My Forever || Larry Stylinson ||

2nd day of school

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Harry's p.o.v

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The bell rang and I skipped to my locker. Everyone looked at me weird but who cares right ?

I smiled as I saw Niall approach me, but jumped when Louis was in front of me.

"Hey," Louis said, chewing on his gum.

"Hello," I croaked.

"So. What were you gonna say before we were interrupted by the head bitch ?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it," I grabbed my curls nervously.

"Let's hang out." Louis said, staring me.

"W-wha?" I asked.

"C'Mon. It'd be fun," Louis suggests.

I can't like him. God damnit.

"O-ohkay, " I stuttered, giggling.

"Meet me in my car after school,"

I nodded and went to 4th period. Girls were practically drooling and whispering very dirty things that I could still here.

I blushed as I quickly took my seat in the back of the class.

I laid my head on the desk as I felt my heavy eyelids close and then I was out.

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I was startled by the bell, signaling us to leave the class.

I grabbed my things and started for the door, when I was suddenly stopped my Mr. Sternberg.

"Mr.Styles," he called. Waving me into his direction, he pulled out papers and laid them on the desks.

"Only the second day, and you're already failing. What happened ?" he asked, flipping through the incomplete papers.

"I just had a lot of things on my mind," I sighed. " I know, sounds pathetic right?" I ask.

"I just expect better from you," he frowned. he signaled me to leave the room and I did exactly that. Very quickly, I might add.

I ran to my locker, quickly turning the knob on the correct numbers. I put my books in and pulled my notebook out.

"Hey sexy," Niall winked.

"You're retarded," I laughed at his nonsense.

"Speaking of sexy. Why did Louis come up to you earlier ?"

"First of all: Niall. You're straight. Second of all: he wants to hang out. Speaking of which, he should be meeting me anytime now."

"You don't know shit. Maybe I'm closet. "

He dramatically put his hand through his hair, bit his lip, winked, then walked away like a model.

"Still retarded !" I called after him. I turned back to my locker and grabbed my pen. I was startled when it was slammed shut by a anonymous hand.

" Are we still on for tonight ?" he asked. The voice so familiar even though we've only talked twice before.

"Depends," I started as I turned and faced Louis. "Where are we going ?"

"I don't know."

"Well, that doesn't help."

"Just come to my place ?"