saving his number on Harry's phone.

- Looking forward to it. - Harry flirted, and they both laughed.

James was a very good-looking lad, he looked slightly like Harry Potter, straight brown hair flopping around, thin lips and blue eyes, funny enough, he was also wearing round glasses, but somehow it worked for him, he didn't look ridiculous, he looked sexy, and Harry liked that.

After that, James squeezed Harry's arm, and he left, and so did Harry as the bar was closing.

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Harry rolls over, sheets stuck to his hot and sweaty body, he's had another dream, in this dream he was alternating between Louis and James, it was a wild one. Without opening his eyes, he reaches his bedside table and grabs his phone.

- Oh no... Shit! - He jumps out of bed, tripping on his blanket, and knocking his bedside lamp on the floor. Once he has managed to detangle himself from the blanket and stand up, he runs out of his room and burst into Niall's room.

- Niall!! It's 10 past 10, I had a Philosophy Exam, I'm so screwed.

- Wha- What? I'm sorry mate. - His blonde friend says to him, eyes still shut and messy hair, he brings his head up, the covers loosely resting on his hips showing his bare chest.

- Maybe I can still make it, the class only started 10 minutes ago, maybe I can get there for the last half an hour of it and do as much as I can from the exam... - Harry rants as he rushes back to his room to get ready.

- The door!!! - Niall shouts.

- Oh yeah, I'm so sorry, I'll see you later.

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It is only 35 past 10 when Harry arrives, in front of him a big wooden door with a frame that goes from the ground to the ceiling. He knocks and pops his head into the classroom. As he does so he instantly regrets it, every head in the class turns back to look at him, and Louis's blue eyes just burn into his, his expression is serious, angry, and he is pissed off.

- Mr. Styles, this is extremely inappropriate, not only you have missed the exam, but you are now distracting the rest of your classmates by showing up here half an hour late. - The professor's voice is stern, and Harry thinks he can even feel a small note of disappointment.

- I am so sorry, Mr. Tomlinson, I thought/

- You thought wrong, Mr. Styles. Meet me in my office after your classes. Close the door on your way out. - Louis states and takes his eyes away from him for the first time since he walked in.

He should have known he would act like this, with his head down, he walks out of the classroom and takes a deep breath.

- I'm so fucked. - Harry breathes out, letting his body slide down the cold marble wall behind him, all the way until his bum touches the floor.