[DISCONTINUED FOR NOW] Harry isn't sure exactly how he ended up in an elective class titled 'Musical Performance'. He swore he marked it as his last preference, granted that the only instrument he's ever laid hands on is a recorder, and that was in Primary School, so. He's even more pissed at the fact that landing in this class has blocked him from taking P.E, and he's certain that was his number one preference. Basically, Harry is in for the shittest year of his life. Louis lives for music. His bedroom walls are littered with posters of guitars, bands and tour dates. He carries his headphones wherever he goes, blasting music from bands like The Kinks, The Who, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Led Zeppelin and every other classic rock band in between. Louis' one and only dream is to be in a proper band, not that shitty garage duo him and his best mate Niall have created, and this 'Musical Performance' class he's selected will hopefully take him there. These two boys are grouped together for the semester project, and Louis is forced to show stubborn and pissy Harry the ropes of everything bands, sound equipment and song writing. Let's just say it might get loud.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Includes external links, and I'm sorry I read a lot of oneshots.

This is the description of the story. Just kidding. But seriously, it's quite obvious from the title. And this is JUST for fun. So don't take offence. Anyway, happy reading. Btw, just keep in mind I wrote this a few years ago, so it may not be as accurate now. :)