CLICK (larry stylinson)

HI! these are the two main stories i will be concentrating on!

Sharni_x

LOU POV

 New school, new start. Thats what i like to think, but i find that the past always has a

way to come back, and haunt you. Im gay. You heard me right... im 17 mid-height, light brown

hair with the casual 'flick to the side' style; and gay. Only the last year of school, i started to find out myself.Everyone found out, of course. So here i am, gay.

Anyway, as you would of guessed, its my first day at a new school. I was more than happy to move house and live in holmes chapel, to study more into literature and physics. Im not really

 sure about what i want to do as a career path, I just know i want to do something worth living

 in my life.

I walk into a shabby little room, what seems to be a library with a jail cell in the centre,  at first

 look. But then i figured it was probably the reception area. as i approach the desk, an old

shattered looking women comes from under the table, too quickly, and bangs her head on the

top of the counter. As i struggle to keep in the laughter threatening to explode, i witness a small

 blush appear on her pale cheeks. i smile kindly as she passes the sheets over to me to sign as she hustles away quietly, talking away to herself.bless her, i wouldnt want to be intimadated

 every day by students. but then again, atleast for a week, i will be expecting that, Getting

constantly stared at, hearing curious murmurs behind my back. i keep thinking as i continue to walk down the corridor, not exactly fully aware of where i was going, but carrying on none the less. so i keep walking along, in my own little world.as i come round a corner into what i presumed to be the science departement, as all i could smell was this horrible burning with some sort of chemical being destroyed by it. i walk right into someone and ended up tripping both of us up. on the i first day.

''oh god! im so sorry! are you okay? im so so sor-''

i go to lift the person up but i freeze in the middle of the gesture, taken by surprise. a boy.

a gorgeous, breath-taking, beautiful boy. curly hair, dimples, with gorgeous green jade eyes,

with a bright spark in them more than likely with an amused expression at my likely frozen state. and then theres the mouth...oh that-

''hey, its okay, im alright''

i can feel the heat rise on my cheeks at the thought that he knew what my previous thoughts

 had been stopped and by his amused expression, i was right in guessing that i still havnt

 moved from the gesture.

''erm, yeah...sorry about that, first day here and all that''

I quickly bring my hands to my sides and smile at how care-free i sounded, and i can feel myself

becoming my normal self. Though i still couldnt bring myself to look into his eyes in fear of

blushing or getting lost, so i figured that the patterns on the floor wouldnt be so bad to study

for the meanwhile.

''oh really? well, im harry...harry styles''

So that was his name, this boy, harry? I like it.

''yeah? mines louis...louis tomlinson'' i smile at him as i finally managed to get the

courage to look at him.

''cool! do you know what you have first? maybe i could help you find your way?''

oh, generous aswell? im starting to like the sounds of this boy, and ive known him for less

than a minute. i chuckle and tell him that i have history first.

''really? so have i! what room?''

''err, 228 block 3, it says here,''

as i look up from the sheet i was startled at how happy he looked. i wasnt sure if it was because he was naturally happy or because i had history the same time as him. i was hoping for the latter. im not so bothered, it doesnt make me think or act differently as i was more than jumping inside.

''yeah! me too, follow me then and i'll show you the waaaaay!''

he grabs my wrist and i chuckle at how childish his actions were, only faintly reminding to

keep a tab on how his grip felt on my wrist and bury them deep inside. as i get dragged through never ending corridors i realise that no one is here and i start to get curious as to where

everyone was.

''hey, harry? where is everyone?''he chuckles soflty,''this block is only used for history so you'll find that everyone will be in class as they come too early and dont want to wait outside in the cold.''

oh, right. sure. well, its not that i minded, as it was just me and harry. i'll just have to face

a painful walk through a classroom of teenagers without tripping or laughing at myself.

i let out a mumble to let harry know i acknowledged them. im only slightly aware of harry

leading me as i keep thinking about other things.

i finally get brought to the real world when we both stop infront of a door, thats says cub-board

on the front. i gave harry a confused glance as i wait for him to explain why the hell he has

brought me here. i start to doubt the generosity in this boy and i glance back and forth between the door and harry.

''dont look so confused. students put that there last week to confuse mr.nichols, crazy man he

 is, very gullable too...quite amusing actually.''

he gives me a breath-taking smile that reaches ear to ear and i cant stop myself from smiling

back. that only resulted to him smiling bigger at my response and then opens the door to reveal a classroom.

as i slowly walk to the front to the desk, i take note to where harry sits, and i realise that he

has a empty seat beside him. i look at him and he has a bemused expression on his face. i

chuckle and look away before continuing my way to the desk.

''oh yes! louis, isnt it? well, i see there is a spare seat next to harry boy, go sit yourself there.

i wont bother introducing you to the rest of the class as i dont presume you''ll want that?''

as i thank the teacher before walking away, im grateful enough to realise that no one is glancing my way and im not center of attention, as everyone is concentrating on telling everyone what happened the night bofore and plans for the rest of the week. i quickly hurry to sit beside harry, my tummy having little flips of its own.

''so we meet again!''

he chuckles at my outburst and turns his torso so he is faced me, he can clearly talk to me and i can see his face more clearer now.

''small world, isnt it lou?''

a nickname? a nickname?! he's a given me a nickname. harry the gorgeous boy infront of me, has given me a nickname? oh yeaaahhh buddy.

''not really....how many countries are there?'' i say with a cheeky wink just before the bell goes, letting the class aware it is the start of the lesson. oh, the joys of history.