Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 1

-Louis

"Louis William! If you don't get out of bed right now, I will come up there with a bucket of cold water!" I groan and sit up from my nice warm bed.

"Louis! Get up now!" Dad screams from downstairs once again.

"I'm up!" I quickly shower and get dressed then run downstairs to see Dad feeding Niall.

"Come on, Niall." Dad holds the spoon up to Niall's mouth but he turns his face away with a whine.

"They are yum, yum, yummy!"

"Really Dad? While I'm trying to eat? Save that for when I leave."

"It helps motivate him!"

"Daddy! Where is my school blazer?" Harry comes running down in his school uniform with a sour look on his face.

"It is in the dryer. If you bothered to listen last night then we would not be in this situation." I take a look at the clock and take one more spoon full of cereal before standing up.

"I must be going." I grab my bag and put my bowl in the sink.

"I called Nicola and she will be here with Niall but when you get hom-"

"I know the drill, Dad. I do this everyday."

"Have a good day!" I walk out the door and take out my phone. I continue to type on my phone before realising that I had bumped into someone.

"Oi! Watch where you're going mate." The mysterious voice calls as I start to look up. I look up at the innocent lad and completely lose it.

"I'm so sorry! You dropped your book. It must be my fault because I wasn't watching where I was going and I-"

"You're fine." He grabs the book out of my hand, keeping his eyes on mine. I try to break the silence by clearing my throat.

"You must be new here." He nods as we both stand up.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I haven't seen you around here."

"I just moved in a couple days ago. I'm Zayn."

"I'm Louis." He smiles as we start to walk down the sidewalk.

"Where are you from?" I almost tripped on my own shoe but regain posture and try to act as if nothing happened.

"Born and raised in Bradford. Well, not anymore." He frowns a bit as we walk up the steps to the school but I pat his shoulder and reassure him.

"Don't worry, you are going to love it here!" We enter the school and it's a complete mess. Everyone is scrambling to get to class, couples are trying to have a quick snog session before the bell rings and some teachers are rushing to grade papers in the hallway. I turn back to Zayn with a shrug.

"What class do you have?" I cross my fingers behind my back and pray that he has English class with me.

"Please have English class with me."