Harry looked over shamefully at the group of the popular football jocks whispering to each other. He fixed his books in his hands before looking away.
He looked away for one moment only to have all of his stuff knocked out of his hands. All of his books, papers, and textbooks splayed all over the floor.
He heard loud laughs through the hallway before all of the boys walked away. But one stayed.
"Hey, you comin', Tommo?" The guys asked.
"Yeah I'll catch up." Harry looked up from the floor to see The Louis Tomlinson. Popular football jock. "Need some help?"
"Oh-oh it's okay," Harry stuttered. "You don't have to help me."
"Eh, I'd like to." Louis knelt down next to Harry, picking up loose papers. He picked up three tests that were taken days before. They were all 100%. "Do you have all A plusses?"
"Y-yeah," Harry answered.
"Do you think you could help me with studying for the big English exam coming up? I think I'm going to fail if I don't get some help."
"Sure I'll help you."
"Cool. Come to my flat tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Can't wait." Louis handed Harry the last few papers before walking off. Harry just shook it off then walked to class.
The next day, Harry was busy taking notes in English when the person next to him handed him a folded up note. He looked at the kid with confusion.
"Louis wanted to give it to you," he whispered. Harry put down his pencil and unfolded it. It was Louis' address. Harry folded it back up and put it in his pocket.
That night, Harry pulled up the flat before looking at the address. Right place, right time. He brought his bag full of school stuff to the door then knocked on it.
Louis answered it with a beer bottle in his hand. "Hey! Come on in!"
Harry brought all of his stuff inside then set it down at the table. He looked around. Looked just like every other high school kid's house. Minus parents.
"Where is your family?"
"Oh I moved out last year. They were always on my nerves," Louis said while sitting down at the table with Harry.
"Wow." Harry looked around again before pulling out all of his books. "So you're studying for English?"
"Yes. I didn't understand a word of the notes today."
"So we started with Shakespearean language..."
Later that night
"What does thou mean?" Harry asked as he looked at a vocabulary list to quiz Louis.
"You," Louis answered.
"Adieu?"
"Goodbye."
"You got them all right. Feel ready for tomorrow?"
"Hey are you single?" Harry was taken back by that question. "And yes I'm ready for tomorrow."
"Good."
"So... Single?"
"Yes... No one really falls for the nerds." He awkwardly fixed his glasses as Louis stared at him.
"Really? Because I beg to differ." Louis leaned forward and pulled Harry's glasses off. Harry put his face in his hands. "Come on, Styles. Let me see."
