Perfect (L.S)

1.

💐

:DDDDDDDDDDDDD JULES UPDATED INSTEAD OF SITTING ON HIS LAZY BUM :0

💐

vote. comment. tpwk!!<333

💐

"Alright everyone, I have all of your tickets right here, please get out your passports." Mrs. Cline said in her stern teacher voice. Louis pulled off one of the straps from his backpack, pulling it down so he could retrieve his passport from his front pocket.

He grabbed it, zipping up the pocket and putting the backpack on. With his passport tucked firmly in his hand, he gathered in a line with his classmates and waited for Mrs. Cline to pass out the tickets and assign everyone their travel buddies.

About 150 of his classmates had come with him on a school trip to Los Angeles, California as a graduation trip. Literally everyone he knew was on it, Nicole Ryan from homeroom, Liam Payne from footy tryouts (he made the tryouts for the first time in three years, good lad), Nick Grimshaw from the D&D club that they tried (and failed) to run in first semester, even fucking Emily and Niall Horan were here.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, snapping a photo of the view out of the large window near the loading bridge entrance. It was a sleek glass window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Outside of it, was the runway, with a few shiny planes taking off. He took the photo, posting it on his Instagram, captioning it "almost gone :)" before turning his phone off and placing it back into his pocket.

"Miss!" Charlotte exclaimed, pointing at Louis. "He's got his phone out!"

"Shut the fuck up, Charlotte." He cursed under his breath. As his snob-nosed Homeroom Leader since year ten, Charlotte Dunstock would do anything to poke her ugly face into all of his business in order to get him in trouble.

"It's alright, Charlotte. He can be on his phone if he wants, we're outside of school grounds." She waved her off, grabbing more tickets out of her yellow envelope sleeve.

She huffed, giving Louis a nasty look. Her tall thick glasses rested over her flat nose, giving her a snobbier look, much too old for her age.

He turned to his best friend, Stan, "what's her problem? It's always like she's out to get me."

"I dunno, mate. Maybe she likes you?" He giggled.

"Ew." Louis cringed.

"Alright. Louis Tomlinson! I want you and Harry Styles to be your buddy." He frowned, turing his head back to Stan.

"Yeugh..." Louis made another face at him. He gave the side-eye to Harry, who was standing next to him. Harry looked up from his phone briefly, flashing is eyes between Louis and Mrs. Cline. "Really? Of all people? That wanker?"

"I heard that, Mr. Tomlinson. Don't make your trip end before it starts, alright?" She walked towards him and Harry, handing them their tickets. "Your chaperone is Mr. Flemings. Your seating has been assigned to you. It's on your ticket. And no, Louis, that doesn't mean that after the final check-in you can sit next to your friend."

"What about Harry, over here?"

"Oh, I'm not worried about Harry." She turned around, calling some other names from her roster.

"That's why she put us together, doofus. You're the troublemaker, and I'm the buffer. I am essentially here to make sure you stay out of trouble." Harry didn't look up from his phone.

"Troublemaker, my ass." Louis looked down at his phone and back up at Harry. To think of it, Harry is nothing short of absolute perfection. He's smart, he's athletic (he beat Louis at the annual triathlon, which Louis is still pissed about), he's a fucking teacher's pet, is what he is. He's attractive, which pisses Louis off the utmost part. He could have the world kissing his perfect, golden ass if he wanted.

And now he stands there, in his frayed cargo jeans and pink sweater perfection, destined to perfectly ruin Louis' day.

"Now," Mrs. Cline stood in front of the students. "You must stay with your buddies at all times. If you aren't with your buddy, that's an immediate two day suspension for the both of you. Capeesh?"

The students all groaned and mumbled "yes" to her. Mr. Flemings started speaking, holding his binder close to his chest. "If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them. Is everyone ready for sunny California?"

Louis turned to Harry, "stay out of my way, I stay out of yours."

"I can't leave you alone. You're fucking insane."

"Listen, goody-two-shoes. No one gives a damn. This airport is massive." He zipped his passport and ticket into his bag.

"But Mrs. Cline sa-"

"No-one cares. Zip it and quit being so damn innocent."

💐

THOUGHTS????