Illicit || l.s.

0.4

"Harry, get up! We're late." Harry groaned sleepily and rolled over, burying his head under the pillow as a way to drown out Gemma's voice.

"Harry! Get up! Mum's trusting me to get you to school. Get dressed." Gemma insisted, pushing and shaking him in attempt to wake him up.

"I'm up." He claimed in a lazy morning voice, although he made no effort to move. Gemma was growing impatient. She sighed heavily.

"I'm serious. Get up." She said in a more stern voice. No luck. She finally went for a different approach. She stood up and walked towards the stereo on the other side of the room. She put in a random CD and turned the volume all the way up and hit play. As soon as the music filled the room, Harry sat up, angrily.

"Gemma! Turn that down!"

"I thought you loved this album." She said innocently. Harry glared.

"Turn. It. Off." Gemma finally complied with his demand and shut it off.

"Now, get ready. We're late." Harry rubbed his eyes, waited for Gemma to leave the room and plopped forcefully back down on his mattress. Once he was done 'waking up' he rolled out of bed and got dressed in the stupid uniform he was required to wear.

-

Harry walked through the halls, heading to his class. He was 30 minutes late. He could practically hear the teacher's complaint.

He turned the last corner and made it to the classroom. The teacher looked up at him and glared.

"What did I say about being late. You're not allowed in, Harry. Out." Harry raised his hands up in mock surrender before turning on his heel and stepping out of the room. He walked around the halls, trying to think of something to kill time. He thought about skipping school all together but then decided against it. For now. So instead he went to the bathroom so the security guards wouldn't catch him and send him to the principal's office. So he waited for a while, just sitting there, on his phone. He scrolled aimlessly through his news feed. Same old boring people.

All of a sudden he heard the squeak of the door opening and saw a very familiar face. He heard the tan boy sigh and chuckled to himself.

"We seem to meet a lot, huh?" He asked, breaking the awkward silence. Louis didn't answer, instead went to do his business. "Maybe it's fate, eh?" He joked.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"I-I'm not." Once he was finished, he zipped up his pants and walked to the sinks to wash his hands. Harry stood up from the small corner he was sitting in and walked over to the short boy.

"It sure seemed like it." It was silent for a while after that, just the sound of the sink running in the background, "So, what did you get on your essay?"

"A C-. Guess I didn't get to know you well enough." Louis informed. He walked over to the paper towels to dry his hands.

"I mean, you didn't seem like you really wanted to." He chuckled.

Louis took one last look at him. He was deciding whether he should excuse himself or just leave. "I- Yeah, I got to get to uh, class." He said awkwardly, then walked out the restroom, leaving Harry all alone yet again.

-

Once first hour was over, he finally left the dirty restroom and started his way towards his next class. He had spent about 35 minutes doing absolutely nothing but listen to his music. Quite boring. He was glad to get out of the rusty old bathroom, even if it meant having to go to class.

On his walk there, he felt a hard body forcefully smash against his. His face instantly turned red in anger. The guy tried to keep walking away, but was surprised when he felt a strong grip on his forearm caused by Harry. He pulled him closer, grabbed his collar and smashed him into a locker. Hard. A crowd was now forming around them.