You weren't exactly popular but you weren't classified as an outcast either. More in the group of people that everyone either hated or got along with.
Then there was him. In the group of dickheads consisting of all the idiot males. At first, you would have never noticed him if he didn't have a nice side. That was the hardest part. When they act like assholes but are naturally sweet.
One foot in front of the other, you walked through what you called the gates of hell. Heavy bag slung across your back, thermos cup of coffee in hand you marched to your locker. You and him shared the same locker bay so it gave you a chance to get a decent look in every stop. It also helped that you shared a few classes. As you rounded the corner your heart did a little jump. Now you weren't one to word vomit or run away, actually, you were quite confident is simply just being normal. The tall brown male was shoving their bag into the small locker provided. Now, this morning you were a little rushed, hence the handheld coffee so your looks weren't visually pleasing for some. Your mood was quite temperamental so you stayed quiet and struggled to put in your code one handed. At one point your hand had slipped a little sending scalding hot coffee all over your front.
You inhaled a sharp breath as the heat hit you. "Oh for fucks sake!"
Your mood had changed to just downright angry now and it didn't help that you heard that adorably annoying laugh from beside you.
"Oh shut up." You snapped, pouting and turning to finally open your locker, successfully.
It was a few moments filled with paper rustling and metal meeting metal before a soft tap on your shoulder pulled you from your daze. You turned around after getting your books ready, only to meet a hand holding out a maroon t-shirt. You looked up confused to be met by a soft smile and them handing you the shirt.
"Thanks." You replied before closing your locker and taking the shirt.
You moved towards the toilet's shirt in hand. After slipping out of your now stained shirt and putting on his shirt you returned to dispose of the ruined shirt at your locker. The shirt rested mid-thigh and almost covered the entirety of your shorts. To your surprise, Louis was still there seemly waiting on you.
"You look cute in my shirts." He whispered in your ear before dashing off to first period leaving you a blushing mess for once.
"Oi y/n, nice shirt." One of your friends called from the table you sat at.
"Thanks, but it's not mine." You replied scooping up a meal from the lunchline.
Suddenly two arms wrapped around your waist, thinking it was one of your friends, you put the tray down and hugged back. It lasted a while like normal but felt different to anyone you usually hugged. Deciding to turn around you were met with the same adorable smile from earlier.
"I didn't realize we were that close?" You half asked half stated picking the tray up and nonchalantly walking to your smirking friends.
You sense he would follow so you too the seat with an empty space next to it. You saw him sit down and begin to eat along with everyone else. Some of your friends kept raising their brows or nudging any part of you they could. When you finally snapped giving them all death glares, they quit. That was until warm breath hit the space between your neck and ear sending shivers down your spine.
"Well beautiful, when you look that good, let's say I couldn't resist."
You smiled at the compliments and rested your head against his.
"Why can't you be this lovable all the time?"
"Hmm, maybe I can make an exception if you keep wearing this." He suggested playing with the hem of your shirt.
"Hmm...only if I get to keep it."
"I wouldn't want it back now, it doesn't suit me anymore." He whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your cheek and leaving.
Almost instantly you let out an exaggerated exhale smiling your ass off like a kid at Christmas.
