Trapped Angel - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 4

Harrys pov

I watched the boy leave the classroom then I hurry out of the classroom,only to find the blue-eyed feathered hair boy waiting oit sode the door.

I was the last one out so was he waiting for me?

"H-hi" he stutters out.

"hey you waiting for me?"

"yeah I thought we could walk together as I have no friends if thats okay with you ?" I could see a blush creep on to his cheeks.

"Of course its okay to walk with me" I side hugged him.

He let out a whimper so I pulled back and pretended that I didnt hear it.

"o-oh o-okay" he stuttered out.

After about 5 minutes of trying to find the classroom we found it.

Zayn was waiting outside and Louis was gone from my side to behind me which actually realise that he is smaller than me.

"Hey haz!"

"Hey Z"

"Listen haz I have been pulled out of English today cause I have to do a job for my dad"

"Its okay go!"

Without another word Zayn was gone.

I walked in first and louis followed me in after I got a table at the back and called louis to sit next to me.

"Are you good at English?"

"well if i said i was it would be big-headed"

Mr Davies started talking about connectives.

"Alright guys your going to hate me after this cause its the first day back and your getting homework.."

All the class moaned and groaned except louis he just rolled his eyes.

"as I was saying before I got rudly interrupted you have homework but its more like a project and you get to work in pairs of your choice .."

Yet again Mr Davies got interrupted but this time it was cheers and yes's.

"hush down class the project is about poems and what you have to do is make a poem of your favourite song or film or random things I will now give you thirty seconds to get into pairs."

"want to work together?" louis asked.

I breathed in and he flinched so much he nearly fell off his chair.

"yeah sure" I said.

"So what do you want the poem to be about?" he asked.

"urm favourite song?" I sugggested.

"Yeah okay whats your favourite song?" he was now jotting ideas down in his notebook.

"A thousand years?" I said more like a question.

"Nice song that is," he said jotting somethings down.

I couldn't help but notice that he started to scratch his arm.

"what's yours?" I asked.

"cult of personality," he said hiding his face.

What is the matter with Louis?

The rest of the day went by like a sleep does..........

Louis pov

One question is still stuck in my head but another one has joined:

Why isnt he hitting me?

Why is he being nice to me? ......

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And there was the first update of the day!!!!!! another one later