Smoke || larry

8

"Let me pick you up from school," Louis argues through the phone. It's Monday morning and Harry is eating his cereal at the table, talking to Louis.

"No because then I'd have to bus to school. Let me drive to your house after," Harry argues and he hears Louis sigh.

"No. I can drop you off when I go to work. Just let me pick you up. We'll save the planet," Louis continues and Harry can't help but giggle at their argument.

"Where do you work again?" Harry asks.

"I'm a bartender at The Black Cat. Now, let me pick you up and drive you home. Please?" Louis begs and Harry bites his lip and looks down at his bowl - now only filled with milk.

"How about-"

"Can you be quiet?! Some people are trying to sleep," Anne screams and Harry jumps. He swallows thickly and picks up his bowl, pouring the milk in the sink.

"Okay, you can pick me up. You know the time?" Harry whispers now.

"Why are you whispering? And yes I know the time, I went there last year. I'll see you at 3:20," Louis says and Harry can just hear the smile in his voice. He says a quick goodbye and then hangs up his phone and tries to tiptoe to his room. His mom still hears him.

"You're not the only person that lives here, Harry. You need to learn some respect," Anne spits out at him and he nods before running off to his room. His mom has moved on from the ignoring him phase to the 'Everything-Harry-Does-Is-Wrong' phase. It hurts a little more than being ignored.

He stuffs his books into his bag and then goes to brush his teeth and hair. He decides he looks decent enough and just leaves the house - silently shutting the door. He waits at the bus stop for the first time since sophomore year and pouts because the wind his cold.

The bus ride isn't too bad. He sits in the back with his music in and his feet lying across the seat so no one sits next to him. He watches the houses blur together as they move and he thinks about Louis.

They've become surprisingly good friends in the short time they've known each other. Louis kind of took him under his wing and is helping him through the mess that is his emotions. It's nice to have him because he feels like Louis understands. He understands what deep hurt is and Harry understands it too. It's something they have in common.

The bus stops in front of the school and Harry sits up and stretches. He waits for all the students to leave and he's the last one to hop off the bus. He thanks the driver and then walks into the warm building. His locker is far away from the main entrance so he has to walk for awhile but finally his locker comes into view. Sophia is leaning against Liam's locker, a bored look on her face.

"Hey, S," Harry smiles slightly and she turns to face him, her face confused but happy.

"Hey, H. You're here early," she states and he moves to his locker.

"I took the bus. My friend is picking me up after school. What're you doing here?" he asks. Most morning she stays at her locker - since it's across the school - and meets the boys at lunch.

"Liam told me to come down. He's still not here and I'm bored," she complains. Harry just chuckles and places his bag in his locker along with his coat. His textbooks under his arm.

"You're in a good mood today. I missed your dimpled smile," Sophia grins, poking his cheek. Harry turns to her, smile still on his face.

"I know. It's weird, but I feel good today," Harry tells her.

"Hello," Liam greets them. Harry jumps at the voice behind him, but smiles as Liam walks over to Sophia and kisses her.

"Not in front of me," Harry whines, covering his eyes. Liam laughs and pulls away, moving to his locker.