Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)

Ch. 10 - Who's That?

A/N: Louis leak your contour routine.
Don't be selfish.
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Third Person POV

Harry walked into the school the next day with his hair tied up into a bun with a blue button up shirt that he rolled up to his elbows, and dark blue skinny jeans, with dark brown ankle boots.

As he walked down the practically empty halls--empty except for the early birds and the athletes who get to school early for practice--and turned left into the hallway that smelled usually of cardboard and new books, but today, as he got closer to his room, he noticed that he smelled something else.

He walked a little slower, perching his nose higher in the air as he tried to pinpoint the smell. When he couldn't, he walked further. He sniffed around and stopped by his door.

The smell was coming from inside. But he had his key, and he locked his door before he left last night.

Harry frowned before taking out his key from his pocket.

He slid the key into the lock and turned it all the way before opening the door slowly.

To his surprise, Mr. Tomlinson was sitting on the edge of his desk that faced the students' desks with a wrapped up sandwich on Harrys side of the desk.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, can I help you Mr. Tomlinson?"

He rolls his eyes.

"You know my name," he says, "you don't have to call me that."

"Oh," Harry replies.

He's not blind. He can see that Louis' interested but he's not. Harry has seen the way he treats people and he's genuinely rude. He's not like...Zayn for example (just for an example, sure), where his rude humor is charming, Mr. Tomlinson's rude to the point where he's mean, to the other teachers and sometimes to the students. Harry doesn't need that negativity in his life.

"Just figured I should keep it professional in the work place, you know," Harry clarifies.

Louis shrugs.

"I guess, yeah. I got you breakfast."

Harry clears his throat and walks over to his desk, setting down his satchel onto the floor and sitting in his desk chair, watching as Louis jumped down off of his desk.

He looks down at the breakfast sandwich before looking at Harry and tilting his head.

"Are you gonna open it?"

"Um...I don't really know you that well, because um...like we've only talked like three times...so it's kind of weird for me to just walk in and your just here sitting by yourself...plus the fact that you spent money on me is making me uncomfortable..."

Louis looks at him blankly.

Okay scratch that, Louis stared at him blankly.

For like a good two minutes.

Then he just smiles wide.

"So let me get to know you," he says softly, walking forward, his tiny feet making pitter patter sounds on the floor, pushing the sandwich towards Harry.