sticky notes. l.s au

twelve

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It had been three days that have passed since Harry got attacked by Mark and skipped class. He had been skipping every he had with Louis for three days, hiding out in the bathroom doing missed work for his classes. Harry hasn't seen Louis since then, his mouth still hurts from being punched in it and his lip was successfully cut, but he knows Mark got it off worse.

He honestly has no idea how he had managed to escape Louis' sight but, he did. He didn't write him his sticky notes and he didn't text or call him. He actually had to wait till his classes with Louis were over just to go to the class, get his missed work and leave to do it at home or when ever he skipped his next class with Louis. It hurt Harry, he felt a deep aching in his heart but he dealt with it. Plus, he had Niall by his side and Niall made everything better.

They-well, Niall-spent the better of times together shit talking Mark and making Harry laugh to forget his broken heart. It worked temporarily until Louis found him and confronted him.

He listened to music in the bathroom stall that Thursday, casually doing his missed work. His feet were crossed in front of him as he bobbed his head to Ariana Grande, Just a Little Bit of Your Heart and scribbled down answers to his Math worksheet.

He was so into his worksheet and music that he didn't hear someone enter the bathroom, maybe it was because the person walked with gracefulness, soft and light. Or maybe it was because Harry had his earphones high and loud, blocking his mind and body from reality.

Louis had happened to go to the bathroom, he had went there to clear his head because he simply couldn't focus. He was worried about Harry, he hadn't properly seen him in almost a week. There were glances of the boy in the hallway but whenever he tried to go after the curly head, he was gone in a flash making Louis think maybe his mind had played a trick on him.

Louis wasn't even fully in the bathroom when he heard familiar humming, he looked to the sinks then to the stalls, seeing dark boots. They were crossed, moving slightly right to left in a beat. Louis raised an eyebrows. Was that...?

"Harry?" He called out. He knew for a fact that those were his shoes, he remembers the same shoes being kicked off by Harry just weeks ago.

Harry could only hear a faint voice call him, he thought it was a trick to his mind because the voice sounded exactly like Louis'.

Louis didn't want to knock on the door, Harry could actually be using that bathroom. So, he thought about the possibilities of it being Harry and it not being him. But, he didn't want to ruin his chance of it being the tall lad so he sat himself inside a sink, pulled out his phone and waited.

He waited. And waited. And waited.

Until the feet under the stall moved, pulling it's feet back and out of sight. Louis then gets the best idea he'd ever had, he thought of calling Harry. It's not like he hasn't tried, he only tried once so he didn't seem clingy but he called either. The call was declined. Now, he knew even if it was declined, he'd get his answer about the person in the stall by the ringing.

Harry though, had no idea anyone was in the bathroom. Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne was suddenly interrupted in his ears as a loud ringing played in his ears. He jumped on the toilet and cursed, almost dropping his phone but his text book fell flat on the floor. He groaned before looking at his phone to see who was calling.

When Louis' smiling face popped up on the screen, his heart fluttered and he instantly thought about ignoring it, wondering why the hell Louis was calling. They were supposed to be in Science and Ms. Dobbs was very strict. She would never let him call during her class unless it was an emergency and Harry doubted Louis would call him for an emergency,