He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 11

Louis'POV

"Right..I'll see you later" I wave to Michelle's retreating form and I start to head towards to science which is unfortunately upstairs and right across the massive school.

"Louis!"

I ignore the voice even though it is really rude of me. Maybe it's something important or something. I hate being nice. Nevertheless I carry on walking but quicken my pace to the narrow stairs. I hop on each step until I hear my name being called again. The voice that's unfortunately and utterly familiar.

"What, Styles?" I sigh exasperated.

"We're in the same science class, I think it'd be polite for me to walk with you, don't 'cha think Lou?" he suddenly jogs to me and before I know it, his arm is around my shoulders.

"Don't call me that" I shrug off his tattooed and muscled arm which by the way looks absolutely strong and hard and- snapoutofit!

"Okay, boobear" he smiles slightly at me. I just carry on walking, the tip of my ears tinted pink lightly, not speaking to Harry on the way to class. I admit that to myself that my awful nickname my mum gave me, sounded kind of..nice rolling off of Harry's tounge. - It doesn't mean I'm going to admit it to Harry. So I don't object or protest for the name. Harry starts walking a few paces ahead of me, readjusting my bag on my shoulder, I hum quietly. Not many students are seen meaning the bell will go any minute from now. Averting my eyes from the grey, dull lockers I start to read the many posters scattered or pinned neatly onto the white walls. One bright blue piece of A4 paper that's creased and all 3 corners of the paper ripped; some big and some small, catches my attention making me stop in my tracks.

SignUpForThe School TalentShow!
Dancing, StandupComedy, Impressionist, Singing, Acrobatics, Art, Actingect.

Heldat/on: SchoolGymon November Friday 28th 2014.

FriendsandFamilyInvited!

GoodLuck!

It's 3 weeks away from now.

I snatch the worn out paper that's was being half covered by the other multiple sheets off the wall and shove it in my tight jean pocket. Not as tight as Harry's, they look like it's been painted on his legs.

I don't even know why I grasped the damn paper because I'm certainly not entering. Oh well..

I start humming again and the second bell goes. Sugar I'm late. I've got double Science as well; next period. The test is today next period as well. And the documentary had most of the answers for the paper which I didn't as Harry Styles distracted me and well let's not got there.

"You've got a nice voice" Harry says, seeing him walking backwards with his thumb in his tight front pocket. Poor thumb.

"W-what?" I mentally faceplam.

"I can hear you singing you know. You started humming then you started singing, you've got a really nice voice."
A compliment from Harry Styles. Huh, small world.

"Uh, thanks?" Now I'm mentally smacking myself in the head with a rubber duck. Yes, a rubber freaking duck. I've always thought my voice was too high for a boy. Just another one of my many insecurities I guess.