Note: I'm sorry if this is boring. I'm going to skip school soon. I just needed gym class haha cx
About ten minutes before the bell's time to ring, the History teacher picked up her stuff and left the classroom. I looked around a bit confused. It seems that everyone is awake now, and hyper. The noises started getting louder. The laughter could probably be heard from across the hall.
"Mrs Hoskins leaves 10 minutes early every lesson" Liam explained as he turned around in his seat to look at me.
I nodded slowly. It seems like this is the only part of the History class that people actually enjoy. Before I could open my mouth, three guys hover around me.
"You're Harold, right?" one of them spoke, and I looked up at him. Blonde hair with brown roots, his accent stood out. Irish perhaps? Extremely pale skin and baby blue eyes.
"It's Harry" i said offering a small smile before looking at the other two. What were they, a gang?
I could recognize one of them; chestnut brown hair and glittery green eyes. He was the guy who was trying to make his friends laugh. So I'm guessing these two are the ones who were laughing uncontrolably.
"Well you're cute" The blonde one said with such enthusiasm that made me chuckle. The third guy, quiffed black hair, tan skin and amazing brown eyes, seemed to be upset by the words that the Irish one spoke.
"Niall, what the hell." he spoke. So I'm guessing the blonde is Niall.
"Not as cute as you" I said to Niall, shooting him a small wink.
Liam, Niall, the chesnut haired one and the jealous guy all looked at surprised. The tanned male grabbed Niall by the arm and dragged him away as they started bickering. I chuckled softly.
"The blonde one is Niall, and the other is Zayn" Liam said looking back at them.
"Are they together?" I asked, hoping I wasn't the reason of the couple's fight. Both Liam and the other guy laughed.
I'll take that as a no. I raised my left eyebrow as I looked Liam when he spoke.
"Everyone thinks that, but no, they're just close friends" he explained and I nodded.
"It's more like skinny love for those two" the other guy said, which made me look back at the couple.
They would certainly be cute together. "I'm Louis by the way" he said introducing himself.
"Harry" I said for the umpteenth time today.
"Where are you from?" he asked eyeing me as if trying to read my thoughts.
"Holmes Chapel, Cheshire" I answered giving Liam a 'whats wrong with this guy' look.
"What brings you here?" there he goes hitting the spot. Liam could probably see my expression change because he stepped in.
"Is this an investigation? Shouldn't you be glad they brought him instead of Emily" Liam spoke with a soft chuckle at the mention of this Emily. I looked at Louis to see him glare at Liam.
"You know, for a nice guy, you're really mean" Louis said as he messed with my hair.
"I'll see you later Harold" Louis said as he walked away with a smirk.
I groaned as I fixed my curls and watched Liam laugh.
Hearing the bell ring, I sighed.
"GYM TIME" Someone yelled, and in a matter of seconds, everyone got out of the class.
As I got up, it was only me who had no idea what just happened, Liam who was probably waiting for me and Louis who had lazily started to gather his things.
"Come on Lou, you know how couch gets mad when we're late" Liam said seeming a bit worried. Mad? Okay, I couldn't stand to have anyone mad at me. We better get going. I got up and was about to walk away when I realized that Liam was waiting on Louis. And since Liam has been really nice, it was only polite to wait for him. Fuck.
"I'm coming" Louis said with a slight sigh as he walked towards us. The three of us headed to the gym room, only to be confronted by an empty gym room. It was quite bigger than my old school, but that was only expected since my old school was small.
We walked to the locker room only to hear the couch yelling at the others to get dressed quickly. I saw Louis and Liam sneak in from behind the couch so I did the same.
"You!" the couch yelled. Geez, was I that bad at sneaking? I looked at him only to see his expression change.
"You're the new guy?" he asked with a more relaxed voice. What the actual fuck? I nodded slowly, and he nodded in return. Was this guy bipolar or something?
" Your shirt" he said as he threw it towards me. I caught it before looking at the number. 13.
"Okay boys, get to warming up, now" he said going back to yelling. He was a weird one.
