~Harry's point of view~
I woke up that morning, Dragging myself out of bed into the bathroom to pee. I went downstairs and ate the breakfast my lovely mum had made me. I then went back upstairs and got me clothes on and grabbed my bag, "Mum do you know where my car keys are?" I groan as i can't find them "They are hanging on the key ring i picked them up last night." I huff "Mum." I complain and go downstairs and grab my keys and walk out the door getting into my orange camero. I parked my car in the parking lot getting out and running into school and quickly sit in my art class seat and watch the teacher draw a lollipop on the board and he announces "Today class we will be drawing the first thing that pops into our minds." He says while passing out the papers and Harry grabs one and sighs and starts trying to draw something. Nothing popping into his head. He sat there for at least a good half hour of the class and looked around "What am i gonna draw?" He mumbles and something catches his eye and he starts drawing. It without second thoughts about it.
~Louis point of view~
I sat there and drew my dream boyfriend, Yes I'm gay don't judge me. I drew nice curly hair and nice pretty eyes and the cutest little dimples on earth and i smile and look around then stop dead on the guy that looks exactly like my drawing. God dammit, how did this happen? Maybe i should pay attention to my surroundings more often. I need to talk to that boy, he is absolutely perfection.
~After class~
I get up gathering my stuff in my bag and go to the curly haired boy "Hello!" I smile cheerfully and see the tall boy then around "Hi." He says politely "What did you draw?" The curly haired boy blushes "Umm... Well... Accidentally.. You.." He looks down and i smile and laugh a bit "Really?" He nods and i blush "I'm Louis." I smile and he smiles "I'm Harry, nice to meet you louis." I nod "The pleasure is all mine." I smile.
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon An Art Class (Larry)
FanfictionAccidentally drawing each other? Or is there something out there giving them a sign that they were meant to be thinking of each other.