Incredibly Loud, And Extremely Close (larry stylinson)

Chapter 1

Louis POV

I stumbled into class on the first day of uni as a junior. I had to take an English course this year, which I absolutely hated. I had always preferred things like Math, because their was always a right answer.

The professor was already talking. I made my way to the back of the classroom.

Thats when I saw him.

A dark brown curly haired boy, with the brightest green eyes. His skin practically glowed.

I saw his red lips speak, as he spoke to the blonde haired boy who sat next to him.

The boy next to him must have said something funny, because he smiled with the deepest dimples I've ever seen.

He was fucking beautiful.

I must have been staring at him, and not paying attention, because I tripped over the leg of his desk, and all my books spilled out of my hand.

Everyone turned to look at me.

Look what you've done now, the voice in my head says.

"Oh, Erm here." The boy says.

I scramble to pick up the books before he does.

"No, I got it." His voice is rough and deep, yet smooth.

He hands me me my books, and gives me a smile.

I almost collapsed right their.

"Thank-k you." I stutter, giving him a crooked smile. He nods his head, smirking.

Everyone had turned back to the professor now. I sat behind his desk, and put my books down.

He turns around.

"We're on page 132." He tells me.

I get my book out and open to page 132.

"Thanks again." I say shyly.

He doesn't like you, faggot, The voice tells me. I cringe, hoping he doesn't notice.

"I'm Harry, by the way." He tells me, smiling.

Why was he being so nice to me? Why was he even acknowledging my existence?

"I'm Louis-" I begin.

"I know who you are." Harry says, chuckling.

I raise my eyebrows, how could know who I am? Nobody really ever cares about me, I seem to blend in with everyone else.

"Really?" I ask, surprised.

"Yeah we went to the same secondary school. You probably don't remember me, I was two grades below you." He tells me.

If their was a boy as beautiful as him that went to my school, I think I would remember him.

"Oh, I'm sorry I don't remember you." I apologize.

"Don't be, I'm not very unforgettable." He laughs.

I nearly scoff at his comment. I mean, the boy was practically glowing. And his smile. He seemed like he was pretty unforgettable.

"Quiet in the back." The professor yells, which startles me.

Harry laughs, and his eyes don't leave mine. I laugh also, and he gives me one last quick smile then turns back around to the front.

I tried to concentrate on the lesson for the rest of class, but my eyes kept drifting back towards him, and I wasn't the only one.

I could see every single girl in this classroom drooling over him, and every time he would look in their general direction, they would twirl their hair and wink at him.

He's straight, you ugly faggot, The voice tells me.

I look back down at the floor, and keep my eyes trained their for the rest of class.