sticky notes. l.s au

eleven

*an hour earlier, sorry for an mistakes, i was upset when i wrote this and just wrote.

  Harry had just gotten to school, quite early and chirpy for it to be a cold, tired Monday.  It was 6:07 am and he was only excited to see and talk to Louis after the weekend; he felt like he got closer to him over the break. His heart raced at the thought of seeing the boy, maybe wrapped up tightly in a bundle of clothes, looking as tiny and cute as ever. The thought warmed his heart and his cheeks.

  The green eyed boy waited in the cafeteria for either prep or classes to start, he had neither. He was a excellent student that earned the right for two free periods he choose one wisely, one for the morning and the last was after lunch. The young boy only actually six classes to go to. Being Advanced in only English and Math. This year was the first year he got to be advanced in Math, it was his worst subject and he was extremely proud of himself for doing it.

  So, he relaxed in a corner on a wooden bench in the cafeteria, an apple and juice in front of the boy, listening to his favourite tunes, writing a essay for his class and when he was done thirty minutes later. Since, he had a half hour left to relax till people actually started arriving, he wrote Louis a quick sticky note, that barely even took anything out of his time so he packed his things and made his way to Louis' locker to stick the note their.

  He still had his headphones in his ear and didn't hear Mark come up from behind him and slammed his head against the locker, he groaned at the pain in his head and his instinct went up to touch his head. He didn't feel any blood but it hurt like hell and he swiftly turned around, headphones snatching as his hand fell to his side.

  "What the fuck?" He asked the guy, blood boiling at the fact that this was the guy that had hurt his love for so long.  He glared at Mark, confusion and anger written all over his face because he couldn't at all figure out why he had just banged his head.

  Mark glared back, "What are you doing at my boyfriend's locker, hm? What's this, dipshit?" He pushed him out of the way so he could get the note he saw Harry stick on the locker. Harry's eyes widened, afraid he'd rip it or take it away so Louis couldn't see.

  "Stop! What are you doing? That's not for y-" Harry thrashed a bit, trying to snatch the note from Mark but Mark only moved and blocked him.

  "What's this?" Mark asked, pressing his hand into his shoulder and Harry pushed him back, causing Mark to almost fall back.

  "None of your business, thank you!" He reached two grab the note again but Mark was already ahead of him, pulling the note away from his reach.

  Harry huffed, he regretted doing this early in the morning, he probably should have waited till others were in class but providing that  he was really early and only a few teachers were even here, he definitely didn't expect Mark to be here. Never him early out of all people.

  "Were you just writing a love letter to my boyfriend?" Mark growled, approaching him slowly in a way a predator would to its prey.

  Harry gulped and backed up away from Louis' locker, "N-no!" He protested, voice pathetically cracking. Afraid he'd tell Louis and fuck everything up.

  Mark smirked at him, "Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind me throwing this cheesy shit away, yeah?" He asked, forcing Harry to watch with terrified eyes as the slightly shorter boy slowly crumbled up the tiny sized square paper.

   "Dude! Stop, I-" Harry stopped talking as the thin sheet of paper was turned into a crumbled mess. He deflated and shook his head, telling himself he could make a new one later. He turns to leave, already annoyed from a pounding head.