Some Say the World Will End in Fire |l.s.|

one

"Harry, I'm not kidding," I sigh.

"Louis, I'm not either. I refuse to go," Harry says seriously.

"Please Harry, just a few days a week," I try.

"Louis, you know my answer isn't going to be changed. I'm not going to school," Harry shakes his head. We've had this argument for as long as I can remember. He thinks he'd be too dumb for school and doesn't want to bother trying, and I know that this is important for his future. He hasn't got a plan, he's just completely winging it, and to be quite honest, it scares the shit out of me. He's ruining his chances of a comfortable life before it even starts.

"Fine," I roll my eyes.

"Hey, what's with the attitude?"

"You're ruining your future, Harry," I say.

"You don't even know what I'm gonna do! Why do you always worry about the future so much, it's pointless," he shrugs.

"You don't have to go to college, but Harry, dropping out of school is a big deal. It can ruin all your career opportunities," I try.

"Whatever," he mutters as we continue to walk, hand in hand, to school. He walks me to and from school every morning. We get there and I hug him, giving him a kiss as he begins to walk away.

"Love you," I say.

"Love you, Lou," he says, causing me to smile as I turn around and start walking. He really is a good boyfriend to me, the best I could wish for.

Walking into school, everyone seems like a zombie. It's only one month into school and every single person here is already depressed and sleep deprived. If I wasn't so lovesick, I would be the exact same, but Harry is the reason I walk around school with a stupid grin on my face. I think about him so much, he consumes like 90% of my thoughts, which can't be good since I'm doing three AP classes. Oh well, I prefer him to consume my thoughts rather than the formula of a polynomial or whatever the hell I'm learning.

My classes go by slowly, but I mostly text Harry the entire time. He sends pictures of himself doing things like washing his motorcycle or smoking, and I usually respond with something like 'am I supposed to be impressed?' to which he replies 'i bet you moaned when you saw it' and so on. I love our little jokes and our humor, it's just so fun to joke around with him. Everything with him is so happy, I don't think I've ever smiled as much as I have these past few months.

I remember the first day I saw him. I was eating lunch alone while I was doing my homework, being the perfect student I am, and he kept throwing chips at me. One had ketchup on it and long story short, I told him he owed me homework and he told me only for my number. He was always a bit of a fuck boy, but he never really did anything more than flirting. I told him he was all talk and he told me he'd prove me wrong on our date.

So I basically despised him because he thought he was the shit, and he hated me because I acted perfect or some shit, so he decided to mess with me, and our date turned out to be more than just some joke. It's sweet, really, our little love story of how we came to be. I'm snapped out of my little flashback moment by the door slamming shut and Anthony sits down in his seat, empty look on his face. He's sat next to me since the beginning of the year, and he's always seemed a bit out of it. I've seen him leave the counselor's office a few times, so whenever he's late I assume it's because of that.

I try to be nice to him, of course, and help him out when he doesn't do the homework, but he's always just been spaced out, or he lashes out at me. Normally I'd try to avoid someone like that, but I think Anthony's struggling right now. It makes me sad when I see someone struggling and I know it isn't my place to do anything about it, and all I can do is treat them decent. I always think about how much I take this life for granted. The rest of class goes on and I mainly watch his foot bounce as he listens to his music, and I decide it's best if I don't bother him today.

Lunch rolls around and I head out the the front steps of the school, where I always sit with Harry. I see him sitting there already, cigarette in hand as he blows smoke up into the air.

"I told you to stop doing that shit," I sigh, shaking my head as he turns to me, taking another drag of the cigarette just to annoy me.

"I don't get why it bothers you so much," he shrugs.

"I've told you a thousand times, Haz, it's bad for you."

"So is sitting down from 8 to 4 and staring at a computer screen all day. Honestly, they wonder why everyone is so fucking depressed."

"You and I both know that isn't why you skip," I chuckle.

"We're not doing this again," he scoffs. I roll my eyes, taking out my lunch and giving him half of my sandwich, like I do every day. "Anything interesting happen yet?" he asks me, mouth full of half-chewed sandwich.

"I got an A on my Spanish quiz," I say, though I'm not too excited because I knew I was gonna ace it with how much I studied.

"Good job, babe," he says, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Same old, just groceries shopping," he shrugs out of boredom. It's no question why no one is questioning why Harry isn't in school since he's got all the tattoos and the motorcycle, so they just naturally assume he's older than he is.

"Sounds cool," I nod, even though I'm bored out of my mind. It really is a slow day today, for some reason. It's one of those days where you feel lousy, no matter how much you get done, because you're just going through the motions and nothing happens. "I guess I should head back to class now, bell rings in a few minutes," I say after a bit more talking.

"Alright, try not to have too much fun without me," he says, causing me to chuckle.

"No promises," I say, us both standing and stretching out arms out before he opens his. I immediately hug him, loving just being with him, no matter how boring the day might be. "I love you, Haz," I say.

"Love you, boobear," he says, causing me to pull back and glare at him. He knows how embarrassed I am when my mum calls me that. I was so mortified when she called me that in front of Harry while we still weren't official. It's just one of his many ways of annoying me, which he finds weirdly comical.

And so I head back into school, ready for my next class to be as boring as the rest. I make brief eye contact with Anthony, who is in the class across the hall from mine, and he seems really out of it compared to normal, but that's just Anthony these days. I hate today, nothing even remotely interesting will happen.