Styles Boys

Wakey Time

Harry POV

I wake up in the warmest sheets ever, or maybe the person next to me is making me warm?

I snuggle a little deeper in the person's side and breath in. I open my eyes to see Louis' beautiful face next to mine.

Edward is laying his head on Louis' lower stomach and Marcel is on his stomach on the other side of Louis. I smile and try not to giggle as I remember the day before.
Best Sunday ever!

Wait... Sunday was yesterday?
So today is Monday?
Oh my god, today is Monday!
We're late for school!

I pull myself out of Louis' arms and grab my phone out of my pants on the ground. School started 2 hours ago!

"Wake up! We're late!"

They all open their eyes panicked when they here the urgency in my voice. Marcel realizes what I'm talking about first, he pulls away from Louis' other arm and tries to find his clothes quickly.

Edward was about to get up too, but Louis pulled him back down on top of him.

"You pretty boys can miss one day right? Wouldn't you rather stay here and make daddy happy all day?"

Edward licks his lips and nods violently.

Marcel rolls his eyes while a blush tints his cheeks, "It's only our second day! We can't skip today."

Edward reluctantly agrees and goes to stand up again. Louis lets him and sighs.

He stands up too but just stares at us trying to find our clothes. "I know you're dirty boys but you're wearing the same clothes two days in a row? And I'm not one to follow rules, but those are definitely against dress code..."

I look at him and think about our clothes, I drop my skirt back on the ground where I found it and put my hands on my hips, "What do you want us to do, Louis?" He smirks and I immediately regret asking.

He walks over to his drawers, slapping Marcel's butt on the way, and pulls out three large pairs of joggers.
One is white, one is black, and one is grey. Then he grabs three black tank tops.

He throws them over to us as he puts on his usual black jeans and white T-shirt. Then he watches as we slip on the pants. I got the white ones, Edward got the black, and Marcel got grey.

When I pull them all the way up they slip back down. Louis chuckles and steps close to me. He drags them up my legs again and I try not to shiver. He gets them above my hips before grabbing the string and yanking it tight.

I moan slightly and he smirks down at my face. He finishes tying and puts on his shoes. We all finish getting dressed and rush out to Louis' car.

"My hair is a mess!" Edward complains from the passengers seat. Marcel and I roll our eyes and Edward groans while combing his fingers through his oh so precious hair.
He is more proud of his hair than anything.
It's insane.

We arrive at school and head into the office. The receptionist woman, Susan, as Niall called her said to go to our third class. We all have basically the same schedule because there aren't many students here, so we head to the same class.

Louis swung open the classroom door and struts in as we shuffle behind. The whole class goes quiet as we enter.
I think it's something to do with Louis, everybody seems careful around him or wary.
Is it something to do with his powers?
Has he done something that frightened them?
He's always been so nice to us and we still don't know his power...

We head towards the back of the class to our seats. My brothers and I sit at the same table and Louis, Niall, and Liam sit behind us, at the very back. Zayn is in the front of the class though.