Average. [Larry Stylinson au] EDITING

Chapter 7

[Louis' P.O.V]

When my last class of the day ends, I walk towards the school gates where I hope to see Harry waiting for me.

When I turn the corner, I see Harry standing there with his back facing me. Instead of sneaking up behind him and making him jump again, I hesitantly walk up to him.

"...Harry?" I speak up.

He turns around. "Oh, hey, Lou," he says, giving me a quick smile.

I frown. "Are you still mad at me?" I ask. "Please don't be mad at me."

Harry frowns in, what seems to be, confusion. "I'm not mad at you. Why would I be mad at you?" He asks.

I look up at him. "Um, because you walked away without saying bye to me, or even looking at me," I say.

Harry's eyes soften. "Oh, Lou," he says. "I wasn't mad at you, I just, I don't know, don't like thinking about the bullying and stuff," he frowns.

I look at him. "But that's because of me? I kept mentioning it," I say, looking down.

"No, Lou, it's not. Don't blame yourself," he reassures me. "Now, let's go to your house so I can meet your lovely family," he says with a big grin.

I grin back. "And we also need to finish that song for the project," I tell Harry.

Harry groans. "But that's boring," he whines.

"I thought you liked music? You did take it as a GCSE after all," I remind him.

"I do like it, I'm just bad at it," he says.

I let out a laugh. "Harry, you are far from bad. What we have so far for the project is amazing. And who's done most of it?" I tease. I can tell he's trying to hold back a smile. "You did! Now shut the fuck up and let's go," Harry laughs and follows me.

Our song for the project so far is actually quite good, if I may say so myself. Harry and I took turns to go home and write a bit. Harry went home first, came back with some amazing lyrics, and then I went home and used his lyrics to add to it. We haven't named the song yet, but we'll try to finish it today. I'm going to make Harry sing it. I can't wait to hear his voice.

"Come on, you're so slow!" I whine as we walk towards my car. Harry just laughs and continues to walk at a slow pace. I grab his hand and pull him along to make him move faster. It doesn't work.

Harry laughs again. "Lou, you can't even lift my hand on its own, never mind pull my whole body," Harry teases.

I stop and turn to face him. I stand and look at him for a moment, trying to think of a good comeback, but then all I end up saying is, "You're a prick." And turn to walk away.

I hear Harry laugh again. "Aw, I didn't mean it, Louis," he walks to catch up with me so I walk faster. "Lou, come on," he tries again. Just to annoy him even more, I go faster.

I can tell Harry's getting frustrated now. "Louis! You just went past your fucking car, come on!" Harry shouts.

"You're gonna have to catch me first!" I shout back, smirking to myself.

I think Harry finally realises it's a joke, because he lets out a smug "Oh, okay," while chuckling. Shit, why did I do that? I start into a run and I see Harry doing the same out the corner of my eye.

I start to laugh, thinking this whole thing is just silly. My laughing causes me to slow down a whole lot and Harry catches up with me. "Harry, stop," I laugh. "I can't breathe, oh my God," I slow down into a jog, and Harry grabs onto my waist from behind, pulling me into his chest.