Human

Class fight

Harry smiled as he heard familiar laughter coming from his classroom, Louis was already there. That didn't happen often. He was the most handsome guy Harry had ever laid eyes on. From his soft chestnut hair to his bright blue eyes, his gorgeous smile and the tattoos barely visible but still peaking out from under his shirt. He walked inside and glanced at him, feeling his mouth water as he saw what appeared to be a nipple piercing through his thin white shirt. When did he get that? He was deep in conversation with that Zayn guy. Harry could never really figure out whether they were dating or not, he wouldn't blame Louis though, Zayn was also gorgeous, and if he wasn't hopelessly crushing on Louis, maybe he'd appreciate Zayn's looks a bit more.

"Curly lad is looking at you again", Zayn whispered to Louis who looked up and shot Harry a soft smile.

"He's a cutie isn't he?" Louis responded.

Zayn nodded, "though, too shy for you".

"Yea, thought so too", Louis sighed.

"Cheer up Lou, there's plenty of other guys".

"Are there though? Cause I swear I've had all of the gay guys in this town and they're all trash".

Zayn laughed at that, "all of them hm? So you're admitting to your slut antics now?"

"Shut up", Louis said, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.

Harry watched them throughout class, if they weren't lovers, they were such good friends. He wished he could be part of something like that one day. He saw Zayn doing something under the desk and felt his eyes go wide, were they going to do that on school property?

"Can't believe you still roll those shits in class, one of these days you're gonna get caught Zayn, and I'm not coming home with you to explain it to your dad", Louis said.

"It's just weed, besides, look at him, mr. Winston doesn't care".

Louis chuckled, "he'd probably ask if he could join us instead of expelling us".

"Exactly", Zayn shrugged, grabbing Louis' pen to push everything in place before taking a good look at it, "a beauty if I do say so myself".

Louis shook his head and looked up again, he saw Harry looking at them with wide eyes. Chuckling, he winked before pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't tell", he mouthed. Harry thought he was going to faint.

Zayn looked at who Louis was mouthing at and laughed, "maybe you should invite curly".

"Please, he's way too innocent for that".

"That's what makes it fun, come on, you remember your first time".

And Louis thought back to little 15 year old him, feeling like such a king aside from having paid way too much for a mediocre blunt. Him and Zayn had shared it in Zayn's shed, their cheeks had gone rosy pink and they couldn't stop giggling. He smiled, they were so precious back then. "I came out to you that day", he laughed.

Zayn shook his head, "didn't believe you at first, thought it was the drugs talking, but then you tried to kiss me and I was like oh shit".

"You didn't believe me?"

"Lou, we were 15 and you had kissed way more girls than me, it was a little hard to believe back then".

The lesson was boring and Harry found himself focussing on the duo once again, he wished he had the balls to just stand up and go talk to Louis. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but what if he wasn't? He imagined what their life's were like, how they already had that many tattoos at 22, what they did on the weekends, if their parents knew about their lifestyle. It was all so foreign to Harry. He couldn't even come home late if he didn't want to have trouble sitting the next day. Tattoos were definitely a no go, so were drugs and alcohol. Harry had had one glass of wine in his life, on his birthday last year. It had tasted bitter and he didn't know if he liked it, but he felt grown after that. Meanwhile there were guys like Louis and Zayn, who basically did that stuff on the daily, it was wild to him.