Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Chapter Eight

Louis' P.O.V.

Harry stares at me, his mouth slightly agape in utter shock due to what I just said.

"You're beautiful, love." I say to Harry, repeating that I think he's beautiful.

"You don't mean that -"

"I do mean it, Harry." I tell him honestly, stepping closer to him. "I didn't say it just to make you happy."

Before Harry can respond, the warning bell sounds throughout the hall. I look expectantly at my precious Harry.

"Well, let's hurry, I don't want you to be late to class, beautiful." I say to Harry, taking a risk by reaching for his hand that's not holding his class materials.

"Louis..." Harry begins, his voice in a fragile warning tone. "Wh-"

"Just let it happen, love." I say softly, my heart beating a tad bit quicker, and the deed is then done.

My hand fits into Harry's perfectly, and I know he feels the fireworks I just did. Neither of us say a word as we quickly walk to Harry's first class. The entire way my heart is beating quickly, my face heated just as much as Harry's. He's affecting me this much just by holding my hand.

Imagine if we kissed...

He's kissed me on my cheek so many times, and each time made me feel so fuzzy inside. But if we were to ever kiss on the lips...

I'd probably shed a tear.

Yes, it's that serious.

"Louis, we're here now." Harry says softly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

We stop walking, and are now indeed at Harry's classroom. We're standing outside of the door, and many pairs of eyes are starting hard at us. Some eyes travel down to Harry's hand in mine, and Harry removes it quickly.

"Thanks for walking me to class, Louis." Harry says, and I know he's feeling uncomfortable from all the people watching us.

"Mr. Styles," says Harry's teacher, walking towards the door. "Please come join my class, mister." She says sternly, eyeing me with suspicion.

"I'll see you soon, Harry." I say, surprising myself by pressing a small, yet lingering kiss to his cheek.

"Enough of this love affair," snarls Harry's teacher, snatching him into the classroom and slamming the door in my face.

The bell rings loudly, signaling that class is now to begin. I look through the window on the door and give Harry a small wave.

Harry's P.O.V.

I have back at Louis with blushing cheeks and a small smile. He smiles back before turning away from the door and walking down the hall. I take my seat at the back of the classroom, and I am glad that there is an empty desk next to me. Louis will definitely be sitting there. As the teacher pulls up the warm-up on the smartboard, I discreetly slide the empty desk closer to my desk.

I must not have been discreet enough, because that's when Daniel speaks up.

"Mop head, what the hell are you moving that desk for?" He asks me rudely, and the teacher makes an obnoxious shh noise.

"None of your business, Daniel." I say in an attempt to stick up for myself.

Daniel rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Don't speak to me like that, hoe." Daniel says through gritted teeth, glaring at me with furious amber eyes. "I'll damn sure make you regret it." He threatens me, and I stiffen.

I don't say anything back, and I shift my attention up to the smartboard. The warm-up is balancing equations, and I finish faster than almost everyone in the class. Chemistry is one of my best subjects, but when it comes to romantic chemistry... I don't even think I get an F.

I get an I for "incomplete".