You're My....Juliet? (Larry Stylinson)

Your my... Juliet?

When Harry tries out for the production at school, he never meant to place leading role as Romeo. He was simply there to help a friend. And even more surprising, he never would have guessed the most popular guy in school would land as his Juliet. 

What on Earth is Harry supposed to do now?

(This story is in AU; alternative universe.)

Chapter 1:

"Liam, no!" I huffed, slamming my locker.

"Aw come on Harry! Please?" Liam trailed behind me as I stalked down the hallways, latching onto my sleeve. "Please?" 

"Liam," I whine, turning in his grip. Liam was looking at me pleading, and it was honestly quite pitiful. I stare back at him weakly for a good minute before I shake my head slowly and give in.

"Fine."

"Yes. Thanks Harry!" he chirps, realeasing my arm before he turn to hurry to his next class. 

I sigh begrudgingly, trudging my way to third period. Liam's bothered me all week to sign up for the schools production of 'Romeo and Juliet.' He was never the 'High School Musical, get up on stage with confidence' kind of guy, however, it sparked his interest after he figured out that some certain girl named Danielle Peazer was trying out for the role of Juliet. And being the immensely shy guy he is, he just has to have me tag along and try out with him. He just has to. I sigh, pushing the door open to face the next blasted class of the day.

"Mr. Styles? Your late. Again. This is the third time this week. I expect to see you in lunch detention, on time."

I roll my eyes, pushing my way to the back and flop in my desk. I cast a bored glance around the room, yawning. Government. The most agonizing class of the day. Suddenly, my eyes drift to the left of me, pausing when they find what they were searching for. The senior. I scan my eyes across his feathery brown hair, wishing I could run my fingers through them. They look soft. His piercing blue-grey eyes captivate my soul, and I'm lost staring. Suddenly, I feel a tap at my shoulder. I ignore it and continue gazing aimlessly at the older boy.

"Oi! Styles! Quit daydreaming about Tomlinson for a minute would ya?"

I snap my head around, embarrassed.

"What Niall!" I hiss under my breath, feeling my cheeks heat up as multiple heads turn our way.

A smirk plays coyly on Niall's pink lips. "I was going to ask you for an eraser, but you seem to have better things you should be doing." he jerked his head sideways, and I followed, flinching when I met a pair of stone grey eyes.

Louis Tomlinson was staring right in our direction. Quickly, I dropped my stare, turning fully to gaze at the front. I'm positive I was blushing like a bloody fool now. "Damn you Nialler." I whisper under my breath and hear him chuckle in response.

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"That's it for today. Make sure to study pages 67-68 in your textbooks tonight, you have a quiz tomorrow!"

People let out tired groans and lift themselves from their seats, flinging backpacks over their shoulders.

"Harry! Harry wait up!" Niall called behind me. I sped up, not in the mood to listen to the little chatterbox.

I snuck a glance behind me, to make sure I was a good distance away to walk, when I suddenly ran harshly into a solid back. I tumbled pathetically to the ground.

"Hey!" 

"Sorry,"  I mumble, clutching my dizzied head.

I felt a pair of warm hands grip my arms and haul me to a standing position. I look up slowly, wincing; waiting.