There we were sitting, sitting in class. We were passed bored and tired, we wanted to go. Very few students were even paying attention. I look over to see Louis staring at me, but when our eyes meet, he instantly turns away as if nothing just happened. He's SO perfect! I'm just a sixteen year old boy whose had a crush on eighteen year old Louis since I was fourteen. The funny thing is that we have been dating since I was fifteen so that would have made him seventeen. We just went together like the last piece of the puzzle had been found and put into place. We've been keeping it a secret.
RIIIIIIINNNNG!!!
The bell rang and all I can see is a figure walking towards me. I thought I was in trouble. Shit! What had I done now? As the figure gets closer I realize it's just Louis. WAIT! WHY THE FOOK IS LOUIS WILLIAM FOOKING TOMLINSON WALKING OVER TO ME?!? IN PUBLIC!? Then there he was standing in front of me. Well, more like leaning over me. He starts speaking. "I was sent over here to yell at you, but you know I don't like to yell. Especially at you because you are my cutie! Oh, and the fact that you are my boyfriend. So I have a plan for the whole yelling thing. Ok?" Louis explains. " Yeah, whatever you say babe." I say. "So I'm going to call you a couple names and pretend to yell at you. Got it?" He asks "Of course, then I act offended, right?" "Yup. Ready then?" "Go for it babe." "LISTEN YOU FAGGOT, I'M NOT LIKE YOU! STOP STARING AT ME!! JESUS FOOKING CHRIST!" After he's done he starts walking away, but turns back and winks.
SHIT! I feel my face heat up. Am I really....gulp....blushing? OH MY GOD! I hope nobody saw. I look around and see no one is even paying the slightest attention to me. I would have been tormented for the rest of my life. I finally get up and make my way to the door. Then I see him, waiting, I wonder who or what for. Then I realize, he's waiting for me. He looks into my eyes and says, "I'm really sorry Haz, I know how much you hate those remarks. I hope you don't completely hate me..." "No, I'm fine, I'm not mad. For the record I could never hate you." I reassure him. "Good. On another note I have a question for you." "Ok, ask away love." "Number one, you are MY Harry, right?" "Yes, YOUR Harold Edward Styles, Harry for short. Yours and only yours." "Good. Number two, how about you and I go out on Saturday, like on a date?" Louis asks "Are you ok with that? I know how you like to hide in public because you are scared of what they might say or do." I ask. "I'm fine because I have you." "We'd better get to class before we are late." "Wait a minute. Come here please." he says "Did I forget something?" "Yes, yes you did" Before I could say anything he kissed me. "Man! I've wanted to do that for the longest time, I've just been too scared of what people would think. I know none of that matters." Louis explains. I stare in amazement. "Shit! Did I do something wrong" he asks. "No. No. NO!" I jump, "It's just that before that we've never kissed in public. You have never kissed me in public. We have always been behind closed doors." I explain. "Oh, well I've found that it doesn't matter who you are, love is love, and I'm not going to hide anymore. I'm not a scared little boy anymore. I am Louis William Fooking Tomlinson. Nobody can stand in my way. Nobody can drag me down."
