He shifted restlessly on his stool. Totally aware of everything the boy did, every glance he shot his way, the tiny movements he made. The brush of knee against knee sent a wave of fire shocking through his body causing him to take a sharp intake of air. He could feel his face starting to burn.

He tried to clear his head, to try and focus on what his teacher was saying; but his voice was so boring, and droning and the boy next to him was just so much more fun to pay attention to.

He studied the face. How his caramel colours hair was just long enough to start to curl at the ends. How his blue eyes contrasted so well with the long curve of his eyelashes, how his skin tone-

"Mr Judd, thank you for volunteering" His teacher looked at him expectantly. He was supposed to give him an answer. He floundered for a while, making it look as though he was thinking. It wasn't working.

"Molecular Denaturing" A voice inside his head whispered. It was strange, because it wasn't his voice. Jesus Christ! He was hearing voices now!

"Molecular Denaturing" he replied, praying it wasn't some random answer.

The teacher cast him a disbelieving look, before returning to the board. God. It was the right answer, he laughed to himself.

"No need to thank me," The voice said again, joking this time. He really was going mad. Then he realised the voice wasn't coming from inside his head; it was coming from the seat next to him. From the boy sitting next to him, seeing as he was propped up on one side by a wall, it could only be coming from one boy.

All Harry could do is stare, his voice was slightly strangled as the electric blue eyes met his own for the first time directly.
"um, hey it's Harry isn't it?" the demon angel asked beside him. "uhh yeah" Harry replied, "Thanks." he said with a grin this time. "Douglas huh?" his racing heartbeat was uncontrollable as he nodded in reply. His smile was breathtaking, and he was smiling for Harry, his eyes un humanly blue. The overall effect was too much for Harry's body as he felt himself react to the boy, silently thanking God for the desk covering him.
"but I prefer Dougie, if you were wondering" his eyes wandered away from Harry's for the first time and it was like falling from a wire, held up by this boy. His stomach did a flip.
"So, you play bass huh?" Harry couldn't let the conversation stop
"Yeah, you play drums don't you." it was a statement, not a question

"yes, how do you know" he only ever played alone, letting the music take him away. "I like watching you play, it's so deep like your part of the kit-" he stopped abruptly, his cheeks turning pinker, unable to meet Harry's eyes.
He loved the way the pink highlighted his cheeks, he wanted to pull him into his arms, and kiss away his embarrassment. No. He couldn't feel this, just be friends. "I like watching you too" Harry confessed, and Dougie's face turned back to Harry his smile reaching to his eyes, torn between happiness and nervousness. "I mean, your good, it's nice to see a real player around here" Harry recovered, trying to shut his heartbeat up. He wanted to say how Dougie's playing made his heart race, and his mind go blank, the deep pounding bass line causing his body to go numb. He kept silent.
"Maybe we should jam sometime, it would be cool to know what we could, erm, do together" they both turned away, Harry hiding his grin over his shoulder. For a second there, he could swear he saw Dougie do the same. Lust raged inside of him, and he sighed in relief when the bell rang.
"How about lunch time today?" Harry asked, feeling confident all of a sudden, "we could, erm see what we can do".
Dougie looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes saying things words couldn't, as his mouth spread into a grin before winking and walking away. "I'll be there." he called without looking back.

When Harry was alone, the world snapped back to reality. He couldn't do this, set himself up for a fall; but that last look Dougie had given him, could Dougie be..? No don't be stupid; he was just being a lad, messing with a new friend.
Suddenly Harry felt that today had taken a turn for the best. He grinned as he walked to his next lesson.