Forever young

Chapter 2.

Harry's POV.

"...and then he turned to me and said, guess, guess what he said!" Connie squealed ecstatic,

"What?" We all chorused, it sounded a bit like a drone but to be perfectly honest, Connie was so self obsessed it didn't have to matter,

"He said, I ship me and you!!!" I joined in the squealing, though I wasn't 100% sure who exactly they were talking about, but Connie being Connie, she was probably lying or extremely exaggerating the whole thing. I privately really disliked Connie, I didn't hate her, but she always made out she was hard done to, then told us stories about going on holiday and going to the concerts of all the biggest boy bands, god she's a bitch. As Connie started another holiday story, I turned ever so slightly to the right, me and about seven other girls were all clustered around the vent, in a-block, that was primarily there to keep the boiler room from over heating. It wasn't a cold day, as it was September but it was more of a habit, we all gravitated to the vent that blew out warm air.

I mostly just stood around for the rest of the conversation, fangirl/boy/man -ing at the required time, leaning slightly away from the vent so I didn't start to sweat or anything, my hair goes all horrible and wet and flat, it made me shudder just thinking about it. My hair was probably my best feature, curly, chestnut locks that fell almost perfectly without needing any styling, my eyes were quite nice, piercingly green. I was quite content to just lean against the wall and daydream, normally the others would try to involve me but today I was pretty tired and had told them so, I kind of expected them to leave me alone until the bell, or pips as everyone at the school called them. That's was why I was abit surprised when Emily poked me in the side, I turned to look at her and she pointed to the gate. I gasped, the face I had longed to see all summer, the only good reason for my coming back to school, Louis Tomlinson came striding down the slope to the yard, ruffling his hand through his messy, brown hair. I had had a crush on Louis since we had started having lessons together in year 8, I had been openly bisexual since near the end of year six, so when I joined high school people sort of realised and got on with it. However Louis Tomlinson was neither bisexual nor gay. I was broken out of my daydreams of me and Louis by the ringing pips.

Niall's POV.

I had basically sat reading for all of registration, Mrs Rees didn't mind so long as I sort of listened to what she was saying. But now sat at the back corner of a music class I was 'certainly not permitted to read' as it showed I wasn't concentrating.

"...britpop bands include bands such as Coldplay, oasis and blur, and snowpatrol. Today we shall be learning how to play the tune to 'chasing cars' which is written and played by... Who can tell me? Aha, Mr Payne." Liam Payne's hand flew into the air, Liam had joined our classes shortly before the end of term. There were lots of different friend groups in our year, but Liam didn't fit a single one.

I started to learn the song, it was quite easy really, it wasn't really that hard, but then again I was quite good at music, I actually taught myself how to play the guitar. I had learnt the song for the five minute mark in the lesson but now it was ten past and I was tapping my fingers on the desk, about half the class weren't even participating, which was pretty normal, everyone who was going to finish learning the song, by now had finished. And yet the teacher was still going round attempting to make them learn it, finally at twenty past the teacher called out,

"Right everyone, I'm going to need two people to sing and three people to play the tune,I will play the tune with you, who to?" It was a bit lame, nobody volunteered. "Oh come on! Megan what about you, you've learnt the tune well, and Ted you like to join, I heard you play it was good." After a minute I volunteered because to be honest I really like this song and if nobody wanted to do it, she would have picked one of the kids that made no effort, and they'd ruin the whole thing.

"Now who's going to sing?"

Louis' POV

"Now who's going to sing?" I considered, I had several options, I was pretty good at singing so I can go and sing, or I could go up and mess around, or just not go up.

"Hey," Ben said in barely a wisper. "I'll go up if you do." This was my cue, yes or no, but it would be messing around. I looked around nobody was about to go up, everyone was just chatting around.

"Sounds cool!" I grinned,

"Count of three, stick your hand in the air." I nodded. "Three. Two. On-"

"Harry styles, you seem extremely willing to use your voice in MY lesson." But my hand had flown in to the air and I wasn't quick enough, she saw me. "Oh Louis, come on up then." I started to protest but she wasn't listening, instead she looking round for a lyric sheet, "I can't seem to find one!"

"It's okay. I don't really want to sing, I don't mind." I was back pedalling fast,

"No, it's fine, Mrs Crilling will have some." God that teacher really doesn't take a hint. She walked out the room and down the hall. I looked around at Harry, who had gone bright red suddenly.

Harry's POV

I felt the heat rise to my face and not because the teacher had picked me either.

"Ohhhhh!" Zayn Malik called. "Gay boy Harry's got a crush on Louis Tomlinson." He and Corey started laughing, I hated them so much, they're always picking fun at me for being gay. They weren't like other show-off, jock type boys, they were just mean, always flunking and picking on others, they were the kind of boys who went out and got wasted at the weekend and like, lost their virginity really, really young.

"No, I don't." I said but not snidely, a bit lamely actually. Zayn and Corey laughed even harder. I looked up from my feet to see Louis was red now aswell,

"Hahaha, hey Lou, do you like him back? We don't mind if you want a bit of privacy, we can turn and face the wall if you want." Some of Louis' friends were sniggering now.

"Gaaaaaaaaaay!" Ben shouted, Louis spun round,

"I'm not Gay, and I don't even like that faggot." He spat, pointing his finger at me, I could almost feel tears brimming, don't cry now, it will show your weak. "See he's even going to cry, just cos I said 'I'm not gay' haha, god grow up Harry Styles, hahaha..." All the boys were laughing now,

"I don't even like you, you pig!" I yelled, I was mad now. "Why would I have a crush on a douche like you that makes fun of people because of their sexuality." I grabbed my bag and stormed out the room, making sure to whack in to Louis on the way out, I was taller and probably stronger, so I hope it left a mark.

Louis' POV

Pips rang out just as the teacher came bustling back in, everyone began to file out. I can't believe I said that, I wasn't mean, yes I was a bit of a show-off but I wasn't ever mean, never that mean, I hadn't meant to say it. It felt like a huge weight on my chest, that I couldn't just push of. I said it to stop them from making fun of me, to keep my 'title'.

"You okay Lou? You know I was joking when I called you gay? You sure put that Harry in his place!" Ben said, laughing joyously. I looked over to where Harry usually hung out, he wasn't there.

"I need the toilet. I'll meet you later in maths." I stalked off before he could answer me.

I went to e-block toilets simply because they were the most quiet, I didn't really need the toilet, I just wanted privacy, but when I reached the toilets I heard someone sobbing. I peeped round the corner Harry was stood tears running down his face and dripping in to the sink in front of him. That just made me feel a hundred times worse. I was about to leave, but then he must have seen movement in the mirror because he looked up and shouted,

"Who's that? If you've come to make fun of me I don't want to hear it!" I couldn't run, I couldn't hide. He was about to walk round the corner and see me.

"I'm really, really sorry I didn't mean any of the stuff I said about you, there was no reason for me to be mean." I blurted out. He stood staring blankly at me, looking ever so slightly surprised, his mouth slightly open in an 'o'. I turned and walked out but suddenly felt his hand catch my shoulder preventing me from leaving.