How are you today?

Chapter 2

   The bell rings and Louis gladly rushes out. Harry fucking Styles. The kid who actually thinks he's on the same level as Louis. How absurd.
Sighing, Louis walks to his locker only to see him.

  "Fucking hell I cant get away from you." He says angrily.

   Harry glances the smaller boys way,doesn't say anything, and continues to get his books.

  The sassy boy smirks in victory,but cant help to feel hurt that Harry didn't acknowledge him.

  "Seems like you finally learned your place." Louis says, wanting to get some kind of reaction out of Harry.

  Instead, all he gets is a head shake of annoyance and a view of Harrys backside as he walks to his next class-not that Louis complaining.

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(Time skip. They've known each other for months now. (They've been at each other's throats for the past few months))
Louis was bored. He couldn't care less about what the teacher was saying, he just wants to go home.

   So he asks the teacher if he can use the restroom to get out of class.

  Once the teacher approves he practically sprints out the classroom and into the bathroom.

  When he enters the bathroom he hears,crying? Wanting to investigate he, moves closer to the sound only to confirm it is crying coming from a bathroom stall.

  "Are you okay? You sound upset." Louis says through the stall door worriedly.

  The crying stops immediately and all that's heard is sniffing.

  "I'm fine" the person says-and wait he swears that voice sounds familiar.

   "What's your name?" The rich boy says, wanting to confirm his suspicions about hearing this voice before.

   "Don't worry about it. Can you leave now?" The voice says harshly.

    "I just want to help-" Louis starts

   "Yeah okay, says the bitchy rich kid," the voice laughs bitterly "Leave me alone."

   The blue eyed boy stands there shocked. Bitchy rich kid? Is that what people call him? Is he really that bitchy?

   "Why are you still here? Do you not understand English?" The voice says rudely, snapping Louis out of his thou- (wait this isn't the first time that has happened is it. This voice. This voice interrupted him before. Harry. It's Harry.)

   "Harry open the door. We need to talk." Louis says feeling guilty about earlier.

   Harry laughs spitefully. "Oh? So you know who I am? Then why don't you leave me the fuck alone. I'm not in the mood for your games."

    "Harry-"

   "Shut the hell up you spoiled brat, and leave me alone."

   "I'm so-"

  "Leave!" Harry yells loudly slamming his hand against the bathroom stall.

  Louis whimpers and leaves the restroom, glancing back at Harrys stall every few steps.