twisted dares - l.s.

Chapter Six

A/N: it's louis birthday!! ahh happy birthday king💙

Harry walked inside the classroom, taking his seat next to Niall.

"Hi Ni," Harry began.

"Oh good morning Haz."

The boys talked a bit more while starting their work. They had a worksheet to fill out before the class was going to watch an educational movie.

Mr. Corden was quite lazy on Mondays. The class typically did individual work or watched something. Mr. Corden was the type of teacher everybody loves. He was funny, and made learning a bit more bearable. He was obviously Harry's favorite teacher.

Harry took out his phone. He proceeded to untangle his earbuds, eventually succeeding. He placed them in his ears and decided to play some music to help him work. The teacher didn't care.

A moment later Harry heard the classroom door open. He didn't think anything of it and just focused on his work. He didn't once look up. The boy heard whispers of students gossiping amongst themselves.

Niall tapped Harry on the shoulder, gaining his attention. Harry glanced at the front of the classroom.

Everything froze.

At least it felt like that to Harry.

There he was. The boy. The one he ran into at the supermarket. The one who ran off without a trace. The one whom lived in his head rent-free. The one he couldn't help but stare into his deep cerulean colored eyes.

Shit.

He was staring.

God dammit Haz.

He snapped himself back to the present as Mr. Corden began to speak.

"Class, I'd like you to meet our new student."

The teacher smiled towards the boy. The boy on the other hand looked nervous. He was fidgeting with his fingers before looking up.

"Hi. Me names Louis."

Gossip and whispers filled the room. Mainly the girls talking. Harry shot Niall a look that read 'Is this really happening? What the hell.' Niall shot back a concerned face.

"Have a seat Mr. Tomlinson," Mr. Corden instructed.

Louis walked to an empty seat a row behind, and on the opposite side of Harry and Niall. Harry, trying so hard for his eyes to not watch him.

Harry couldn't stop obsessing over the lad. It felt as if a hundred fireworks were set off inside of him. In a good way, not a blowing up way. Harry adored the boy's blue eyes. They were a shade of blue he's never seen. They made Harry feel oddly warm.

Louis was clearly shorter than Harry.

Harry smirked, attempting to not smile. Hopefully no one noticed as Harry tried to conceal it by looking down at his paper.

He looked up once again, locking eyes with Louis. Louis jerked his head in the other direction. Great. Now the other boy knew he was staring.

This continued throughout the next two periods. Them staring and admiring one another. Finally, the teacher let them out of class and Harry walked to his locker, dropping off his notebooks. A locker door next to him opens. Harry looks up. It's Louis.

"Uh. Um," Harry couldn't think of anything to say.

Just introduce yourself.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles," he spoke affirmatively, while reaching his hand out in front of him.