things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 4

Harry's POV (cont.)

Fifth and sixth period dragged on but it wasn't too bad. My last class was drawing which I loved so much. It was actually kinda nice having it seventh period because it gave me something to look forward to during the rest of day. I walked in with my sketch book in hand and looked to find a familiar feather-haired boy sitting in the exact seat where I normally sit. I walked over and said,

"Uhm, this is my spot."

Louis turned to me and I saw his eyes... Light up a little? I didn't know why, I mean obviously he wasn't glad to see me. Right? I guess then what I had said processed through his brain and he shot right up and moved over a seat.

"Oh, no you don't have to move... I uh... I was just telling you so you didn't get mad if I sat next to you... Most people would so um yeah I-"

Louis cut me off, "I would love it if you sat here actually."

He sat back down and patted the seat as if to tell me to sit down. So I did.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not really knowing what to say to this boy who willingly asked me to sit down next to him. I tried to crack open my sketch book, but suddenly I felt nervous because I knew at some point Louis would look over and see my sketches. I decided to wait until he realised he needed a sketch book as well, and went up to ask the teacher for one, 'till I opened my sketch book to find a clean page. Then, I could pretend to draw while not actually drawing so he wouldn't think anything of it.

As expected, Louis realised that he should probably go ask for a sketchbook, and that's when I fished out a clean page and started making small lines just to satisfy Louis' curiosity when he came back. Louis sat back down with a fresh sketchbook and I blurted out without thinking,

"Yeah, I prob'ly should've told ya that ya needed one of those..."

He was quick to respond.

"Oh don't worry about it, haha, you seemed to have been busy getting yourself situated for class so I don't blame you," He flashed me a small smile. God, could he get any prettier? He was so... Gentle, and sweet, and unlike anyone else. Didn't he know that I was a freak? That's probably why he'd been so nice to me, is 'cause no one has told him yet how lame I am... Yet. I really hope that doesn't happen, but it is inevitable. I kept looking at him and I didn't even realise it until he turned towards me and asked if he had something on his face. I was so completely embarrassed so I pulled the quickest lie out of my ass,

"No, uh, I saw a bluebird out the window. It was really pretty- I was looking at that, not you." 

He sighed and laughed as if he was relieved.

"Oh okay, I'm glad... That would've been embarrassing if I had something on my face," he chuckled softly.

I thought to myself how silly it was of him to be thinking of how he could've possibly embarrassed himself in front of me, the biggest embarrassment of the school. I turned back to my sketchbook and started drawing as if Louis wasn't there. I kind of get lost when I'm drawing and I completely forgot that Louis was even there. My pencil started flying across the page and I was off to dreamland...

Zayn's POV:

I was headed to class after the bell had already rung 10 minutes ago- guess that's what happens when you get a little too high in-between class. I was walking past the art hall when I saw Louis and Harry sitting next to each other. What the fuck was Louis doing with Harry? I watched them for a minute or so and saw them as they exchanged secret glances at one another and thought I was about to be sick. I definitely needed to tell Louis not to talk or even think about Harry. I scoffed and walked to class without another thought.

Louis' POV:

I kept trying to sneak glances at Harry whenever possible, but his face was too far down for me to be able to get a good look from. He was really into drawing, I could tell. I really wanted to see the rest of his sketchbook but I don't think he'll let me as of now. Hopefully one day. So since I couldn't look at his face, I kept myself busy with going in-between pretending to draw and watching as Harry's curls bounced whenever he flipped his hair to get his fringe out of his eyes.

His eyes.

His eyes were like the most beautiful mossy forest, you could get lost in them forever, they were that green. When I first made eye contact with him when I first met him, his eyes seemed a bit darker than they were in here. Now, they seemed a couple shades lighter, brighter. I wonder if I had anything to do with that.

I hope I did.