LOUIS' POV
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I can barely tell it's him. The only reason I can recognize him is his beautiful green eyes.
Gone is his greasy messed up hair. Gone are his torn shoes an clothes. Gone is his worn baseball cap.
In their place are a styled quaff, a white shirt and tight black skinny jeans, black converse, and a beanie.
A fucking beanie.
And it makes me fall for him even harder.
HARRY'S POV
I'm starting to think that people don't even know it's me.
I mean most of the girls here think that I'm the new kid.
"Hi... What's your name?" Jessica, a cheerleader practically purrs as I walk past. I glance back to see who's be talking to, and she's staring straight at me.
Me. Harry Styles.
I shake my head, not wanting to mess my little entrance up.
I clear my throat and put on a charming smile, letting my dimples flash cheekily.
"Harry Styles." I say with a flirtatious tone. Even though I have absolutely no interest in Jessica. At all.
I'm into guys. One guy to be exact.
Jessica looks confused. "Harry Styles? But.. Wait are you sure? That name sounds so familiar. And I've never seen you before...?"
"Oh but you have." I reply with yet another grin and walk away, leaving Jessica to stare at my ass in confusion.
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As I continue to walk down the hall, I look for one person. Louis.
When I see him, the bastard is staring straight at me. I smirk at him and he blushes.
He freaking blushed.
I strut up to him confidently.
"You know staring is rude, Lewis." I say it loud enough that heads have turned. They are looking at Louis for his reaction.
"I-I'm sorry Harold."
Harold?
"It's Harry." I reply with a wink. He looks so confused and just surprised and I find it fucking adorable. "Oh and next time you start to stare, take a picture. It lasts longer." I laugh cheekily and start to turn around.
"Punch the fag, Tomlinson."
"Beat his ass Tommo. I don't know who the hell he is but just, mess him up."
"Fuck you, Harry."
They say my name mockingly. But I will not break down. I turn around slowly to see a fist flying at my face. It's Louis.
I fall to the ground with a thud. He leans down in whispers in my ear. "Your lucky I like you Styles. Ruining my rep like that? Some people would get much worse."
He sitting on top of me, whispering in my ear. People are starting to get confused.
"Get the FUCK off me." I don't give him a chance though. I buck my hips and lift myself to my feet. I knee him in the stomach.
"Fuck you, Louis." I hiss and stomp away.
When I turn back, he actually looks upset. Even sad.
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LOUIS' POV
It hurt me, literally hurt me, to cause Harry pain. I finally realized why I was so sad. It was because of that once shy but now cheeky bastard that clawed his way into my messed up heart.
"What's wrong man?" I hear Zayn's muffled voice enter my mind.
I clear my throat. "Uh.. Nothing. Just thinking."
"Yah me too. School ending so quickly yah?" I nod and continue to stare at my hands. When I stay silent he speaks again.
"Are you sure your okay Lou-"
I cut him off with a punch to the jaw.
"I said.. I'm fucking... Fine!" I say as I continue to punch him.
Zayn scrambles away looking absolutely shocked, bewildered, and hurt.
"What the fuck happened to you Louis?" He whispers before sprinting away from me to his car.
Harry happened that's what.
