ocean eyes [ l.s ]

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A/N: sorry for taking absolutely ages to update. I hope the long-ish chapter makes up for it. please vote and comment, it means a lot. enjoy x.

The next morning Harry woke up to the bright light of sun shining through a small gap in the obsolescent curtains.

He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his back, hearing a tiny click. He groaned and turned sideways, patting for his phone on the night stand. Once he had it, he unlocked the screen and squinted at the brightness of it, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Suddenly Harry's heart jolted. Shit. He jumped up, falling over his own feet.

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck. Niall! Get your fucking arse out of bed. We've slept in!"

Niall sat up in his bed sleepily.

"What d'ya mean slept in? I thought you set an alarm." He said groggily and yawned, mouth wide open.

"I thought you did." Harry said, frantically trying to button up his shirt and fumbling with the tie. "How the fuck do you tie this thing??" he watched anxiously as Niall jumped out of bed.

"No, I rely on you for that. Forget about the damn tie." Niall snapped, throwing books into his backpack and slamming drawers and doors shut, trying to place his belongings.

That's when their mentor opened the door.

"What's all this hassle about? I thought you guys are being mugged. What are you still doing in the dorms? You should be in class."

"So sorry, but we slept in." Harry tried to tame his curls but gave up and tied a bandana in his hair like a hairband. That ought to do it.

"Hurry, you're missing the first period!" Ben rushed them.

"Almost done!" Niall said, jumping to get his trousers on and they ran out of the room while he was still buckling his belt.

"We can make it just in time for the second lesson." Harry said breathless while running, checking his watch.

**

Harry ran, five minutes late, into his physics class, out of breath and flushed. "So sorry, my apologies."

The teacher carried on writing formulas on the board, almost completely ignoring the awkward entrance.

Eleanor and Zayn waved from the back of class and Harry headed straight there, ignoring everyone's curious looks.

"Hey." He said as he flopped down on his chair, bag dropping off his shoulder onto the floor.

Zayn nodded, doodling on his notebook, looking bored out of his mind already.

"You look hot." Eleanor said.

Harry blushed. "What..." he said quietly.

"I love the bandana." She pointed with the pen.

"Oh. That." Harry touched the patterned fabric tied into his untamed curls. "Yeah. My hair was a mess."

"Half of the cheer team wants to date you." Eleanor stated, biting her pen and leaning forward on the table.

Harry blushed again, looking for his notebook. As if he cared anyway.
"That's unfortunate." He muttered.

Eleanor took out a little bottle of black nail varnish and started painting her nails.

"Oh my god, are you crazy? They'll kick you out of class." Harry said, scribbling formulas in his notebook.

"Couldn't care less. Can I paint yours?"