Beanie [Louis/Luke]

Three

Three: "I. Am. Not. Tiny!"

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Louis.

"It has made me so happy that so many of you have decided to join Bradford High's Drama family this semester," Miss Jameson said, her hands clasped in delight as she paced the stage.

After going through the names of all the students in this year's Drama class from all grades (which were close to about 50 students) Louis was not contently sat in the front row, listening to his teacher's instructions, still smugly smiling to himself, thinking of ways to exact revenge from the tall Aussie who insulted him.

"Today was just an introductory class, and tomorrow, we are going to start with some Shakespeare plays, specifically Macbeth and The Tempest which are included in this semester. And of course, the improv classes," Miss Jameson added with a knowing smile, making the students cheer.

Everyone loved improv classes. Because you could easy slag someone while being subtle, all while being a boss. That was just the beauty of improv.

The period bell rung, the sound reverbrating through the auditorium. "Alright class! See you tomorrow in third period. It'd be advisible if you catch up on Macbeth as much as you can today," Miss Jameson subtly assigned the students homework, making some of them groan at the realisation.

"Louis? May I talk to you?" The teacher addressed the blue eyed boy, who nodded, and made his way to the teacher.

"What's up Miss?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to tell you that we made the right decision in making you the Drama class president. Hope you won't disappoint."

"Yep, of course teach. I won't," Louis smiled brightly.

"Good," Miss Jameson smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair. "See you tomorrow," she nodded at her favorite student who smiled back and nodded, hopping back down from the stage and across the now empty rows of seats towards his friends.

"Say, Mr. President? Can I have a word?" The deep Australian accent requested, and Louis glanced to the side, his eyes locking with Lip ring boy who was leaning against the stage.

Louis smirked inwardly. "Sure," he said, nodding at Harry and Gemma that he'll meet then outside, the latter peering at her best friend curiously.

"Hey. So no hard feelings, right?" The beanie clad blonde asked hopefully. "You love Drama. I love Drama. We're cool?"

Louis shrugged as he squinted his eyes in mock thought, the crinkles by his eyes becoming more prominent. "We'll see..."

"Luke. Luke Hemmings," the blonde shot the feather haired boy a dazzling smile, baring his pearly whites, and Louis found himself returning the gesture despite not wanting to.

"We'll see how this year goes for you, Luke. Though you won't have much luck in Drama," Louis said ominously, making Luke sigh then shrug his broad shoulders with a defeated smile.

"Fair enough. I had stated the blatant fact of you being adorably tiny, not knowing you'll mind it. And now you're going to childishly make my Drama classes hell, fair enough," Luke said nonchalantly, scuffing his shoes as Louis' cheeks turned red.

"I. Am. Not. Tiny!" Louis spat, his face tomato red, his fist clenched at his sides. Can't this idiot understand how much Louis hates it when someone makes fun if his height?

But he does understand. And that's why he teases Louis about it. Ugh.

"Touchy. Whatever you say, Tiny. See you tomorrow," Luke Hemmings said while suppressing his smile by biting on his lower lip, turning on his heel with a little stumble, but steadied himself and disappeared down the hall, leaving a seething Louis behind, who couldn't wait to do everything in his power to make the Aussie's Drama class experience a hellish one.