It has been 2 days since I turned my phone off, and honestly, I'm happy. His words hurt me a bit too much and it was nice spending time with Zayn, without constantly looking at my phone.
Currently, I was walking to my last class, the class I had with him. Honestly, I'm not even stressed, I'm—how did he say? "Just an irrelevant person."
Okay.
I walk in the classroom, no sigh of him. Great.
About 10 minutes into the class I notice the door open. I don't look up though.
"Mr. Styles. It has been almost 10 minutes." I look up to see none other than our Romeo standing in the doorway.
"My apologies, sir. Can I join the class?" He said, his eyes traveling around the classroom.
"Oh, Mr. Styles...yes, you may." The teacher finally said. That's when his eyes met mine.
It was only half a second but it felt like forever. Green melting into blue, two universes meeting each other, ice meeting the land.
I quickly looked away.
Too intense for me to handle.
The entire class I felt eyes on me. What the fuck is his problem?
He can't possibly know I'm tommo, right?
Wait, who's tommo? We don't know aint no tommo in this house.
Soon the class was over, I got my books and was already walking out when a hand tugged at mine. I turned around and...
"Louis?" my name coming out of his mouth felt like paradise.
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you a question?" I nodded as he let go of my arm.
What could it possibly be?
"Um...there's no way to say this...but..."
Fuck.
"What's the problem?" I asked, eagerly.
"Do you, by any chance, post pictures of yourself online?"
Wait...what?
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well...I—it's just...I saw a meme online, right?" He asked, laughing awkwardly.
"And?"
"And—well...it had your face on it."
"Oh."
WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO. THINK TOMLINSON. USE THAT SEXY BRAIN OF YOURS.
"Sorry, random question, but what was your name again?"
STUPID TOMLINSON, STUPID.
"I'm sorry?" He was in pure shock.
What the fuck did I just do? Pretend I dont know his name? Really?
"I forgot your name."
Okay, this will give me some time to think of an answer.
"Harry." He said, the confused look still on his face.
"Right. You see, Harry..." I hummed, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. Where is all my confidence? "I sell pictures of myself online."
"WHAT?!"
What.
What. What did I just say?
"YOU...you do what?"
"NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" I yelled, still not knowing why that came out of my stupid mouth. "I..I sell funny pics of myself to meme pages, you must have seen one of them." I quickly come up with a lie.
This is the dumbest thing I have ever said.
"Wait—why?" He was so confused. Poor boy.
"BECAUSE, STYLES! I need money." I yelled, lifting my hands in defense.
"Wait...you don't know my name but you know my last name?"
"I...the teacher used it today."
What's wrong with me.
"Oh..right. Well, bye then." He said, bowing.
Why did he bow?
Oh right. He likes korean culture.
"Oh, and—" he turned around.
What now—
"Do you by any chance know someone who's name is Tommo?"
FUCK.
"I..."
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