weed, one direction, and lots of alligators

Chapter Two

Harry's POV

Harry felt a strange sensation in two places when he heard Louis speak, the first being in his nose, probably from the excessive amounts of weed that were obviously stashed around the room, and the second being in his nether regions. What the hell, he thought, confused by how the drug addicted dwarf had turned him on.

Harry simply nodded his head and started unpacking his things into the small wardrobe next to his bed, scared that if he turned to look at Louis the tingling would come back.

"You're from the city right?" Louis asked, sounding a little too interested.

"Does it always smell like this?" Harry asked, completely disregarding Louis' question.

"Like what?"

Could he really not smell the pot? Or was he just used to the smell? A little worrying, but it wasn't like Harry expected anything more from someone who attended a dump like this.

Their conversation was interrupted all too quickly by a shrill squeaking coming from the hallway, followed by a loud banging on the door.

"Louis! Louis! Louislouislouislouislouis!"

Louis audibly groaned and made his way towards the door, clearly not wanting to. Harry found that strange considering the girl appeared to be VERY interested in him.

"What do you want Eleanor," Louis said. "We already hung out once this week, isn't that enough for you? Besides, I have to show Harry here around."

"Well, you agreed to be my boyfriend, and I want my boyfriend to take me to dinner." Eleanor pouted.

"First of all, I never agreed to anything, and second, no. Bye Eleanor," Louis said, slamming the door on her face.

It was painfully obvious to Harry how one-sided the relationship was, and he found it quite funny how clueless that Elevator girl seemed to be. No, that couldn't be her name, and Harry was sure she wasn't nearly as pleasant to ride as an actual elevator.

Louis pulled out another joint from his pocket, lit it, took a long drag, and held it out to Harry.

"You expect me to take that wad of grass and put it in my mouth?" Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Keep dreaming mate."

"Oh I will," Louis muttered to himself, with a suggestive smirk.

And at that moment the nether tingling came back for a second round of torture, further confusing Harry.

They made eye contact for what seemed like a little too long to mean nothing, before the silence was broken by another pounding on the door.

"Better get that," Louis said, getting up slowly.

Harry couldn't keep himself from staring at Louis luscious butt as he walked towards the door. Man, he thought, what an arse.

"I'm gonna head out with Zayn, take it sleazy mate." Louis said, slamming the door behind him as he walked out.

"Thanks?" Harry muttered, not sure what to make of the weird comment.

Soon thereafter he decided he should be productive, and went down to the reception desk, where the same lady as before was sat. Her name plate read Diane Lee.

"Uh, Diane," Harry said quietly, hoping to get her attention, "I was wondering about the football team?"

Diane pushed her glasses down her nose a bit and looked over their frames condescendingly.

"Tryouts are tomorrow at noon on the main field. That's the one in the front." She said, making it clear that was the only information she was going to give him.

Harry nodded and went back up to his dorm to finish unpacking. Well that's what he told himself he was going to do, but instead he started looking around. His first mistake. It didn't take long to discover a couple stashes hidden around the dorm, not very well though because he'd located them so quickly. They were mostly small boxes filled with different powders, plants, and what looked like the syringes you were given shots with at the doctors. he made a mental note to ask Louis about those later, even though he knew he probably wouldn't.

A couple hours passed and Harry had finally finished moving into the dorm. He had made sure not to decorate too heavily, as Louis seemed like the minimalistic type, and he thought it best not to get on his nerves. Yet. His bed was covered with dark blue sheets and a grey comforter, fairly bland. He put up a couple pictures of him with his mum and his brother, but quickly took them back down and hid them in a drawer. No one needed to know about his family yet.

The only reason he'd decided to hide his descent was not because he was embarrassed (he was embarrassed though), but because it wouldn't be hard at all. When he was born his parents had decided to keep his name out of the press all together, which resulted in many people not knowing who he was. He'd always been told he looked nothing like his parents anyway, which he decided to take as a compliment. His skin tone, for one, was thankfully not orange. He never did understand why his dad went through all the trouble of tanning monthly, just to end up looking like he'd rubbed Cheeto dust all over his face.

Harry sat down on his freshly made bed and took out his computer. A little insta stalking couldn't hurt, right?

He typed out "Popolopen Boarding School New York" and hit search.

Popolopen High School: Official Website
Popolopen Boarding School's Liam Payne Breaks Football Records
Popolopen High News Letter: Stay In the Know!

He skimmed the results until one caught his eye.

What's Poppin' At Popolopen: All the Latest Gossip at Popolopen High!

He clicked it and was immediately brought to the main page of what looked like a shady Hollywood celebrity update website. It had a feed that consisted of pictures with captions describing the latest events. This could be helpful, he thought. The most recent had a picture of a tall girl with blondish hair standing at the edge of the lake. One of her boobs was very visible.

"We are so embarrassed for it-girl Gigi Hadid. Just look at the nip slip!"

It had been posted only five minutes ago, but the comments were already filled with "omg!" And "awkwarddd" The photo had clearly been taken against her will, which Harry found a bit concerning, but kept scrolling anyway.

Much to his surprise, the next photo was of him.