The police arrived shortly after we made the call. The lunch lady was fine but she had a small concussion. Liam probably wouldn't be comimg back to school for awhile.
After the lunchroom died down we went to sit Harry's usual table. All the jocks were pretty big (probably from too many steroids) and so there wasn't much room for me and Niall.
Harry looked up at us as we awkwardly hovered over the table.
"Come on and sit bros. Try and squeeze in between me a Zayn here." He said as he scooched over and let me and Niall sit.
I can't believe my shoulder and knee are touching the beautiful Harry Styles! I tried to not start freaking out because then everyone would think I had some sort of issues. I tried to hold a conversation with Niall but he kept talking to Zayn about where he thought Liam went. I could've sworn I heard something about a gang but who knows.
I turned to Harry and attempted to start talking to him in complete sentences.
"S-so Haro-Harry how's it going...in ya know... life?"
Harry chuckled at me.
"It's good man. We still on for tonight?" He asked.
Wait what?? He wants to go out? Oh my god this is what I've been waiting for since fifth grade.
"Yeah man just come over to my house. You have too many siblings, Louis." Niall said. I was crushed. I forgot about the project.
Harry gives Niall his number, and Niall texted Harry his address. I ate my lunch in silence as everyone else chatted about the upcoming football tryouts. Football was an all American past time and sport and if you didn't play it at this school you were pretty much worthless. I had always thought about trying out but I was so much smaller than everyone else and is end up getting killed out there. I'd always imagined being one of the star players, like Harry was, and being one of the people who the whole school cheered on. I imagined making the winning play and the crowd rushing onto the field. Harry picking me up and-
"Louis!", Zayn's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Pass me a napkin broski?"
"Sure" I said. I reached over to get one and ended up falling on top of Harry. "I am so sorry...uh bro."
I attempted to get up but ended up pressing on his dįck. Harry's eyes widened as I quickly got up. I felt like the whole table was staring at me.
"Here's a napkin Zayn." I handed it to him without looking him in the eye. I kept looking down, "I have to go to the restroom. I-uh- am late for a-uh- appointment. I got up and practically sprinted out of the lunch room.
God how embarrassing! I bet everyone thought I was either crazy or gay, and only one of those things were true. I walked to the nurse's office and said I felt sick . Apparently it was pretty believable because she let me go home.
"Hey, mom can you take me home?" I talk into the phone.
"No sweetie, I'm working. So is your dad. I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay there." She tells me. I would walk, but I might run into Spike and Tongue again.
"Fine. Love you." I tell her.
"Love you too." She said as I press end on my trusty Nokia.
"You can stay here, love." The nurse tells me. I nod and sit in the chairs.
Out of all the people in this school Harry Edwards Styles walks through the door.
"Nurse Ruth I need to go home. I threw up in bio. We were dissecting and- oh hey Louis!" Harry says. He sits next to me while nurse Ruth writes him a pass to go home.
"Are you going home?" Harry asks me.
"No, my scooter blew up and my parents can't pick me up." I tell Harry.
