An Eye For An Eye

5- Thank God For Trippy Chelsea Boots

3rd person POV

Harry was a wreck, he was fumbling through the halls trying to find his first class without dropping all his possessions.

His thoughts were a bit preoccupied by a certain mystery boy with great curves and fluffy hair.

He finally sees his English class at the end of the hall. He begins making his way towards the door when he spots the beautiful boy from this morning.

"Stan my mums bringing them shut up!" Louis scoffed from down the hall.

Harry watched the boy mess around with his friends, sadly he wasn't close enough to see his eyes.

Harry shakes his head, he can't get all wrapped up in some boy this quick. He's been at his new school for literally 15 minutes. Plus if this boy isn't his soulmate what's the point.

All Harry wanted was to find his soulmate and if he was honest he didn't know if they'd be a girl or a boy.

He knew he was into both boys and girls but he didn't care who his soulmate was he just wanted to find them already.

The second bell rang and soon all the students were going inside classes.

Harry practically ran towards his first class not wanting to be late on the first day.

Unfortunately Harry was always a bit of a klutz and as he was reaching for the door handle he tripped over his boot and dropped all his things on the ground.

"Ah.. fuck" Harry whispered to himself as he bent down to quickly pick up his things.

"Oi here Harold let me help" a voice said.
The voice bent down and touched Harrys hand.

Harry froze, that was the voice of the beautiful Mr.Tomlinson in the office this morning.

Harry swallowed without looking up and said "Harry.... just Harry."

Louis chuckled and said "Well Harry do you mind if i help you?"

"N-not at all... what's your name", Harry asked; breathing to steady himself then looked up, gazing up at the boy for the first time.

"Louis"