They say opposites attract.

Chapter 23

The next three weeks almost breeze by. Harry is now drowning in school work since he spent his last, well, three weeks spending time with Louis like there was no tomorrow. It was like there had been no lost time. They hung out daily (Harry even cancelled tutoring with Zayn and Daniel and blamed it on homework), they usually talked on the phone when they weren't together and at parties they took care of one another; if one were to get wasted and derail, the other would be there to take care of them. There had only been about 4 parties but Harry could recognise a routine from miles away.

For some reason, Harry hadn't really felt the need to hookup with anyone. He'd rather take care of Louis if he was being honest.

Now that he spent most of his time with Louis, he barely had time to study. End of term exams are in two weeks and he can't focus; all he could think about is hanging out with Louis. When he's studying he sees pictures or sentences that he feels the need to show Louis cause he knew Louis would laugh with him.

He knew he couldn't study with Louis either because they would get no studying done. They would stat talking about something stupid and not stop until the next day. They had this habit of getting wrapped in talk that wasn't really anything interesting at all but they would end up speaking for hours about nothing. It was truly peculiar. Harry didn't understand it at all. But, he knew that he needed to resist the temptation to text or call Louis. So he switched off his phone and started studying.

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That's how he spent the next few weeks. He would enter class, not speak to anyone and just focus on what the teacher was saying. During his free periods he would study and during lunch he'd go to the library and study. When he would go home, he'd shut his phone off and study. He avoided everyone like the plague, he knew that if he conversed with anyone he'd get distracted and end up not studying and so, he did what he had to do. It wasn't that he studied 24/7, for example sometimes at home he'd give himself breaks and watch something on TV, he just didn't dare switch on his phone because he knew if he did, he wouldn't go off it. He knew he was going insane but he couldn't help it. He couldn't get a bad grade, he wouldn't let himself do that. He knew how sad it was, he genuinely did. But he knew it would be sadder to fail so he wouldn't fall into the temptation to socialise. It wasn't worth it.

He had to admit, he kind of missed Louis. Like, a lot. His other friends too.

Him and Louis hadn't really spent a lot of time together, or any at all for that matter. To be honest, Louis was mainly the one Harry was ignoring. One look into those blue eyes and he'd drop all his books within seconds, he knew that. So he couldn't risk it. When he saw Louis approaching him he would pretend he didn't notice and run the other way. If he spotted Louis in the hall he'd walk in a direction where Louis was not to see him. He became a ghost.

He just really hoped these exams are worth it. He's sure no one studied as hard as him so if he doesn't smash it then what's the point of even trying after this.

Exam week was horrid to say the least. It's not that the exams were hard per se but, considering how much Harry had studied they should've been a piece of cake. They weren't, at all. The math exam really shocked him to say the least, out of all exams he would say that was the hardest. It was actually weird though because the people he had spoken to after the exam said it wasn't that hard. Did they take the same exam?

Harry knew he was screwed when they were discussing how question 11 was either 3.5 or 5.5 and he had gotten 300. Considering he had been chosen to tutor students in the subject he was pretty shocked to see that was his worst exam. His favourite exam was psychology. It wasn't necessarily easy but he had studied everything that came on the exam which he was really thankful for. He did waste a lot of time studying so he was glad it came to use. The rest of the exams were meh. That's how Harry would describe them. Some had really annoying questions that made Harry want to shoot himself and some had questions Harry had practised many times and so, was ready for. Nonetheless, Harry was just glad they were over and he knew there was a party tonight and he was fucking ready for it. He hadn't partied in quite a while and he missed his friends; and Louis.