Time Will Tell {A short story} - Louis/Harry

Part One

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Louis was not the kind of guy you'd find in class on a day like this. It was incredible and sunny out, and he should be on the back fields kicking a ball around with Niall and Liam. But he'd missed far too many classes already, and he needed to catch up before the professor himself caught up on what he was up to.

There was a nice girl in the front row who let him copy her notes on the continuous occasions he skipped. Rebecca, her name was. He wasn't sure if she was just friendly or she was one of those girls who was afraid he'd get angry if she said no. Either way, Louis continued getting high marks on his projects without being there.

He sighed, his vibrant blue eyes drifting towards the exit. The lecture had only just started, but he was longing for a game of footy already. He wasn't the most paitent of people, and he couldn't help fidgeting around while trying to pay attention.

He didn't know what Niall and Liam were up to at this moment, but he could guess - probably waiting for him to get out of class and come play a game with them. Maybe they'd gone to the cafe down the street for some lunch.

Louis scowled at the professer. He had nothing against the guy, but Louis simply didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be stuck inside on a day where the sun was shining brighter than his phone screen in the morning. He should be outside, soaking up the rare warmth. But no, he was stuck inside listening to this old man drone on about the constelations of all things.

Louis' mind was just drifting off when the class door swung open and the sound of books clattering to the floor filled the dreary room. A quiet string of curses and apologies quickly followed, and Louis sat up a little straighter.

Bending over in the most awkward way in the doorway was a gangly boy with bouncy chocolate curls covering his head. The boy gathered his things in his arms again, and straightened up. Louis was entranced, the hum of the projector the only thing making noise in the room. That and his suddenly pounding heart.

Because this boy who couldn't be more than eighteen was the most beautiful thing Louis had seen. His skin was a milky golden, though his cheeks were a flaming bright red as he stuttered his apologies to the professor, explaining why he was late.

For the life of him, Louis hadn't heard a deeper voice. The boys speech was slow, but not dumb, simply slow. He seemed to think before he spoke, though at the moment he was simply trying to get words out.

The professor waved his hand and the boy lowered his head, making his way to a seat, his cheeks still flushed that enticing red. He sat down a row in front of Louis - who was near the back - but not before he glanced up at Louis and met his gaze for a moment.

Louis was sure his staring must have been flustering the boy even more, but he couldn't seem to form a coherent thought because his eyes. They were the most gorgeous eyes he'd seen, a bright, bright emerald green. And as cliche as it sounds, Louis was drowning in them.

He wondered what this boy's name was. And that was how he spent the rest of the lesson, watching the boy's back and how his back moved under the over-sized jersey he had on. Louis wanted to get to know this boy, and that was ridiculous. He didn't even know his name, yet here he was, fantasizing how those bright red lips would feel against his.

By the time the lesson ended, Louis himself felt slightly flustered, which was silly. He stood when the professor dismissed them, gathering his untouched books and pens and shoving them carelessly into his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder.

The boy sat there for a moment, jotting down something in a rough and worn-looking brown journal, one that Louis wanted to read. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head, clearing it.

The boy stood, placing his things into - god was that a satchel - a bag and keeping the journal clutched in his very, very large hands. He was frowning, but Louis couldn't see his whole face. In fact, Louis shouldn't even be looking at this boy, and he scolded himself mentally and kept walking.

When he walked out of the class, he tried to clear his head of thoughts of the boy, but of course tha didn't help when the very same green-eyed boy was hurrying towards him. Well, not towards him, but in his general direction.

Louis only now noticed just how very tall this boy was, and how skinny his long, black-skinny-jean covered legs were. The over-sized jersey he had on came down to his thighs, something Louis thought was a bit strange to see on a guy, but he didn't question it. Everyone was different, something Liam had drilled into him again and again.

Louis suddenly wondered if the boy could sing, because he looked very musical and poetic, which lead to him wondeering if those were songs that filled that worn journal. Louis could picture it, too. Those long fingers scratching meaningful words onto paper, his green eyes watching the black ink form songs that he wouldn't ever share.

That made Louis curious - and he knew then that he wanted to know this boy. So as he hurried past, Louis followed him with his eyes, trying to figure out where he was going. He was heading back to the dorms, it seemed, which made Louis hopeful that he stayed here, like Louis, Niall and Liam did.

The boy whos name he didn't know seemed to hide a secret, and Louis really did want to find out what it was.

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