Forced Fate (Larry) ••Collab••

Fifth.

Louis' POV:

I'm about to enter the boys' restroom before the class begins when suddenly Harry runs over to me and grabs my collar, slamming me against the wall.

"What is fucking wrong with you?" he shout.

"What are you talking about?" I shout and push him away.

"You told them I'm gay and we're going to get married!" Harry shouts.

The halls are already empty because everyone is in their classrooms probably learning some boring stuff.

"Yeah I did. You know what position I have here." I say smirking.

"Oh my god yes you're the fucking captain of the football team!" Harry shouts angry.

"I didn't mean that but that's true as well. No, I meant that they do and believe everything I say because I'm the captain of the football team." I say.

"Why did you do that? Now they think you're gay as well!" Harry shouts.

"God are you new here? I always make gay jokes!" I shout.

"But this is no joke!" Harry says harshly.

"Oh so you're really gay? Great." I say and he rolls his eyes.

"God you're so annoying!" he says and I smirk.

"You'll have to learn to love me babe." I say smirking.

"Don't call me that!" Harry warns.

"Sorry." I say and blow him a kiss before I go into my classroom.

"Tomlinson, where have you been?" my geography teacher, Mr Morris, asks.

"I'm sorry, I had to talk with one of my teachers." I lie and he nods.

I sit down on my seat and Niall raises his eyebrow.

"What have you really been doing?" he asks smirking.

"Annoying Harry." I say smirking.

"You really told them about everything, huh?" Niall asks and I nod.

"Yup, this is going to be fun." I say smirking and open my book.

After school I hug Niall good bye and leave the building. I sit down in my car and my phone beeps so I take it out and look at it.

From: Unknown

To: Louis Tomlinson

Louis we have to talk. Come to the old playground. - Harry

Playground Date? Really?

Where did he get my number from? Why do we have to talk? I have to see him the rest of my life, can't I have some time without him first? God this kid is getting on my nerves more everyday. I start my car and drive to the playground, parking in front of it. I see Harry sitting on one of the swings, slowly swining back and forth.

"What do you want and where did you fucking get my number from?" I ask and he quickly turns around.

"Why do you scare me like that?" he asks.

"C'mon I don't have all day." I say.

"This whole situation is for me just as bad as for you, ok? So I definitly don't need any gay rumors. I got your number from a friend." Harry says and I smirk.

"Since when is this so funny to you?" he asks.

"I don't know. I just imagined it would be pretty funny if I make some fun of it." I say.