My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

I stood beside Louis nervously, there was just so many people. I wasn't fond of people, they annoyed me and got on my nerves. Louis wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him just a big guy walked past us, bumping my shoulder hard.

"Watch where you're going idiot!" The guy yelled at me.

"Well maybe you should say excuse me next time!" I snapped. He stopped and turned towards me.

"What?" He asked, a scowl on his face.

"You heard me, I didn't stutter," I spat. Louis' widened and he pushed me forward and continued to do so until the ape was out of sight. I mumbled violent death threats at him as Louis pushed me.

We stopped in front of a blue locker. It was taller than I was by a couple of inches and the dial for the locker to about my chest. Either these lockers were abnormally tall, or I was just short. Louis handed me my schedule and pointed to three number.

"That's your locker combonation," He said while he began to turn the dial for his locker.

I wasn't totally confident that I was reading this right, I was also dyslexic. I hated numbers; there was so many orders it can go in as on the other hand, letters actually spelled words.

I tried to combo I read on the page: 32-46-17. I lifted up the little latch, but it stopped and the locker didn't open. I tried in a different order: 16-43-27. Still nothing. I sighed and tried another order: 26-37-41. STILL NOTHING!

"Louis," I huffed, "can you open this please, I keep getting the number wrong."

"How do you keep getting it wrong?" Louis asked.

"I-uh-I'm dyslexic," I rubbed the back of my neck, Louis blinked at me.

"Seriously?" He asked.

"Yeah," I looked down at my feet as I kicked a paper away from me.

"Sure, I'll open it. Do you want me to say it aloud as I turn the dial?" He asked.

"Yes please," I nodded. He gave me an 'okay' mumbled and reached for my schedule.

"13...26...47..." He said and picked up the latch and opened my locker.

"Yay! Thank you!" I squealed and hugged him. He tensed at first then he hugged me back with a chuckle.

"No problem," I looked up at him to see he had a smile on his face. I let him go and looked down at my schedule. I groaned. "We have math first!?"

"Yeah, sorry lad. I can write a note, forge Simon's name saying you're dyslexic," Louis shrugged, "it wouldn't be a total lie."

"It's okay, you don't have to do that," I shook my head as I put my back pack in my locker and grabbed my binder. My new phone buzzed in my pocket, I jumped and pulled it out. It was a text from Niall.

Niall: Tell Lou Mrs. Granden is looking for you both!! Beware! HER BREATHE SMELLS!!

Breathe? Didn't he mean breath?

Me: Don't you mean breath?

Niall:... oh... yeah, breath...

Me: Lol, okay.

I looked up at Louis as I shoved the phone in my back pocket. "Niall said some teacher named Mrs. Grenden is looking for us..." His eyes widened. Louis grabbed my binder and shut my locker. "WAIT! I DON'T HAVE A PENCIL!"

"Here!" He snapped and shoved a pencil in my chest, I grabbed it before it could fall. He grabbed my wrist and hauled me in a direction the opposite of where people were going.