Bad Boys Eat Twinkies || (bottom!Harry)

chapter two

"So, where are you from?"

The tall, burly guy--Liam?--ask Louis. His voice was a mere whisper, being that they were the only ones in the hallways. Faint chatter was coming from each room they walked by, some students doing work, and others snoring the day away.

"Doncaster," he answered. Liam hummed in approval, as their feet moved in unison. "You?"

"Wolverhampton. And then I moved here, to Bradford." Liam smiles, his cheeks all puffy and glowing. Louis' mouth twitches at the sight of it, a warm smile like that can have everyone trusting you.

"Does it ever rain here?" Louis asks, not really sure why he was so concerned about the weather, maybe just to create small talk. "The last place I moved from was extremely dry, I kinda miss dull weather like that."

Liam chuckles, sounding like a childhood Louis wishes he had.

"Umm, yeah, mostly in the fall and stuff, but since it's only October, there usually isn't as much."

Louis nods.

He isn't used to this at all. Having someone to talk to, even if they're just walking you to your next class. Louis wasn't really the social type, let alone the fighting type. And now, here he is, trying to conversate with a person he barely knows, especially with his fantastic social skills.

Damn, he's never felt so awkward.

Louis' fingertips skim his right cheekbones, then immediately wishes he hadn't. The skin is still tender, and if he were to look in the mirror, it would show as a red bruise, out for display.

Great way to start his first day.

"You'll be sporting that for a good few wekks, mate." Liam chuckles. "All the boys I've fought with had bruises for days. And boy, that was a punch."

Louis scoffs. "That punch wasn't shit," they turn the corner, passing by a few more classrooms. "I could've took him down, I just was caught off guard."

"Ah," Liam nods. "You've tossled with some big guys then, huh?" Liam playfully jabs Louis in the ribs with his elbow, not meaning to hurt Louis. But Jesus fuck does he not know how big he is.

Wincing--but smiling to show he's okay, he says,"Hell yeah."

And he's not lying. One time, a huge teen started teasing Louis, and with one swift punch, he was laid out on the floor.

"Your first class is Geometry, right?" Liam asks, in which Louis nods. 

"Cool. Your class is right here. See ya 'round!"

Liam waves as he descends down the hall. Louis lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Great, he made his first friend! he thought, as he turned the doorknob, entering his first class.

The whole class turned around to stare at him, the teacher stopping mid-lesson after realizing he wasn't the center of attention.

"Hmm." The teacher pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking Louis up and down until he was fidgeting.

"Tomlinson, right?" The teacher asked, turning on the ball of his feet to fetch a paper on his desk.

"Yeah."

The teacher takes a a piece of paper from his desk, humming some unidentified song to himself, while the class stays staring at Louis.

"Tomlinson, you sit there." The teacher points to the seat behind Louis, and he swears he must be dreaming.

The curly haired boy, Harry, has those piercing green eyes right on him, the seat next to his is vacant and he couldn't be more lucky. Harry smiles, gesturing to the seat next to him, and Louis moves to it, feeling more and more attracted to him like a magnet.

Maybe he is. With vibrant eyes like those, you can never miss him.

The teacher resumes to his lesson as soon as Louis sits back down, trying to listen to as much as he can, since he missed the whole thing. He's this close to actually dosing off against his hand until he feels a slip of paper slide onto his desk.

Louis furrows his eyebrows, opening the note to see dainty handwriting.

Hey, is your eye okay? Looks pretty bad :(

Harry x.

Louis smiles, feeling some sort of fuzziness knowing that the boy cares about him.

Yeah, it's not as bad as it looks, but I'll manage. Thanks for asking

Lou x.

Louis reaches over to an attentive Harry, who looks to be paying attention to the board, but he knows he can see Louis reaching out to give him the note. Louis sets it on his lap, ignoring how tense Harry gets when he comes in contact with his inner thigh coincidently, but he doesn't look into it.

Moments later, the same piece of paper lands on his desk.

No problem sweetie. The bruise suits you anyway ;)

Harry x.

Louis smirks at that. The bruise suits him? What does he mean by that?

He proceeds to ask that question, getting a response not so long after.

You know exactly what I mean, love.

Louis' breath hitched at that nickname again. He didn't know why. But that nickname have him shudders he didn't even know he could have from a thing like that. This Harry boy was already getting to him, and it didn't take him long.

Before he could say anything else, the bell rung, signaling the end of this class. The teacher greeted all of the students goodbye, as Louis say and watched everyone go, even the tiny minx Harry.

But what he didn't expect was for him to pass behind his chair, and pull Louis in unexpectedly close by the collar.

He didn't know Harry was gonna tease him silently, teeth gazing the shell of his ear, his lips soft and pliant against Louis' earlobe as he whispered:

"See ya 'round, daddy."

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Wow haha okay it's been a while since I've updated, since school had started. And my writing has gone to absolute shit in the process, so sorry if this story sucks rn lol. I promise it'll get better.

The age between Louis and Harry are 17 ish and 16, but Louis' turning 18 soon. Those are the ages for all my stories, except for when it's out of school. I plan to publish one where Larry are both adults, but I'm pretty sure no one will read.

Ugh this author's note is too long I'm sorry I really hope you guys loved this chapter. Read, vote, comment. Share. Love you all!

Troi

p.s. pray that I find my volleyball jersey?