Youtubers [larry au] (boyxboy)

Chapter 24

Louis was beaming. His smile was so bright and big that his cheeks began to hurt, and he even started to dance some kind of ballet on his way to English class. Students noticed, giving him looks of judgement and quick glares, but he didn't fucking care. He got an A+ on his English assignment, his boyfriend said that he loved him, and Liam is looking after him like a helpless cute puppy.

Everything just felt... right. It felt so right, and Louis couldn't stop thinking about Harry's sweet good-morning call before he went to get ready for his classes. Like always, Harry showered him with compliments, and never did he grow tired of it. To make this the best good morning call so far, Harry also told him a cute 'I love you' on the phone before hanging up. It was a great morning,

"I love you," Louis sighed happily with a giggle, daydreaming about Harry as he began to spin around like a princess now instead of doing bad ballet dancing, "Oh, prince, I love you."

He kept laughing, and it was bizarre to see for the confused students walking by him to the other side of the campus. Louis understood, though. He was laughing, for no apparent reason, alone on his way to class while dancing like how Princess Aurora did when she met her Prince Phillip in the forest.

When he arrived at his classroom, he took a deep breath and opened the door. As expected, everyone's prying eyes were on him, checking him out in a bad way. Most of their facial expressions told him pure disgust, whilst others showed less disgust.... but just blank expressions, He guessed it was because he was a few minutes late, but when he looked at the clock he saw that he was right on time. The professor wasn't here, though, and at that exact moment he began to panic.

He hadn't even seen Justin, who sat in the back row with a smug smirk on his lips.

Louis squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to block out his screaming thoughts and people's noises. Sadly, nothing was working. Laughs were heard, along with whispers and shouts, and he swore he heard someone whisper his name a few times.

Maybe he was just being paranoid...

Huffing quitely, he made his way carefully through the 30 desks without trying to make a huge scene, feeling people's eyes burn holes into his neck. The grip on his books tightened, and he breathed in and out slowly to calm himself down. It was a bad idea to look to his right though, because sitting there was an evil looking Justin Walker staring at him like he was a fucking piece of meat.

Oh god.

Fuck.

Before he could have a breakdown, the professor's loud voice echoed through the classroom. "Louis Tomlinson, sit down, please!" As expected, some students began to laugh at him, including Eleanor Calder, who he had known since 9th grade and a girl who hated him for some reason.

He threw his bag on the desk that was a meter away from Justin, and sat down on the chair, making sure he was as far away from dickface as possible. His palms were already sweaty, and to make it worse, his legs were starting to shake like he was about to jump off a 100 meters high cliff. Gulping, he kept his eyes on the window to his left and observed how beautiful the snowflakes falling from the sky were, coating the ground with a blinding white colour.

His heart raced in a bad way when a paper piece hit his face, and it became worse when he felt someone breathe down his neck. He almost bursted out in tears when he realised it was Justin, not at all understanding how that disgusting boy was so close to him all of a sudden when his damn desk was a meter away.

Couldn't the professor see how disturbing it was?

"You're such a faggot," Justin whispered, startling Louis as the douchebag grabbed his arm with a hard grip, "a little fag boy, huh? You would love to see me thrusting into you, yeah?"