*HARRYS POV*
"Partners for your next project. I'm actually assigning them this time, considering what happened last time," Mrs.Wells spoke as she eyed us carefully. I was thankful that she hadn't even given me a second glance, probably because she was too busy yelling at the louder part of the classroom.
I was thankful that it was the last period, considering all of today was overwhelming. I was scared of places with a lot of people on it, and at its worst, panic attacks would get the worst of me.
"Harry?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at Mrs.Wells.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to sound like I'd paid attention.
"You're with Louis. Good luck."
I furrowed my eyes in confusion. Louis? I scanned the crowd until I saw the boy with the piercing blue eyes walk my way from the loud side of the classroom. Right. Louis.
"I guess you won't have a choice but to talk to me now." He said in a light tone of voice, giving me a smug smile. I returned the half smile involuntarily. Every time he smiled, the corners of my mouth curled up, it was like a reflect.
"So," He began, sitting down at the desk next to mine, shuffling some papers in his hand.
"What do you wanna do our project on? Women's rights? Abandoned animals? Uhh.. Any thoughts?" He eyed me, as if he was waiting for an answer. Yeah right. I just shrugged, hoping he would figure something out on his own. And I'm guessing life decided to be good to me today, because he turned back to shuffling pices of papers in his hands. After about 5 minutes, he pulled out to papers, carefully setting them on my desk in front of me.
"I thought those were good topics. Which one do you wanna do?"
He motioned for me to read them, and I did.
The first paper, honestly, frightened me.
'Abused children at home.' I swallowed hard, as I let my eyes wander to the next paper. I definitely didn't want to read about something I already knew about all too well.
'Gay People's Rights.'
Was this a fucking joke? Did life really hate me that much?
"What do you think?" Louis asked again, obviously getting impatient.
"Uhm, I don't know, which ever you want to do.." My voice trailed off, and I looked away so Louis wouldn't see the fright in my eyes. I hated speaking to people, just as much as I hated being around them. The thought of saying something wrong, scared me more than anything.
"Right, okay.. So.. Well I guess we could do abused children at home, considering I heard someone was already doing gay rights. Is that alright?"
Fuck.
"Uh, yeah.." I tried sounding convincing, but my voice cracked, which it only did when I lied. Louis gave me a weird look, but carried on, as he put all the other papers back in a Manila folder.
"So, when do you wanna work on it?" He asked with curious eyes, as his feathery hair was swept blissfully to the side. It looked so touchable. If I could just reach out, and.. No. What the hell was going on with me today? No. As soon as Louis realized he wasn't gonna get a answer out of me anytime soon, he sighed and checked his phone.
"Do you want to come over sometime after school? I'll take you home afterwards. If its alright with your parents." I cringed at the word 'parents.' After about five minutes of impatient waiting for an answer, I knew I had to say something.
"I don't think.. Uh.. I don't.. I can't.. Uh.. Right, my uhm.." Louis sighed.
"Can you not talk or something?" He snapped in an annoyed tone, catching me off guard. My eyes widened, and I choked down a whimper. Louis's eyes went from annoyed to soft, as his eyes wandered down to my hands.
