Louis' POV
I walk into the classroom, looking around. It seemed like a pretty settled classroom. I nod to myself, then take a seat.
Class only started in five minutes, loo over at the students and spotted a curly haired boy, we made a quick glance at each other, until he looked away.
I stand up, as the bell rings and grab the attendance sheet along with a pen. "Hello class. I'm Mr. Tomlinson, your English teacher for the year." I smile. "I'm going to give out attendance now, so just say here or present."
I get a few nods, with okays. I look down at the sheet, starting to call out the name. But then I noticed I didn't call the boys name.
"Um.. You're not on the sheet. What's your name?" I ask, with a smile. "Uhh.. I'm Harry. Harry Styles."
I nod, skimming through the list again. "Oh! I got it now, sorry." I mark him down. He smiles, shaking his head. "It's alright."
His name seemed to fit him, throughout the whole class, we just kept staring at each other or was it just me? I was honestly staring at him.
I sigh as the bell rings and hand them each a paper before they walked out. I bite my lip, looking over at Harry. He just had to be the last person out.
I smile, looking over at him. "Did you lose something?" He nods. "Yeah, my pen, but I think I gave it to someone." He shrugs, walking to the door. I nod, handing him a paper. "Okay, see you tomorrow."
