bad boys (l.s.)

four.

School was on Monday, but Harry felt sick. At least, that's what he told his mom. Honestly, he was scared. There was this big presentation they were doing in English, and Harry was doing everything he could do get out of it.

"Harry. You're obviously not sick. Now what's the real reason you don't want to go to school?" Anne walked into Harry's room, sitting down on his bed.

"We're doing this dumb presentation. And you know how I get, mum." Harry has had a stuttering problem since he was a little kid. Plus, Louis was in that class, and Harry did not want to embarrass himself in front of his crush.

Yes, Harry had come to terms with the fact that he had a crush on Louis. And not a small one, either.

Harry walked into school extremely nervous. English was first hour. He walked to his locker, smiling when seeing a certain feathery-haired boy standing by it. "Hey." Louis said, grinning.

"Hi, Lou. Hey, I didn't know you had an eyebrow piercing." Harry said, and Louis wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yep, but I only wear it on special occasions." Louis said, and Harry slammed his locker shut, note cards in hand. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?" Harry asked nonchalantly, beginning to walk to class. Louis walked with him, saying, "Duh, Haz. The presentations. Even though I have no clue what they're about and I'm planning on just winging it. This is my lucky ring." Louis pointed to his eyebrow piercing.

Harry nodded, smiling. "Well, the speech is about the book we have been reading all month." Harry said, his eyes widening at the look of confusion on Louis' face. "Oh my god where have you been? It's only the thing we've been working on for the last two months!" Harry exclaimed, but Louis just shrugged.

"Wanna skip?" Louis asked, and Harry was contemplating it. "Yeah...I really don't want to do that speech." Harry said, and now Louis was the one with the look of surprise strewn across his face. "Really? You don't seem like the type to skip." Louis said, and Harry just shrugged, so he grabbed the taller boy's arm, dragging him to the football field.

Once there, Louis laid in the grass while Harry made a flower crown. "Why do you make those?" Louis asked, gesturing to the half-made flower crown sitting in Harry's lap.

Harry shrugged, pouting. "I just...I don't know. I've been making them since I was little. When I used to get bullied, these were just like my shield from the world. I've just been doing them every since." Louis pouted but nodded, moving and laying down so his head was right in Harry's lap.

Harry smiled, beginning to play with Louis' hair. "That's sad, Harry. But I swear to god if anybody even tries to hurt you I will literally murder them. And that's a promise." Harry smiles, taking in Louis' beauty.

Harry finished up the flower crown and put in on Louis' head, and Louis smiled, fixing it so it was straight.

Harry could get used to this.