Harry's POV:

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Gemma burst into my room dressed in her charcoal grey trousers and a light blue shirt that had a small drip of toothpaste smudged down the front. 


"One you're late and two who the fuck is Louis and why the fuck were you moaning his name in your sleep?" 


I felt my face turn bright red. 


"Oh shit." 


"yeh 'oh shit' tell me" , she  mocked. 


"Uhhm..my..uh friend in my uh english class.", I explained , hoping that it would be a good enough reason for her. 


"hmm...ok.", Gemma gave me a weird look. 


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I get to school and immediately see Louis scrolling on his phone. I turn away, making sure not to stare but I can't help looking back at that cute smol bean. 


He looked up and gave me a small wave. Quickly, I wave back. I notice his sweater paws and I grin to myself. I turn around so he can't see my wide smile and the pink flush on my cheeks. 


I head to tutor still thinking about him. Do I like him? No, I can't do. We're just really good friends , I assured myself. 


Around 20 minutes later there was a knock on the form room door. My teacher stood up hastily which made the old navy blue desk chair rotate and creak. They opened the door and Louis was stood quietly in the hallway just outside the door. I fixed my tie and fiddled with my braids nervously. 


"Have you got Harry Styles?", He asked politely. 


I raise my hand,"I'm here." 

I went outside to talk to him. I wonder what he wants? 

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