Fire Meets Gasoline || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Four

"I knew it! I knew you had a crush on Harry! You two will be the cutest couple!" Sophia is shouting now and everyone is looking over at their table.

Louis was internally shouting. He needed some sort of drug in his system now if he wasn't going to kill someone.

"I like you too, Louis. I have for a while." Harry speaks shyly. Louis just stares at Harry with a blank face and then turns to look at everyone else. All the guys have the biggest snarky grins on their faces while the girls look like they've seen a basket of puppies.

The bell rings letting everyone know to head to their next hour. Luckily for Louis he would be able to get away from everyone but Harry. He had study hall next hour and Louis usually loved that hour because he could secretly smoke weed and nap.

Louis gets up from the table and ignores any calls of his name. When Louis is out of the cafeteria he feels delicate hands hold onto his arm. Louis stops immediately to look down. Latched onto him is Harry, looking right back up at him.

"What are you doing?" Louis tries his best to not sound hateful.

"Walking with you to study hall, I thought we could go together." Harry smiles and begins to pull Louis towards the class.

Does he think we're fucking dating? Louis thinks to himself as Harry leads the way. Harry and Louis enter the class and everyone turns their heads to look at the pair. Louis sees many smiles from everyone as Harry hangs onto him. Inside Louis is loving having Harry attached to him, just a small bit of him is loving that contact. But then the rest of him felt on fire, ready to burst in a ball of rage.

"Let's go sit." Harry whispers into Louis's ear. The whisper was filled with no seduction, something Louis wasn't used to.

Louis takes a seat in the back of the class away from all the obvious stares. Harry sits down right next to Louis, one of his thighs was practically on top of Louis's.

"Do you mind?" Louis glares at Harry causing him to blush and scoot over.

"Sorry." Harry squeaks and Louis rolls his eyes. Louis has a system during this hour. He has drugs in his locker which he takes in the bathroom which typically takes Louis ten minutes. He then comes back and takes a nice drugged out nap. Most did homework in study hall but Louis wasn't like most.

"Listen Harriet, I gotta go get something from me locker. Save me seat will ya." Louis hops up from his seat and heads out of the classroom. Harry wasn't the least bit offended by Louis's nick name, no he quite liked it. Louis was sprinting down the halls to retrieve the weed from his locker. Weed was one of Louis's favorite drugs. It made him relaxed and sleepy. When Louis is coming back, he spots Harry outside the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Louis asks with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I missed you and knew you would be coming here." Harry spoke softly as he fluttered his eyelashes.

"Do you do that on purpose and how the fuck did you know I would be coming here?" Louis's voice is filled with agitation and Harry takes a step back.

"I do what on purpose? And I sometimes I follow you when you leave in study hall." Harry mumbles as he looks down at his feet embarrassed. Louis rolls his eyes stepping into the bathroom and lights his joint.

"That innocent act, why do you do that and don't be a fucking stalker." Louis exhales a huge cloud of smoke.

"Smoking cigarettes aren't good for you. And I'm not doing any act and I'm not that innocent." Harry tries to defend himself but Louis just blows a cloud of smoke in his face.

"It isn't a cigarette, it's weed. Yeah right, you're the purest thing since mother fucking virgin Mary." Louis laughs as he's almost finished with his blunt.