His eyes opened to the blue sky stretching wide above him. His lungs were filled with the pure air that drifted lightly as the leaves rustled on the ground. One of the leaves got tangled up in his curls, and he quickly tried to untangle it. Without his curls, he was nothing. There was another boy lying right next to him, watching him as he tried not to disrupt his curls.

"What should I do Harry?", the other boy asked.

Harry laid back down, satisfied now that the leaf was out. "What do you mean Louis?"

Louis looked back up at the sky. "I need to get Sandra something for our 1 year anniversary. It's in a few weeks, but I can't stop thinking about it."

Harry turned his head away from Louis in disgust. For that past year, all Louis had talked about was Sandra. It's not that Louis had no time for Harry anymore, it's just that he used to be about jokes and laughing, but now he is trying to be the romantic in the relationship, and its changed him from the inside, Harry thought. What's so great about her anyways? Just because she's a dancer with a beautiful voice, doesn't mean that she is the right girl for Louis.

"Harry….?", Louis asked, smiling.

Harry woke out of his daze. "W-What..?"

"What should I get for Sandra?", Louis was getting more excited by the minute.

Harry searched his mind for something stupid. Maybe Louis would leave him alone when he realized that he didn't care for that kind of stuff.

"Ummm…", Harry thought. "She's a dancer, so why don't you dress up in a sombrero and learn to salsa?"

Louis laughed out loud. But then a thought hit him. "Harry, that's perfect!"

"What? Dressing up like a Mexican and…"

"NO. LEARNING TO DANCE. She would love it!", Louis smiled and laughed a bit.

Harry smiled too, but turned his head and frowned a bit. What had he done…?

Harry put on his pants for school. He had a good feeling about today; he could tell it was going to be a great day. He slid on his backpack, went downstairs and kissed his mum. I wonder, he thought as he went out the door, has there ever been a day where I haven't kissed my mum? He smiled as he waited for the bus. Nope, there has never been a day that I haven't kissed my mum. And there never will be, Harry decided.

Classes got off to their usual start. Harrys mum was satisfied with average grades, so he rarely paid attention to his teachers. In fact his entire notebook was covered in doodles he drew while they were talking. But Harry was anxious to get to lunch. His stomach was a grumbling so loud, he had to cover it with his arms. He looked over at the boy sitting next to him.

"Zayn, when does class end?" , Harry whispered.

"10:42", the handsome Pakistani boy replied.

At that moment, Mr. Lauder, Harry's teacher, turned away from the board.

"Zayn, Harry!", Mr. Lauder bellowed. His voice echoed around the room. "Solve the problem on the board for us."

Harry froze. Why the hell did this problem look so confusing? He looked over at Zayn in desperation. Zayn saw the Harry's look and sighed.

"24 pi, sir"

"Well done, Zayn!", Mr. Lauder laughed. Zayn had been one of his best students this year. He turned around and began working on the board again.

Harry mouthed his gratitude. Zayn nodded and went back to writing notes. It's not like Zayn doesn't drift off once in a while, Harry wondered, why does he always know the answer? How is he so damn smart? Life would be so much easier if I was that smart, concluded Harry.

Zayn picked up his books at the end of class and walked out of the room. Harry better get his shit together, he thought as he stopped at his locker, because I'm not going to cover for him any longer. He wondered how easy his life would be if he didn't have to achieve straight A average. He wished he could be like Harry for once, carefree and relaxed instead of worrying about the next quiz. Yes, he thought, life would be so much easier if he was like Harry.

Zayn checked his quiff in the mirror that was hanging in his locker. He always had a mirror on him. If you look good, then you feel good, Zayn said to himself. And looks is all I got, he decided as he entered the cafeteria with his lunch.

"Hey, Zayn!", A short, blond kid with a heavy accent called out. "Over here."

"Niall…", Zayn laughed under his breath at the blond kid waving his arms in the air and making a fool of himself. As he sat down, a thin boy turned to him and asked him, "Zayn, can I borrow your phone?"

"Yeah, Liam, why?"

" I need to make an important call and my phone is in my locker.", Liam smiled.

"Ohhh….Shawna is it?" Niall teased. Liam turned red and snatched Zayn's phone, kicking Niall in the butt as he walked by.

"Shawna…?", Zayn asked.

"Liams girlfriend. Got an ass like two watermelons smushed together.", Niall motioned with his hands. "They've been dating for a while."

"Honey, I'm sorry. I can't make it. There's too much work and —no, no, no I didn't say that…no, you don't know what I meant…Darling, don't han—Shawna? SHAWNA?"

Liam sat down abruptly as Louis and Harry joined the table. Harry immediately began swallowing down his burger whole, while Zayn checked himself in his pocket mirror and Niall tried to figure out how to open a pack of cookies, his third one, leaving Louis to be the only one to notice Liam's gaunt face as he sat down.

"What's wrong chap, school too much stress?" Louis asked casually, as he dived into his salad. His new pair of jeans felt a little too snug on his butt, and he decided it was time to cut back.

Liam shook his head and stared down at the table. After a few seconds he faked a smile and began eating. Louis felt he had touched a nerve and let go of the issue.

"So Sandra and I are thinking of going south together this summer." Louis tried to make conversation. Harry choked on his grapes.

"We're thinking of taking a trip to Oxford too, to explore our future college." Louis smiled as he talked about her.

Harry looked away. Suddenly he became self-conscious and lost his appetite. He wished he could be anywhere but there. Please don't start about her Louis, please don't start.

"So you and Sandra, getting pretty close together aren't you guys? Who wears the pants, her?", Niall joked.

"No pants in our relationship, Niall", Louis winked playfully at him.

Harry stood up forcefully and walked away, his mind cluttered with images of Louis and Sandra. Why am I doing this, Harry thought, why is this happening to me?