Dear Ally

Chapter 2

Ally's POV:

"Seriously Louis, you have to be nicer to him. He is our teacher you know?" I said to Louis, squeezing his hand a little as we walked down the hallway. By now, most people were used to seeing us walk down the hallway hand in hand. Some people on the other hand, were not used to it or even happy about it.

Some of the girls that Louis has had a past with are not so happy about seeing us together. Most of them were okay with it, but some weren't. They shot me nasty looks in the hallways and tried to knock into me.

Louis would get frustrated and try to unlink his hand from mine. I would just give him a reassuring squeeze too his hand, and he would soften his ground. I would try and tell him that it doesn't matter what they think because he has me. He doesn't listen.

"Because Ally, he is the teacher who gave me a fricken F on my essay for 'getting off topic'." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Because you did get off topic." I said through laughs. Louis laughed at my words, as we reached his locker.

"You're so fricken hot, you know that?" Louis said to me. I could feel my cheeks get hot at his words, and the smile spreading across my face. He grabbed the books out of his locker, and slammed it shut.

He grabbed my hand again and walked me down the hallway. Our next class was music, which was right before lunch.

We walked to our seats and sat down. Almost everyone was there, and I looked around the room. The teacher wasn't even here yet.

"So how is my beautiful Ally this afternoon?" Louis asked me with a smile. I laughed at his words, biting down on my lip.

"I'm having a very nice day, actually."

"And why is that?" He said, lauging.

"Because...well atually I don't really know why." Louis laughed so hard his eyes crinkled. I loved when he did that. His cheeks got red, and he wiped his eyes from the 'tears' coming from them.

"You are amazing."

"You say that all the time, Louis."

"And what makes you think I don't mean it each time?" I smiled at him, staring at his lips. The teacher walked into the room.

"Sorry I'm late. Take out your music and we'll start singing." Louis rolled his eyes and pulled out the crumpled up sheets of paper from his backpack. I reached for mine, and looked at them.

After singing through two songs and having to hear Louis's nasty comments under his breath, we got to the teacher's favorite. Let it Be.

"Now, as I ask every single day, does anyone want to audition for the solo?" She looked around the classroom only to see that no one was raising their hands. I couldn't help but laugh at the lack of people willing to participate. She sighed. "I warned you all that I would pick someone randomly if no one volunteered so," she looked around the room until her eyes landed on Louis, "Louis, you come up and sing."

Louis's POV:

My eyes went wide at my name. "Hell no." I said.

"I called on you Louis. Now come up here and sing."

"I'm an awful singer."

"I never asked if you were good. I just told you to come up here and sing." I rolled my eyes. I don't want to sing this shit solo, and I certainly don't want to sing it in a concert. I looked over at Ally, who was motioning for me to go up.

I grabbed my papers and walked up to the front of the classroom. The teacher was smiling. "There we go, Louis! I'll play the piano, and you come in when you're ready."