I Want Him to be My Boyfriend(Zarry&Nouis)

Chapter Four

(LOUIS' POV)

The next week or so goes without any problems. All of us are getting along rather well honestly, the lads and I love Niall. He's a great guy to have around, he's sweet and intelligent and a great laugh and just really cool in general. My crush on the blondie brunette may have me a bit biased but the others seem to agree. All of us are at least a few chapters into our books, even Niall and he doesn't like to read at all. Zayn had finished his already because he was Mr. I-Can-Read-Like-Lightening. I was only a third of the way in though. It was sad, I didn't typically like sad either. I liked happy and funny and laughs but this book was the kind of sad that I couldn't put down no matter where I was. Quite a few times that week I had ended up getting in trouble in my other classes for not paying attention because of that stupid sad book. 

I was sitting in my maths class now, trying not to pick up the book and hold it behind the textbook and just read while my horrid teacher taught us about hyperbole's or whatever. Slowly sliding my hand into the bag that sat beside my chair and grabbed the bright blue book that sat there. "Mr. Tomlinson!" I heard my teacher snap. I cringed as I looked up at his disapproving glare. The man was like Hawkeye, I hated it. 

"Yes, Mr. Morrison?" I asked, eyes wide as I lean back in my seat, pulling a water bottle out of the bag, thankful I had packed one that day. Mr. Morrison stared at me intensely over the thick frames of his glasses. He was a somewhat young teacher but he was very strict and very curt. I didn't like him at all. I wish I had a different teacher but I had to have him.

"Are you paying attention to the lesson? Out of all the students in this class, you should be paying attention most of all," he said firmly, still glaring at me. It was true, I wasn't the best maths student but it wasn't like I was failing completely or anything. I had rather good marks actually, just not as good as my other ones. Maths really wasn't my strong suit and I tried as hard as I could to be better at it but it just didn't work. 

"In all honesty, sir?" I asked, he gave me a nod. "Not at all. And I'm not that bad of a student. You just don't like me, it's probably because I'm actually a decent human being." It was in that moment you could hear a pin drop. That was probably too much. I could see Mr. Morrison trying to create a response to what I had said to him in his mind but drawing a complete blank. That was exactly why he wasn't an English teacher. I gave a heavy sigh and stood up, shoveling my notebook and pencil into my bag. 

"Where are you going?" My maths teacher finally managed to grumble out. 

"To the headmasters office. Or back to my dorm to wait for the headmaster to come snap at me once you tell him what I did. Whichever you prefer, sir," I explained as I slung my bag over my shoulder, pushing my chair in. I looked at him as I waited for him to answer, staring back at him with the same intensity he had stared at me with.

"I-- Fine. I'll have to think about it. You're dismissed from class today. You're all dismissed. You can thank, Louis," he rolled his eyes, capping the dry erase marker in his hand before weaving his way through the desks to his own. The class cheered and I just rolled my eyes. I was the first out of the classroom, quickly making my way across the green that seperated the dorm building and our actual school building. As I was quickly walking back to my room I heard someone singing and playing the guitar, usually I'd just brush it off but this voice... This voice was heavenly. It was as though an angel was singing right to me. I looked around for the source of the voice but didn't see anyone with a guitar or anyone singing. It was like the angel was hidden from me.

"I cannot hold your hand, to watch you go, I am a liar as you might know, I need you now, I need your touch and your lips, I need that smile, and your kiss," the voice sang out, it had sounded a bit sore but pretty wonderful and lovely at the same time. "You’re so cool, you’re so beautiful, you’re so, you’re so..."