Just the start [Larry, Ziam,]

Chapter 1

    Harry pulled up a seat behind Louis, watching a 'sporto' sit next to the princess. The nerd kid, whom he didn't know the name of, sat at the desk opposite Harry. The kid Harry knew as ‘Zayn’, a nutcase, was in the back, already drawing something. He looked up and rolled his eyes at Vernon. "How badly do you need the money to be working on a Saturday? That’s harsh, Dick," he greeted. "Let’s make this a good one, yeah?" He saw the nerd kid wince out of the corner of his eye and he smirked. Maybe this could be fun...

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    Liam looked at Harry with a glance, trying to shut him up. Vernon handed out some papers. "You will write and tell me why you are here.” Louis sighed, shaking his head. "You will make no noise. You will not sleep. If you do anything I do not like, you will be back here next week,” Vernon said. He pushed Harry’s feet off the desk and forced him to sit up. 

    Harry rolled his eyes and watched Vernon hand out the papers. He then started watching the nutcase out of the corner of his eye; the boy was biting his lip. Blondie was already tapping his pencil and thinking of what to write. Harry flashed Vernon a sarcastic smile. "That’s lame, Dick,” he said. Vernon glared at him. “Sorry, Rich. Can’t you give us a more defining topic? You already know why we're here, anyway." He then proceeded to curl his feet underneath him and cross his legs on the chair. He started throwing and catching the pencil he'd been given effortlessly. Niall looked over at Harry, wondering how the boy could have so little respect for the teacher.

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    Louis sat there, looking nice and hoping he could get out early.  With a roll of his eyes, Vernon left the room. Louis then looked back at all of them. He smiled softly at Liam and nodded slightly before turning toward Harry. The boy looked like a pest. "Can't you just be nice?" he snarled.

    "Can you be any less pathetic?" Harry shot back, "It’s disgusting!" Niall shivered.

   "Lads, please, I think we should just write our papers." 

   "I think you should write yours. I ain't writing a thing!" Harry grumbled. Niall nodded and turned back to his own work. 

    "So," Harry hummed, looking at Louis, "You and sporto? I bet you're gay, Princess, so tell me, you two together?"

    "Could you be any more judgmental?" Louis shot back, annoyed. He turned to look at Niall. "I agree, let’s start the papers."

    "I'm not being 'judgmental', Princess," Harry said, "I'm being honest." Liam spoke up. "Why the hell are you always here? Have nothing better to do than annoy us?"

    Louis chuckled, but kept his gaze down at his paper. Harry turned to Liam and raised an eyebrow. "Why am I here?" he asked. "Isn't that obvious? No matter what I tell you, you'll just think I got caught getting high or drinking," he said. "So tell me, sporto? Why are you here? Got caught trying to rape the princess here?"

    Louis glared at him. "If you’re not being judgmental, then what the hell are you being?” Harry smiled sweetly at Louis. "Like I said, I'm being honest." He then turned to Liam, "No really, why are YOU here? Because if I told you I got in trouble for wearing a cross necklace to school, you wouldn't believe me," Harry said. He'd always been told he was worthless; by his family, by his teachers, by his peers. No one expected anything of him except to fail and go to jail. Then, he added, " but do you think I care whether you believe me or not?" and rolled his eyes. 

    He continued talking. "So, sporto, you two are a couple, yeah? Who's the man in this relationship?" He smirked and leaned forward so that his head was in between the two boys. "Who wears the pants? I bet it’s not you, Princess. Tell me, ever taken Sporto here up the bum?"