Feels Like Home (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 3 ~ He's kinda... Dangerous

+ Julie's Point of View +

I got inside the school, and even if I just had been inside for like ... Three seconds? I just wanted to run all the way home and never come back. There was sooo many students in here, - and I thought it was many people outside, but here...? Wow. Doncaster had more teens than I thought.

I was about to go looking for my new teachers, but suddenly, I fell forward. Someone had been running into me. I turned my head and expected it to be my new bully or maybe some bitchy girl, but there was a guy.  And he didn't look like a bitch nor a bully.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't m-mean t-to...", he stuttered, but he never finished the sentence. He talked fast, and his accent didn't seem to fit in here. Where was he from? Ireland? I don't know.

"It's okey", I said with a frown and couldn't help but look at him. His hair was dirty blonde,  he had eyes as blue as the sea, and his cheeks were a bit reddish. He looked pretty cute, actually. "I'm Julie. What's your name?"

"Niall." He started to pick up the books he dropped when he ran into me, and I wondered if I should help him or not... "But wait..." Niall stopped and looked at me. "Julie as in... Julie Bennett?"

"Uhm, yeah? How did you know my last name?"

"Well, I'm supposed to sh-show you around the school today. You're in my class. I'm so sorry..." He looked down, and once again, I couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you sorry?" ... Okey, I know. That's the most stupid question ever. Of course he's sorry! He doesn't want to hang out with a loser like you all day?

"I'm sorry that you have to hang out with me today. If you hadn't already figured it out, I'm one of the biggest losers in this school. But maybe I can just walk you to class, and then you can ask the teacher if you can change to--?"

"No!", I interrupted. I was more than happy to get to spend my first day at school with someone like Niall. If he was a loser too, then I wouldn't feel as much as a loser myself. We could be losers together, right? "I don't think you're a loser. And I'd really like to hang out with you today. There's no need for me to change tour guide", I said with a smile.

Wow, was I really smiling?

"Are you serious?", he asked, like he didn't believe me.

"Yes, of course?"

"O-okey", he said, a bit confused. "This way, madame."

"Julie Bennett, I suppose? Nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Mr.Fletcher, your english teacher. Welcome to your new class."

I smiled slightly and shook his hand. "Thanks."

"You can sit beside Mr.Tomlinson over there." Mr.Fletcher gestured towards the guy who sat by the window. He looked like he just got out of bed, with messy hair and a tired look on his face. Headphones were plugged into his ears, and he eyed me from head to toe which made me feel very uncomfortable.

Everyone was staring at me when I walked over to the bench, but I tried to ignore the weird feelings.

While Mr.Fletcher started talking, I forced myself to look at that Tomlinson-dude. He hadn't even said hello yet? 

"Hi", I said, a bit insecure.

He didn't answer me. He just rolled his eyes and turned up the volume on his music. 

"Oh, nice to meet you too." I gave him a fake smile and turned around to look at the teacher again. This was going to be a looong lesson...

"Ready for next class?", Niall asked. "We're having biology."

"If that means I don't have to sit next to that Tomlinson-guy, then yes." I nodded.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry for that. It must have been awful. Louis doesn't really talk to people. Except for the ones who's hurting his friends and... Yeah."

"Who's Louis?", I asked with a frown.

"Tomlinson? Louis Tomlinson? The guy you just complained about? Does it ring any bells?"

"Oh... Okey, I see."

Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching us... I turned my head, and there, by the end of the corridor, a group of guys were looking at us. They were just looking, except for one guy, - who seemed to be the leader of the group. He was staring at us with a cold gaze, which made me feel uncomfortable again. I hated it when people were staring at me.

"Who's that?", I asked Niall and nodded in their direction.

"Oh, you mean the guy in the red basketball shirt? That's Liam." Niall shrugged.

"Why is he staring at us?"

"I don't know... Maybe it has something to do with me? They don't really like losers..."

"Stop calling yourself a loser, Niall." I thought about telling him that I was bullied at my old school, but I didn't want anyone else to hear so I kept quiet about it.

I opened my locker and took off my jacket. A few lockers away, Louis was standing and fixing with his phone. When he met my gaze, he slammed the locker and walked away.

"What else do you know about... Louis?"

"As I said, he doesn't really talk to me, or anyone, so I don't know that much. But he's one year older than us. He didn't make it last year so he had to start over. But he's not the kind of guy you'd like to be with, - trust me. He's kinda... Dangerous. Everything that has something to do with him means trouble."

Trouble? Okey, I was definately going to stay away from him...

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