I Shouldn't Have Kissed You

Chapter 2

Louis' P.O.V.

 I quickly pull open the door to the bathroom, and rush down the empty hallway. When I finally reach my locker I freeze. 

''Please be in there, please be in there'', I repeat to myself while searching through my bag for my small composition book. 

''Shit!'', I say to myself when I realize its not in there. 

That book has every personal thought and feeling I have ever experienced for Harry. If he sees it, I will be screwed, and he will not hesitate to humiliate me infront of our entire Senior Class. 

I pull my bag over my shoulder and rush back towards the bathroom. I take a deep breath before reaching out to grab the door handle when the door swings open. I bite down on my lip, and hold my breath, expecting Harry, but my tension dissolves and I relax when Liam comes out of the bathroom. 

"Liam! Is Harry in there?" 

"Harry?" Liam looks at me suspiciously, while wiping his hands on his pants.

''Uhh...'' I studder, unsure of what to say. 

Liam isn't mean to me like other people, but we aren't close friends either. I mean, yeah, we do talk, but only about studying. 

''Nevermind, I .. gotta go!'', I say quickly, and run back to my class, leaving behind a confused Liam.

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Harry's P.O.V.

 ''I quite enjoyed gym class today. The way Harry's lucious, curly hair bounces while he jogs, and how his lips part when he takes deep breaths while he sprints sends a rush of electricity through my body. His eyes are bright, and green like an angel's. Harry's my angel, but he doesn't ever notice me. I would do anything to hold one of his big, but gentle hands, or to feel his perfectly sculpted body against mine. Harry Edward Styles <3 ''

"Harry!' 

I snap my head to the right to where Niall is staring at me. I watch his eyes move from my face to the compostion book in my hand. 

"Whatcha reading there mate?"

''Uhm.n-nothing. I don't read, Dickhead. You should know that by now.'', I say quickly, trying to read his expression. 

''Right, ha. I almost forgot. Well, I'll see ya at lunch. Time for another nap while this lecture continues'', he says rolling his eyes. 

I give him a half hearted smile, and make myself comfortable in this dumbass desk. I can't help but think about all the things Louis wrote in his book. Is it possible that someone could secretly give so much of their attention to someone? Especially me. I treat him like shit. 

Images of Louis and I being together flood my mind, and I shake my head trying to block them out. Why am I thinking about that? Why am I starting to feel guilty for what I did? Its not like it should matter. I'm Harry Styles. Hottest senior, throws the best parties, has the most friends, and can get anything. Why do I care suddenly about a little twit who I insulted?

I think once I get some alcohol into my system I'll be completely fine. The party at Zayn's tonight is going to be epic. Hot girls, beer, and lots of dancing. I wonder if Louis will be there? Most likely not, since I'm pretty sure he's never been to a party in his entire life. 

I shake my head as I realize that I was thinking about Louis again. When I look over I see Niall staring at me. I furrow my eyebrows silently asking him 'what?' All I get for an answer is him turning his head the opposite way. 

The rest of the class flies by, and I catch myself thinking about Louis multiple times. I just really need to go out, and find a girl for the night to get rid of this mess in my head. 

After what seems like 5 hours, the bell finally rings announcing lunch. I walk down to the cafeteria, my eyes searching through the crowded halls for Lou-....Kayla. I remind myself that I was searching for Kayla. 

 I enter the lunch room and walk over to our table. I pat my back pocket one last time, making sure that the compostion book is still there. Everyone greets me with high fives and praises, while Niall watches me with intense eyes. I ignore his strange glare and sit down next to Kayla. She instantly grabs my hand, and I want to pull away but I resist. 

"...I  could beat any of you wankers at arm wrestling. I am the strongest on the team after all." I hear Zayn say in his cocky way. 

"Even me?" Everyone at the table turns to look at me.

''Hell yeah, wanna try me?'', he says rolling up his sleeves, and putting his elbow on the table with his hand open. 

''Just don't cry after I humiliate you infront of all these people'' I say while doing the same, and keeping a grin on my face. 

We clasp onto eachothers hands' and wait until Kayla says go before we begin our little battle. Just as I am about to win, the figure of a tiny boy with glasses and a jumper catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to the side, but before I see him, I already know who it is. Louis walks in, making his way over to his table where he sits alone. Before I know it, Zayn put all his strength into pushing my hand down, taking advantage of me being distracted, and pushes my arm all the way down. 

'' And there ya go, fellas. Proof'', he says smiling a crooked smile, and leaning back on his chair. I shake my head, and right when I begin to lean back in my chair too, trying to figure out a way to get to Louis when I hear Niall's voice in the distance, repeating familiar words. I didn't realize how silent the cafeteria had gotten, and everyone's eyes was focused on Niall and a small book he had in his hand. 

No. Not a small book. 

A small composition book....