Year three= 2nd grade Year two= 1st grade
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Louis hopped out of his desk as soon as the teacher announced recess, he had to be first to the swing set, or else the little kids would take it.
He pushed past two kids just to be the line leader. He even had to give them some of his Maltesers in order for them not to tattle.
"Alright class, follow Louis out the door to the playground. I'll see you soon!" She said, dismissing the class. Louis marched through the hall, guiding his class through until they reached the door. He aborted the line and dashed to the playground where a boy was on his swing.
He had green eyes and shortish hair. It was probably the devil himself.
"Ey that's my swing!" Louis cried out, pointing at the boy. Instead of screaming back at him like most of the kids at school, he hopped off and approached the boy.
"Why's it yer swing?" He asked, rather politely.
Louis shrugged. "'S always been. Who are you anyways?"
The boy proudly stuck out his hand, "Harry Edward Styles. Year Two-"
"You're a little kid!" Louis squealed. "I'm a Year Three y'know..."
Harry's eyes widened but he bowed his head. "So what? 'M only a year littler."
Louis opened his mouth to say something, but realized Harry was right. So instead, he stuck his tongue out and turned towards his swing.
Yet another kid was on it. It was a Year Five that Louis bumped into once.
"This isn't fair!" Louis stomped his foot and turned back once more to face Harry.
"'S not so bad," Harry said to him. "There's always tomorrow."
Louis plopped down onto the wood chips with his legs crossed and Harry followed suit.
"You've got really blue eyes," Harry said, pointing to Louis' eyeballs. He shut them tightly to annoy the younger boy. "What're you doin'?"
"Wha's it look like? I'm closing my eyes, little Harry."
When Louis finally opened his eyes, he saw Harry with his arms crossed. He felt bad for the boy, but only for a second.
"What's my name?" Louis asked randomly to Harry, who replied with a shrug. "Well guess, little Harry!"
"'S just Harry!" He protested.
"Fine. What's my name...Harreh."
Harry groaned, knowing the older boy wouldn't say his real name. "I dunno, Sam?"
Louis shook his head. "Starts with an 'L'"
"Uh...I have a friend named Liam. Is it Liam?"
"Ew no. It rhymes with...uhm...Booey."
"Louis? That rhymes with pooey!" Harry pointed at Louis and laughed. "Pooey Louis! Pooey Louis! Pooey Lo-"
"Stop it!" Louis yelled with his ears covered. "Call me Lewis."
Louis was annoyed when people called him Lewis, but it was way better than Pooey Louis.
Harry sighed, "Fine, Lewis. Guess what?"
"What?"
"Yer kinda pretty," Harry stated, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. Louis tilted his head.
"What?"
"Yer pretty. I like yer face...and yer hat."
Louis tugged his newsboy cap onto his head tighter and grinned. "Thanks. Yer kinda pretty too."
Harry smiled and hugged Louis. "I like you a lot, Lewis."
Louis' face flushed as the young boy wrapped his arms around him. Louis didn't know he could have crushes on boys before. What a weird thing, he thought.
"Lewis?" Harry asked. "Do you like me a lot?"
Louis shrugged "Ye, yer alright."
The "recess teacher" blew her whistle, signaling the end of recess. Both Harry and Louis popped up and wiped the wood chips off of their bums.
Harry squeezed Louis tightly. "Buh-Bye Lewis!"
Louis waved goodbye as Harry ran away to his line. "Bye Harry!"
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Harry and Louis as children at recess
