Monday came around quicker than expected, especially when Louis had spent all Sunday moping around his house between random sleeps. It wasn’t as if he’d sorted out his mind, decided what to do; everything was still as confusing as ever. He still didn’t know how to sort things out without hurting his best friends or boyfriend –maybe even both.
It wasn’t too much, maybe an extra sprinkle, but Louis had felt guilty for not speaking to Harry for the rest of Sunday after he’d woken up. Because of this, in a rush of self-belief in his ability of ignorance towards events and emotions, Louis had dropped Harry a text late at night to say that he was going to pick Harry up from school the next day.
Pushing aside everything and focusing on the day ahead, Louis was just shy of nervous.It was just his second time going to Harry’s school, but this time it was different. Last time it was with purpose to support Harry and make sure he was okay, but this time was with no real purpose at all. Of course he wasn’t going to embarrass Harry and wait right outside the gates like a doting mother at the end of a child’s first day, but still, students would pass him by. He wasn’t arrogant when he thought that they’d know who he was, because some wouldn’t give a fuck, but some might remember him from the talent show and he wasn’t sure how they’d react to that. There’d been judgemental eyes in their direction and it was more the effect that those eyes would have on Harry which worried Louis more. He didn’t want to be an embarrassment or a hindrance to his boyfriend.
The sun was blaring down on the glass of his car windows, heating the car up inside like he were a ready meal. The breeze which was making the trees sway was so inviting as the heat slipped in between the denim jacket which covered his arms and his tanned skin. As he waited down the street from the school, with a few minutes until the end of school, he couldn’t resist stepping out of his car to lean at the front. He was aware that it might’ve looked cliché, especially when the collar of his jacket just had to be turned up or else it’d look too soft of an outfit, but he wasn’t too bothered because at least he wasn’t surrounded by sweltering heat. At least he wasn’t trying to show off his car, nobody would show off a rusty Nissan Micra, anyway. His dark blue and white stripy t-shirt was a godsend when the breeze blew harder, causing little specks of cool air to filter through to his chest and settle in his pores. His hands were in his pockets but one kept reaching out to thread through his hair, pushing up that one little piece which always fell too close to his eyes.
He heard the chatter before he saw the throngs of students filing out. He could see them making their separate ways at the top of the road where the school gates stood, some crossing the road, some going left, some going right. It was a mass of black and white, a sight that Louis didn’t see that often. It had been years since he had had to wear said type of uniform, and he wasn’t complaining. Having to wear a restraining tie which had two uncomplimentary stripes wound through was never his favourite part of school, and seeing the boys all pulling them loose made him remember that feeling of relief.
It wasn’t until he heard loud bounds of boyish laughter that he cracked out of his daze. He looked over to the sidewalk, noticing a group of boys pushing each other in a boisterous, playful manner. He remembered those times with a discreet smile on his face; they were all part of The Good of school. As his gaze roamed over them in nothing but wonder and boredom, he noticed a familiar head of curls hovering behind.
Louis’ blue eyes zeroed in on them and finally spotted the recognizable green eyes of Harry’s, a comforting sight. Louis was quick in wondering why Harry was with the laddish boys, standing behind them with an expression that Louis couldn’t see. It wasn’t like Harry was part of that group, from what he could see and from what he knew from previous conversations, and it wasn’t like he was being forced either –so that disposed of the flash of worry that Harry was being bullied.
