Crossing Oceans

Chapter 8: A test in History

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Harry loved history. He loved most subjects actually, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew he was a bit of a nerd. When Harry met Nick in elementary school, Nick always teased him about finishing his homework twice as fast as everyone else. Harry always blushed, embarrassed, but he would make sure to tease Nick back by talking badly about his hair. This teasing and criticizing of each other made their bond stronger, and soon they were best friends, walking to each class together.

As Harry walked arm-in-arm with his dream boy Louis, he couldn't help but wonder where Nick could be. His concern showed plainly on his face as Louis looked up at him.

"Curly... you alright? Not enough air at your altitude or something?" Louis teased, making fun of the boy's height. Harry chuckled at the joke.

"No no the weather's fine," he smiled. Louis frowned.

"Then why do you look like you can't breathe? Are you nervous because it's almost class time?" Harry blushed.

"No class could make me as flustered as you," Harry mumbled, looking away. He became hypersensitive to Louis's smaller fingers on his arm. Louis let out a small sound, a mixture of a squeal and a cough. Harry turned to Louis with wide eyes.

"Wait... did you... did you hear me?" Louis smiled and winked.

"Only if you wanted me to." Harry blushed even deeper at the suggestive wink and Louis just laughed, gripping his arm tighter.

"MOVE OUT THE WAY VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE COMING THROUGH," Louis yelled as he shoved his way through the lunchtime crowd, dragging Harry with him. Harry giggled as other freshmen gaped at Harry's escort to class.

The boys were rounded the corner and burst into the history room just as the bell rung. All eyes in the lecture hall were on the new kid, Harry Styles, but soon shifted to his escort, the famous bad boy Louis Tomlinson.

The teacher cleared her throat.

"Louis Tomlinson. Nice of you to show up to a class for once." Harry feel his eyes narrow. She had no need to be rude to angel Louis. Louis rolled his eyes.

"So nice to see you too Caroline." He remarked, words dripping with sarcasm.

"That's Mrs. Flack to you sir!" the woman exclaimed forcefully. "Take your seat Tomlinson." Louis snorted and marched off to the back of the class.

Mrs. Flack turned to Harry.

"And are you Harry Styles? I was just about to call your name for attendance. Please take your seat." Mrs. Flack smiled and gestured to the last open seat.

Harry began walking timidly to the seat as he looked to see if it was close to Louis. With some dismay, he realized that Louis's chair was in the last row and his was in the middle. Louis frowned as Harry smiled and sat down next to a pretty blonde girl who looked like a model.

Mrs. Flack began to talk about something related to China and the Opium War so Harry tried to take notes. While he wrote, his extra pencil rolled off of the table and under the chair of the girl sitting next to him. He turned to see it roll and stop under the heel of a girl's shoe.

Harry's eyes followed the line of the girl's leg and came face to face with the same sickeningly sweet smile that he saw at Orientation.

"Heyyyy Harry. Anything I can help you with?" Zoella Horan said, giving him a wink.