Average. [Larry Stylinson au] EDITING

Chapter 3

"He's not sixteen," Louis' best friend, Crystal, says as her and Louis watch Harry from their lockers. Crystal has been Louis' best friend since they were, like, two. People have always thought they were in a relationship, because of how close they are, but of course, that's not true, because one, ew, and two, Louis' gay. And Crystal knows it.

"That's what I thought, but everyone's saying he is," Louis answers. Crystal has her eyes narrowed, still examining Harry.

"I just- he looks, what? Nineteen? Definitely older than you," she says to Louis.

Louis scoffs. "Excuse me? Are you trying to say I look sixteen?" He replies sarcastically, hand on hip.

"He's not sixteen!" Crystal exclaims, a bit too loud.

Everyone turns to look at them, including Harry. "Crystal!" Louis hisses. "I swear, you're such an attention whore," Louis mutters. Jokingly, of course.

"Sorry," she shrugs, definitely not sorry. "Anyway, he's quite hot," she says, eyebrows raised. She scoffs. "Who am I kidding, he's the hottest fucking person I've ever seen. You're getting together. Then you'll have sex and tell me all about it," she rambles on. Louis turns to her, eyes wide.

"Crystal, what the fuck?" Louis exclaims quietly.

"What? Well, okay then. If you don't want him, I'll have him," she turns to walk in the direction of Harry.

Louis grabs her arm before she has the chance to walk over to him, knowing all too well she would do it. "No," Louis mutters, frowning. Crystal raises her eyebrows knowingly. Louis blushes bright red, letting go of her arm.

Crystal rolls her eyes. "You know I'd never to that to you, boo!" She says teasingly, playfully hitting Louis' arm.

"Don't fucking call me that," Louis says, his arms crossed. She smirks.

"Call you what, boo?" She says innocently.

Louis glares at her. "You can't call me boo. No one ever calls me boo," Louis scowls. Louis starts to walk away from his locker, and towards their next class.

"Well, I do," Crystal says. "And so does your mum. Oh, and I've also heard your sisters call you that too. Daisy, Pheobe, I think Fiz-" Louis cuts her off.

"Okay! Okay, I get it. I just hate it, you witch," Louis says, walking a bit faster. Crystal skips to catch up, a smug smile playing on her lips. They walk into the classroom, their next lesson being music, and sit down in their seats, waiting for the bell to ring signalling the end of break. When the bell finally does ring, the rest of the class come in, along with the teacher, Miss. Thomas.

The teacher has her arms full of books, which she places on her desk. She then walks to the front of the class, waiting for everyone to calm down. "Alright, class," Miss. Thomas says in a bored tone. "Today, we're doing something different," the class groans, making the teacher roll her eyes. "Be quiet," she says sharply. "We're doing a project with the year 10's. It's their first year of GCSE music, and as you have all done GCSE music, and passed with high grades, I thought it would be a good idea if we joined for a small project, so you can get them used to it, and possibly teach them good composition techniques," she smiles.

Murmurs are heard throughout the class, students leaning over desks to whispers to their friends. "Settle down. Now, when they come in, you will be given a partner based on the position of your name in the register," she says. "I'm going to explain the assignment once you have your partners."

"Miss, why do we not get to choose our partners?" A random kid in the class asks.

"Because, I know you will choose your partners based on how popular they are, or whatever you kids do nowadays," she murmurs, just as there's a knock on the door. She walks towards the door and opens it.