Dirty Secret | Larry Stylinson AU (Boyxboy)

Chapter 02

Harry hurried through the corridors to get to his locker. He was late. As always. Zayn had left the flat earlier to avoid the awkward silence after spending the night together. It became their routine a long time ago. They fuck, they sleep, Zayn leaves, they meet again at school, everything back to normal. 

Harry took out his books, slamming his locker shut and made his way to his class. Still tired as fuck. Maybe he should have skipped school today. He entered his classroom, mumbling some lousy excuse for being late and sat down in his chair in the very back. 

"Had a long night, huh?" The boy next to him asked with a small grin. The curly head just nodded putting his head down on his arms trying to sleep for a little while. He knew the teachers won't bother him anymore.  They got used to his shit. 

"Not so long at all. But very active, you know." Harry winked at the boy, earning a frown and a shoulder shrug before the other boy turned around, paying attention to the teacher. Harry sighed. This guy was so uptight. Maybe he should take him to the next party. Harry tried to check him out as inconspicuous as possible. 

He looked quite hot. Light brown hair, brown big eyes (reminding him of a puppy), plumb full lips, and a nice biceps. A sporty guy, Harry guessed. Not bad. The sporty once had always a good stamina. 

"Don't ever think about it." Harry's head shot up. 

"Don't think about what?" He cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow. A little laugh escaped the other boy's mouth. 

"You are a smart boy, Harry Styles. You exactly know what I'm talking about. Stop checking me out. I'll never hook up with you." He grinned and Harry leaned back in his seat. 

"Don't say that. That sounds like a good challenge for me. But, one point for you. You know who I am and I still don't know your name. "Harry crossed his arms over his chest eying the brown haired lad. 

The other reached out his hand. "I'm Liam. And I can't imagine that anyone doesn't know who you are." He smiled and Harry shook his hand. 

"Nice to meet you, Liam." Harry liked Liam immediately. He seemed like a good listener and a good guy. Maybe they might become friends. 

Liam didn't respond and so Harry drifted back to his thoughts. Liam said he couldn't imagine one person on this school not knowing him. So Louis had known he was here. He knew it the whole time. Harry's anger started bubbling up again and he held his pencil with such a tight grip, that he broke it in two pieces. Liam shot him a confused glare. 

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At lunch Harry met Zayn and they walked together to the cafeteria.  Harry told Zayn about his new soon to be friend Liam and that he liked him right away. The raven haired boy was kind of proud of his friend, finding someone not just to fuck. That's really rare and there are times Zayn was glad that he was Harrys friend and not a stranger that he used and threw out right after. The only thing Zayn had to handle was Harry's anger about his fucked up past. He barely knew what happened but he tried to avoid this topic since Harry nearly beat him up for bringing this topic up again. 

They got some pizza for lunch and sat down at a table. Zayn eyed his moody friend. His mood swings got worse since he met this boy at Niall's party. Zayn thought that this guy would be a perfect match for Harry because he was also known as a guy who hooks up with everybody and he looked like he was Harry's type. Smaller than the curly haired boy but a little bit sassy and with a beautiful face.  And Zayn could tell that there was something between this two boys but he couldn't put his finger on it what it might be. He sighed and gave up thinking about something he'll never understand completely. 

Harry ate his pizza without saying a single word. After lunch he walked next to Zayn down the corridor still captured in his thoughts. Zayn didn't say anything and he was glad about that. The raven haired boy knew when he has to leave him alone to his thoughts. That's one reason why he liked him so much. He couldn't think about another best friend. Niall was a good friend, too. But he's always a little bit too active, too bubbly.