Realism

Odd Encounter .1

A/N: I HAVEN'T DONE FIRST PERSON IN A LONG TIME SO...bare with me.

*Louis's POV*

Yesterday I met this curly haired fella in the bathroom, never caught his name, but I'm pretty sure I follow him on tumblr because my favourite account posted a story about meeting someone in the bathroom that sounds almost identical to yesterday's story. If this is true, I am so finding out and becoming one of his mutuals. I have been trying to get his attention for about a year and half that little shit.

"Hey Lou-" Zayn waves as he approaches, but I yank him by the jacket, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Hush up. You'll give away my location." I whisper harshly.

"You are standing behind a locker. I'm pretty sure whoever you're hiding from will find you." Zayn says with an amused smirk plastered across his face.

"I said shut up." I smack Zayn's shoulder. "This is a covert operation."

Zayn rolls his eyes, but crouches next to me. "Okay. What's the plan?"

"Our target is curly. When he passes by, I will pounce. Got it Master Zen?"

"Roger that Sassy Pants." He smacks my arse then shifts his gaze to the halls.

I grumble under my breath about how my personal space was just violated by a plebeian twat (Zayn's better than most, but you know), trying to search the crowd at the same time.

"There he is!" I screech all of a sudden, bolting into the sea of students.

Zayn chuckles, rolling his eyes as he walks away.

Now is my chance to make history.

"Hi. Harry is i-" I slam into the boy, who is texting vigorously on his phone, and bang our heads together. Fabulous.

He grips his head. "Ow. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there."

"It's alright." I press a palm to my forehead and smile.

Harry jerks his head upwards at the sound of my voice. He resembles a deer in headlights at the moment, and it is quite adorable.

"Uh-duh-ugh-um." Harry stutters out, knees bent in a defense pose.

An amused smirk slides onto my face. "You okay Harry?"

"Yea-Yeah totally. Why wouldn't I be?" Harry shakes out his curls and clears his throat, miserably failing at being 'cool'.

"I don't know. You seem a little tense. Maybe you need a back rub." I reach out to touch him, but he slips away awkwardly.

"No, no, no. I'm okay." Harry swallows roughly. "I need to go. Right now." He turns to run away as the bell rings, but I grab his wrist and pull him back to whisper in his ear.

"I know about your blog."

Harry freezes, too scared to turn around.

"I don't kn-know what you're talking ab-bout." He jerks his arm away, not moving.

"We're both bloggers here," I pause momentarily. "mikeyspizzaslice." I smirk, walking up behind him.

Harry sighs and turns around, crossing his arms. "Don't tell anyone. Please."

"I won't. I swear." I wave my hands around. "But...I, um, was wondering if you could notice me on tumblr."

Harry gives me a strange look. "What do you mean?"

"Friends?" I smile hopefully.

Harry tries hiding excitement by clearing his throat. "Yeah. That's cool." He starts squirming and throwing his arms out in front of him repeatedly. "What's your user?"

"Hemmoantinal." I say softly, peeking at his phone screen.

Harry types frantically, a baby pink blush powdering his cheeks. "I'll-uh check it soon or now or like later."

I chuckle at his nervousness, and smile. "See ya."

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*Zayn's POV*

"You need to work on getting a higher possé Zayn. It's affecting the aesthetic value of your dancing." Miss René reprimands. "I don't want to have to keep you late on Saturday."

I sigh in frustration. She's been on my ass about this for a week now. I've been trying, but it messes up my turns when I bring it higher.

"Alright. I'll try and practice before Thursday. Thanks Miss René." I smile and hoist my bag over my shoulder.

Once I get a fair distance away from the classroom, I pull out my phone and shoot Louis a text about where to meet me. We're having a sleepover tonight so we can watch the 5sos livestream together.

I walk over to the lunch area, and sit by the tree as I wait for Louis. It sounds like Mr. Cersei is on his case about laziness again. Louis hardly ever turns in any of his homework, and worst of all, he doesn't sing to the best of his abilities. He has so much talent, and it kills me to see him waste it like this.

"God." Louis grumbles, plopping onto the concrete and throwing his bag down. "I don't know what is up Mr. Cersei's ass, but I think it's starting to affect his brain. He seriously needs to lay off." Louis rolls his eyes dramatically.

I snort and set my phone in my lap. "Just do your homework LouLou."

Louis pouts. "Why'd you have to crap on my pity party?"

"When nature calls..." I chuckle, turning to glance at my tumblr.

"Can we go now? Because I think that creepy kid Niall is going to come looking for me soon." Louis says hurriedly as he looks around the courtyard.

"Yeah sure. I think my mum is at the corner." I bite my lip and grab my bags."

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A/N: sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have so much schoolwork.

-.- Just Go January -.-