Styles Academy ¬ Larry *Solo Harry, Schoolboy Louis* #Wattys2017

Sometimes Following Your Heart Means Losing Your Mind

Harry's heart told him to enroll into Styles Academy.

The rule is listen to your heart, so that's just what the curly haired fucker did.

He enrolled into a year-round college dedicated to himself.

Who the fuck does that?

Harry Styles, apparently.

A successful 21 year old singer-songwriter that likes to fuck shit up and have fun.

Luckily for him, not only does he find someone to fuck shit up with, but also to fuck and be fucked by.

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Styles Academy.

Causing chaos since -

"IT'S HARRY STYLES! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE IN THE FRONT OFFICE! STUDENTS OF S.A. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!" Louis Tomlinson, star student of the school shouts, running down the hall like a maniac.

The entire sea of students pause in shock, then in what was less than a nano second, everyone screams and runs around frantically. Some girls drop down to the floor in a fit of hideous sobs, and some guys start making beats on the lockers and doing flips.

"Hell yeah!" one guy shouts, jamming to the beat of one of Harry's songs by pounding it on a locker. Louis grins from ear to ear as he leads the large crowd to the front office.

"WHAT DO WE WANT?!" Louis shouts, running with the crowd.

"HARRY!" the crowd chants back, making sure not to trample Louis over.

"WILL WE GET HIM?!" Louis screams, pumping everyone up even more.

"HELL YEAH!" the groups shouts, now at the front office. Louis smashes himself up against the glass wall outside the office, the crowd standing tall behind him.

Harry jumps at the hard sound of Louis throwing himself against the glass. With a smirk, Harry turns his attention to the ruckus outside the office. Everyone goes wild.

As if they weren't already.

"See all the commotion you're causing, Harry?!" Liam, Harry's manager shouts at him. Harry doesn't hear a word coming from Liam's voice, and that's all because of the blue eyed lad excitedly pressed up against the glass. "This is a bad idea, Harry!"

The minute Louis winks at Harry and smirks, Harry knows this experience is gonna be thrilling.

"I'd like to fill out the paperwork." Harry decides, giving Louis and the crowd a cheeky grin before turning back to the desk assistant. The young girl at the desk looks as if she will faint...

And she does just that.

"OH MY FUCKING-HARRY LOOK WHAT THE HELL YOU'VE CAUSED!!" Liam screeches, his eyes wide as he urgently leans over the desk. Before Harry can respond, the crowd screams their loudest and charge into the office.

"Oh, hell no!" Liam yells, taking a dive over the front desk in panic. Harry should've brought his body guard Paul, or even his other one, Zayn.

"Ahh!!" Harry screams as he's literally tackled down to the floor. Louis' eyes widen from where he's still pressed against the glass outside the office.

Immediately, Louis removes himself and runs into the office. Right at the sight of seeing Harry struggle on the floor, the crowd yanking at flowery suit, Louis loses it.

"HEY!" Louis screams so loud, the glass walls rattle. Everyone freezes, and Liam slowly rises up from behind the desk.

Right behind Liam, the girl that fainted earlier rises slowly, and begins fangirl flapping her hands at how close Liam is to her. It's taking all of her strength to be quiet, not wanting to anger Louis. Harry, still pinned to the floor, looks up into Louis' blue eyes.

"GET OFF OF HIM, NOW!" Louis shouts, stomping his foot, his hands in fists. The girls and guys of the crowd scramble up from the floor instantly, and Harry sighs in relief.

"If anyone tackles Harry to the floor again, you'll be dealing with me afterwards." Louis tells the crowd that's now moving far away to the walls. Some even walk back into the hall and stand there.

Louis reaches a hand out for Harry, and in that moment the two can't help but to lock gazes. Harry's large hand grips Louis' smaller one, and Louis pulls him up strongly. Maybe a little too strong, because Harry slams right into Louis, their faces so close. A bunch of girls in the crowd scream, pulling out their phones quickly. Louis' face heats up, and Harry's eyes are wide with surprise.

"Oh, just KISS HIM ALREADY, YOU FOOL!" faint girl (the front desk girl) shouts, making Liam flinch in shock, covering his ear. The air in the room seems to have risen to a thousand degrees.

Harry coughs awkwardly before he and Louis pull away from eachother.

"WHAT IN THE HEAVENS IS GOING ON HERE?!" yells Mr. Horan, the school's 22 year old headmaster. He freezes right once he shoved his way into the front office. "OH MY STYLES!"

"Hello, sir," Harry smiles politely, fixing up his suit. "I would like to join Styles Academy." Harry informs, not even maintaining eye contact with the headmaster, but with Louis now.

Louis grins, knowing in his heart and soul that this school is going to be lit as fuck with Harry as a student.