Average. [Larry Stylinson au] EDITING

Chapter 4

So it turns out the two were right about the project. They need to write a song, about anything they want, as long as it's appropriate. For the rest of the lesson, Harry and Louis sat with a sheet of paper in front of them, writing down ideas for what the song can be about.

After a couple minutes of silence, Harry speaks up. "We could always write a love song," He suggests.

Louis looks at him. "Why a love song?" He asks.

Harry shrugs. "I don't know. It seems simple. The majority of songs out there are love songs, which means we have a lot of inspiration," he says.

Louis nods. "That's actually really clever." He says. "Well then, let's do a love song!" Louis laugh. "I'm going to get teased so much," He chuckles.

Harry frowns. "Is that bad? We can always change it, I mean, I'm not forcing yo-" Louis cuts him off.

"Harry, it's fine," He laughs. "I meant my friends will tease me. Jokingly, of course. Nothing to worry about," Louis smiles.

He sighs. "Oh, okay. You still fine with doing a love song, then?" He asks, still wary.

"Yes, of course," Louis nods.

Harry smiles. "Okay."

After another half an hour of the lesson, the bell finally rings. "Okay, class!" The teacher shouts before everyone leaves. "You have two months to finish this song. That gives you time to come up with the music as well as the lyrics." She tells them. "Off you go," she waves a hand, dismissing the class.

Everyone gets up and rushes out the door for break. Louis walks out with Harry next to him. "Hey, Louis!" He hears Niall call. Louis turns around to see Niall, Zayn and Liam walking towards the,. "Oh, hey, Harry," Niall smirks.

Harry's eyes widen, and he stays standing behind me. "Uh, hi," he waves, shyly. Louis gives them all a warning look, silently telling them not to make Harry uncomfortable.

"We're going to play football (A/N soccer), you coming? You can come, too, Harry," Liam says.

Louis nods and turns to Harry. "Do you want to come?" Louis asks hopefully, bottom lip between his teeth.

"Um, I don't know..." He says. "I've never played before," he looks down.

Louis pouts childishly. "Please come," he says. "I can teach you how to play," he smiles.

Harry sighs. "I guess... But only for a bit," he says.

Louis grins. "Great! Let's go!" he grabs Harry's hand, pulling him along, with the other three behind them.

The boys go outside to the football pitch and see some people already playing. "Uh, we don't need to go straight into a game," Louis says to Harry. "I'll teach you how to play first," he tells him. Harry nods.

Louis turns to the others. "I'm going to teach Harry how to actually play. You guys go, we'll join in a bit," he smiles. They nod and walk over to everyone else to join them in a game. Louis turns back to Harry. "Right, then," he claps his hands together. "Wait, shit we need a ball," Louis realises.

Harry barks out a laugh. Louis turns back to him, chuckling lightly. "What's so funny?" he raises an eyebrow, a smug smile in his face.

Harry laughs again. "Your face," he says, cheekily.

Louis scoffs. "That joke is old now," he says, teasingly.

"So's your face," Harry says again, trying to suppress a laugh.

Louis rolls his eyes, giggling a bit. "Shut up ," he laughs. "You're such a dork," he says, still laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you. I don't speak idiot," harry sticks his tounge out at Louis.