benefits between friends / l.s

prologue part 2

(I know there is usually 1 prologue and that's it but I just decided to something crazy. It had to be done because if I want this book to work out the way I'm planning I just had to do this.)
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3rd pov
Years and years after that one summer, fate has decided something for Louis and Harry. It took a long time, longer than needed, but it was happening. It was all going to come like a tsunami.

While Louis had been going to the most popular high school in Doncaster, Harry had been going to the one very few students went to. This year that had to change because Harry's mother got a new job. So there he was. Changing to the school where nobody would know him, where he would meet new people and possibly become friends with some. Start relationships and end the old ones. It was always hard moving, changing everything you knew. But he was somewhat excited. He would be going to the most popular highschool. He wouldn't be one of those dorks going to the highschool nobody had barely heard of.

Everything was already taken care of, the house, the job, everything. Now all that was needed would be for Harry to actually go to the school and begin his life. His mother has already started hers, leaving him to wonder how much time he'd actually get to spend with her now. This job would take up all of her time. She'd barely be home. That just made him worry more. He's starting a new school, a new life, and he's going to be alone through it all. It made him a little mad for some unknown reason. But he'd have to get over it since he would be starting all of that today. And he couldn't turn back. There was nowhere to turn back to. There was nothing that could be done.

The choice to do nothing left him sitting in the passenger seat of his mums car on a Monday morning about to go to hell itself. He had his head thrown back and his hands were fidgeting around with his pants. He was already beyond nervous and to top it all off his mum made him dress like a grade A nerd. he was wearing skinny khakis, white converse, and a light blue button up. His unruly curls were left the way they always are. Too difficult to do anything with.
"Harry, honey, there's no need to be nervous."
"I'm not. Let's just go." He shot back quickly, ready to get this over with. He was lucky enough to be driven to school by her. It most likely wouldn't happen again. It wasn't that she didn't care for him, she did. A lot. Just not in the ways she should.

It only seemed like a couple minutes before the new school came into view. Various types of people were walking around, some rushing in. The ones rushing were the ones who actually cared about school. They wanted to get their things done.
He didn't care about studying each persons face and trying to make any friends right now. He just gathered his stuff and unbuckled his seat belt.
"Just stop here." His mum did, grabbing his wrist before he could fully get out of the car.
"Do good today Harry."
He nodded his head, jerking away and closing the door. He took a deep breath and began walking towards the doors. He needed to go to the office and get his schedule and junk, put his things in his locker, and maybe look around a bit if he had time. He was early and he didn't expect them to care if he was late. He just just make up a lie as to why, like he got lost or something.

When he was in he dodged people the crowded hallway, thankfully not bumping into anyone. Everyone who has seen him probably thinks he's some geek. He was normal. He knew they didn't think of him like that. In their minds he was new, fresh meat to pick on. To push around. To make fun of. He hadn't thought about it that way and he didn't want to. He pushed the thoughts out of his head. He was never usually insecure or worried. Why now? This wasn't an excuse.
He made it to the office without anymore bad thoughts. When he walked in it was like a graveyard. It was too quiet.
He cleared his throat and walked up to the desk. About a minute later a lady who looked to be around 30, most likely the receptionist, walked up to him.
"I'm new.. Erm. I need to see Mrs. Thomas." He spoke quietly and quickly.
"That would be me! You must be Harry. Harry styles if i'm not mistaken?" Harry nodded and have her a small smile. She was very nice and energetic. Her big brown eyes didn't show any sign of annoyance and she didn't stop smiling with her unusually white teeth. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly and she wore a navy blue pantsuit.
"Follow me into my office. We'll get you all set up."
He did as he was told and walked in behind her. Her office was small, probably like all of the rest. It was nothing special. What you'd expect to be a school office. She pulled out some papers and textbooks.
"These are your books," She pushed the books over to where he was seated along with some papers, "and those papers are the things you'll need to know. Ordinary rules, schedule, locker and locker combination, all that jazz."
He smiled at her. The whole time she was being so nice to him. He didn't know why, given he would have taken how he was acting rude. He had only said a few words to her throughout the 15 minutes they talked.
Finally it was over though and he could finish up what he needed to do. He left her office with a small wave and a genuine "Thank you for your help."
Harry made his way to the rows of lockers until he found his number. Locker 43. He put in the combination, messing up a few times. The locks on these were different than the ones he used to have to deal with. Once he got it open he put in the books he wouldn't need and the rest of the stuff he wouldn't need until later. Usually he was a clean, organized person, but not with lockers. He just crammed his stuff into them. Plus, he didn't have much time. Math was the first thing on his schedule, and he needed to be there the whole time. He wast that great in math, but he pulled along. He wanted to do better so he wouldn't have to worry about his grades more than he needed to.
When got all of his stuff settled, he made his way to the classrooms. He scanned everywhere searching. He had 7 minutes until it started but that time would go to waste if he didn't find the damned classroom.
"There!" He almost screamed, but thankfully it was quiet and under his breath. Harry walked into the classroom quickly and found a seat in the middle. He didn't like sitting too far back, but he didn't like sitting directly in the front. So he liked the middle.
After a couple minutes more and more students were filling in the seats. There were still a couple empty though.
Harry hoped the last of his classmates would come in already so he could get this class started with, and over with.
He couldn't do much considering there wouldn't be any time to get anything started. So he sat and think. He thought of all the possibilities that could happen that day. Anything could happen really, but he didn't want anything to happen. He just wanted it to be normal. Do everything the way it was supposed to be done and leave.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard a loud laugh. 2 blue eyes boys were walking through the doorway. One had blonde hair and the more Harry heard him talk he knew he was Irish. He was dressed like any other typical boy would. Harry's attention didn't last long on him, and he started looking at the brown headed one. He was skinny and small. His voice was soft and bit feminine, like the rest of his features. His hair was feathery and messy, yet still good looking. Even if he wasn't smiling you could tell he was happy. His eyes seemed to stick out more than the Irish boys. His were bright and they grabbed your attention. Shining like diamonds. Harry couldn't put his finger on it but that boy reminded him of someone very special.
"Louis! Niall! Sit down please. I'd like to get this class started." Louis? That name. That person.
Harry's mind was immediately flooded with memories from a long time ago. Could it really be him? Or just someone similar with the same name? The more he looked at him he knew. That was Louis. It was him. He was right there. One of his first best friends, his first kiss. The one person he thought about almost every single day. Harry couldn't get him out of his mind. As much as he told himself that it was over, it was just a childhood memory, he couldn't forget. The short time they shared together was too precious. To him, at least.
When class started everyone remained quiet and Louis still hadn't even glanced at him. He didn't expect him to, he probably didn't even know he was there. He was new after all.
"Before I get started I would like to inform you all that we have a new student." The people that already knew looked at Harry, but the rest didn't even bother. Louis still hadn't. Still. "Harry would you like to come up here and introduce yourself?" He rolled his eyes while looking down. 'You just said my name' he thought. He went up there anyway, standing up and walking up there a bit slower than he should have.
"Hullo. I'm Harry.." He looked everywhere, darting his eyes around the room. His hands were behind his back and he was standing straight up. He didn't know how to continue. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say. So that's it I guess." He punched himself in the face, mentally of course. He probably looked like the biggest idiot ever. Still standing there a couple seconds later. Nobody seemed to care though. He was almost sure Louis still wasn't looking at him, so he glanced at the boy. He was looking at him. Louis was looking at Harry. Not with a shocked expression, he was just looking at him. He was thinking.
After a few more seconds the teacher told Harry he could sit back down and he class would begin with what they were supposed to be doing.