Louis' POV
" C'mon, Lou!" I groaned and rolled over. " No" I croaked, not ready for the morning. I burried my face in the covers. Of course, my wonderful flat mate gave me a shove. " Louis, you need to get to class." He ordered. I grumbled and sat up in bed. " You're horrible" I groaned, pushing the covers off of me. Liam only grinned. " Good morning to you, also" He smiled, walking out the door to get to class. I sighed and got out of bed. I do not want to go to class to day but what choice do I have? I trotted into the bathroom, turning on the shower water. I undressed and soon felt the warm water touch my skin. Ahhhhhhh. I washed my hair, did all that, slowly beginning to wake up. When I stepped out of the shower, I was fully awake and finally able to be in the " Louis" mood. I threw a towel around me and stepped into my closet, finding what to wear. I gradually picked a red and black striped shirt and red chino's. Good enough. When I got my clothes on I took out my phone and checked the time. 8:35. Shit! I slid my phone in my pocket and ran for my black TOMS and ran out the door with my bag full of pencils and notebooks.
When I reached the door for Maths I was already 15 minutes late. Well, this'll be good. I turned the nob and stepped through the door, interupting class. Everyone turned to me. " Well, Mr.Tomlinson, you decided to show up." The teacher raised her brow as I stepped through the door. I gave her apologetic eyes and she told me to sit. I looked around and spotted a two clear seats next to Niall and shuffled to sit nearest to him. He gave me a wide smile. " About time, Lou" He grinned. I gave him a smile back, sitting in my seat next to him, getting my things out. When I got all settled, the teacher still stood there, not saying a word. She sighed and looked at the time. " Well, I guess know we have to wait for Mr.-" She was cut off by a boy shoving the door open. He had curly hair, quite messy actually, but the good kind. And he had these green eyes. Oh, the eyes. The looked wild, probably because he was racing to class. But he strolled in wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and a blazer. He had this beautiful smile on his face. The teacher drummed her nails on her desk. " Well, Mr.Styles, we were beginning to think you weren't going to show up." She breathed. Styles shrugged, a grin on his face, which exposed beautiful dimples. " How could I skip your class, Ms.Flack?" He flirted. Okay, how is he flirting with our 32 year old teacher? Dear God. She waved him off to go sit down. Curly,Styles, whatever his name was, came up to sit next to me. Of all the seats...he choses right next to me. He looks up at me, his green eyes glimmering, and gives a smirk. I quickly turn my head to the teacher. I hear the curly haired boy settle his things down next to me and get his things out. Then I hear him curse under his breath.
"Fuck.." he muttered while searching through his tote. I turned my attention to him as Ms. Flack spoke. He searched wildly in his bag and grumbled. I gave an confused look. What was he looking for? " Need help, mate?" I questioned as he kept rumuging. He looked up at the sound of my voice with a worried expression. " Do you have a pencil?" He asked. I nodded and swiftly took a pencil from my bag and handed it to him with a small smile. He grinned and took the pencil, our hands brushing ever so slightly. Tingles. That's what I felt. I shook it off and turned back to my work.
(After about an hour or so)
" Well, that's is for today class." Ms. Flack spoke as the bell rang. I closed my notebook and shoved my stuff into my tote. As I rose to rush out of class, Styles did the same and we were suddenly face-to-face. He was slightly taller than me, which was weird. And kinda hot. Hot. Hot. Hot? Louis Tomlinson, that is a hufe NO. The curly grinned and took a step back, extending his hand. " Hello there, pencil giver. I'm Harry." He spoke with a very nice deep voice. I cleared my throat and took his hand into mine with a smile. " Louis." I told him. He nodded and took his hand back, putting his tote on his shoulder. " Well, Lou, thanks for the pencil." He said with a wink, walking out of the classroom. First of all, he called me Lou, which only my close friends call me. Second of all, he winked at me. I had this little feeling he was flirting with me. But no. Third of all, and lastly, as he walked away, I caught a glimpse of two yellow pencils sticking out of his bag. Two...
