Chapter 1
Harry was sitting in class at his new University, ignoring the drama teacher like always. Harry never did like his school. He was always more of an artist than anything, painting, pastels, and much much more. He was currently working on a sketch of his teacher, Mr. Marcelona, or as he preferred them to call him, Marcel. Marcel looked quite like Harry, although Marcel has glasses while Harry doesn't. Marcel was quite young, he was actually still a student but was 'gifted' enough that the school had let him teach his own theater class. He has a very chiseled jaw, perfect teeth, and brown hair combed to the left.
He looks amazing in that suit' Harry thought to himself.
"Mr. Styles? I asked you to say your lines!" Marcel nearly yelled at him while waving the script to Though Shall Never, a play written by Scisco about a young couple who fall deeply in love, around in the air. Harry believed it was much of a cliché himself.
"Oh! Um..."
BRING BRING BRING
"Okay class, that's the bell, everyone have a great weekend!"
Saved by the bell. Again.
Harry walked out the doors and directly to his car. When he got in, he didn't start the car immediately. He sat there rubbing his face for a while relaxing from the three and a half hour class he was just put through. The drive home wasn't very long. He lived so close it was almost crazy to drive back and forth everyday, but Harry didn't mind.
The next day at Uni
"Attention class we have a new student arriving today"
Gee I hope he's hot. Wait what? Since when have you thought about boys this way? Harry subconsciously slapped himself to make himself stop thinking like this.
Harry watched as the most beautiful man he had ever seen walked into the room, wearing a white with red stripes shirt with red suspenders attached to his baby blue chinos. And he had quite a nice bum too. The foreigner looked at Harry with his crystal blue eyes and Harry couldn't do anything but freeze, his jaw half ajar, exposing his shock.
"Hello, my name is Louis Tomlinson." The stranger said with his half light and half joyful voice. He smiled really wide, trying to make a nice first impression. All the while, he was staring directly at Harry as he introduced himself. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach. But the amazing part, was that Louis did too.