Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

two

Friday came by. Which meant days at school, everybody's in a good mood including teachers, the food is usually better... Who doesn't like fridays?

Except for our two hour math class, I was in a lovely mood.

It was 45 minutes into class that my deskmate showed up, and nobody was even bothered by him storming through the door, pencil between his teeth and textbooks in hand, phone in the other. How does someone fit two big ass math books and a notebook in one hand?

"Welcome to class, Styles." Our teacher sighed without lifting an eye from his computer by his desk. They must have some agreement, the last time I was four minutes late he basically killed me with his eyes.

"'s my pleasure." Somehow Harry always replied politely to whatever our teacher said.

"So why is Harold late today? Rough night? Stuck in traffic? Maybe your coffee spilled halfway and you had to turn back to change to another pair of black skinny jeans?" I teased lowly, not wanting Mr. Wilk to hear me.

He always had the weirdest excuses, one time he was allegedly late because he was getting gas on his way to school, but the person in front of him got a flat tire while filling up the car so Harold himself had to change the tire, he even had dirty hands so for a bad excuse it was well executed.

Harry just opened his books in front of him and looked at the board for the pages we were working on, totally ignoring what I asked him.

"Oh, jeez, sorry for asking."

"Overslept," was all he responded, still staring down at his books. In three months of nagging at each other he'd never been this quiet or had oversleeping as an excuse.

"Really, Harold, I'm stuck here with you for another hour and fifteen minutes and you're gonna be in a bad mood?" I tried to trick at least a smile out of him, not because we were friends but because he seemed gloomy.

Harry took his hand and ran it through his hair, "Sorry Margaret I'm just really tired."

And we spoke approximately zero more words after that.

It wasn't really uncommon to be in a bad mood in class, but Harry always had a comeback or at least flashed a smile or drew pictures in his notes every once in a while...

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"What are you wearing tomorrow, Maggie?" Erin asked me as she waved her hand in front of her face to lure away the smoke coming from Louis' and I's cigs, she hated the smell but never actually complained about it or moved away, she's so fucking polite.

"I don't know, is there a dress code or something?"

"Maggie, darling, you always have an excuse to wear something cute," she grinned at me.

I sighed, "I really don't know if own something that you would define as cute, Erin," I put out the cig on the bench beside me, "Not everybody can pull of a pair of pyjama pants."

Wienna and Erin giggled, she was wearing pastel plaid dress pants, and I seriously thought they were pyjamas.

"Are you wearing jammies?" Louis shot an eye at Erin.

"I'm not even gonna respond to that question." Erin turned her attention to Wienna, asking her what she was wearing instead.

Louis winked at me with a grin, "Can you imagine what she would say if she knew I was wearing different coloured socks?"

I couldn't help but look down at his feet, noticing him not wearing any socks at all inside the vans.

"I knew that would work!" He cheered, "I'm not wearing socks."

"That's literally worse," I laughed and watched as he threw his cig away as well.

Both of our attention went to our right, where my beloved deskmate walked by with his unrealistic looking friend Zayn, both quiet, eyes forward.

"Is that the kid you're sat next to?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, we're like super tight." I crossed my arms, beaming at Louis before looking back at the two boys walking.

Harry was tall, like super tall. I didn't really notice it in class, because, you know, sitting down. But he owned a pair of long lean legs, wore a camo green sheer button up shirt hanging low, showing his collarbones off with nothing underneath, you could glimpse two birds painted permanently onto his chest. At least it wasn't a pyjamas.

His friend were dressed in dark jeans and some branded sweater. His black hair was pulled back but still didn't look like he made an effort. I wondered if he wales up looking like that. I wouldn't know how to act if I looked like that...

"Is it true what they say?" Louis continued, I looked over at him with furrowed brows, "That he's like super messed up? Lot of drugs and shit?"

I actually never heard anything about Harry, but then I remembered I only had these few friends and didn't really talk to anyone else these days, while Louis was the social butterfly, always in a good mood and making new friends, I even think he's friends with the choir.

But Harry? Being messed up? He seemed so calm and well grounded. Maybe I had gotten the completely wrong idea. And he was being weird this morning...

"Jokes aside, I don't know him at all."

Louis just nodded and lit another cigarette.

"Baby!" I heard a squeal, and then Erin ran past us, and by the sound and look of that I guess Niall is back from his class, finally joining the gang on their smokebreak.

"Ms. Cotton held you back a while, lad." Louis raised his brows towards Niall as Erin ran into his arms.

"Maybe she wants a taste of the leprechuan." Wienna said, making all of laugh except for Erin.

"That's literally so disgusting," she held Nialls arm tighter, kissing his lips a few more times.

I looked away, meeting Louis' apologetic eyes, did he know? Was it that obvious?