The Sins of a Lover

Chapter 3

Friday rolled around faster than Harry had wanted. He was sitting in English class. Jeremy had been playing the usual tormenting game of how many little bits of paper could get stuck in Harry's hair. Harry just sat there, occasionally brushing his hand through his silky curls. Louis was sleeping the whole class period so Harry didn't have to worry about him much.

It was lunch hour now. Harry walked into the cafeteria to see Niall talking with some of the "popular" kids.

"Oh hey, Harry!" said Niall cheerfully.

The other kids seemed to slowly get up and leave the table they and Niall were sitting at. Harry came and sat next to him.

"Hey, I didn't get a chance to tell you this yesterday but I have awful news." said Harry.

"What's up?"

"Wednesday in English, me and non other than Louis Tomlinson were called up to the teacher's desk."

"Oh god."

"Mrs. Johnson is making me tutor him on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after school." Harry dreaded to say.

"That sucks, mate!"

"I know!"

"You gonna do it? said Niall whilst shoving a few chips in his mouth.

"I have to! I need the credit for gym."

"Isn't he the reason you need credit in gym anyway?"

Harry looked down, "Yeah..."

"Aw I'm sorry, man." Niall sympathized now sipping on his Coke.

"Do you think you could come with me?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Sorry, no can do. I have football practice after school for the next month."

"Alright, it's fine." sighed Harry, "Well, wish me luck." He gave a weak smile.

The Time had come. Harry felt as if he were walking to his own funeral. His heart started beating faster as he edged toward the door of the English classroom. As Harry walked in, he was surprised to see that Louis was already there.

"Ah, hello Harry." greeted Mrs. Johnson.

"Hello." Harry replied and slowly walked closer to Louis.

He pulled out the chair and sat next to Louis without saying anything. Louis kinda just mystically stared into his eyes with a dour look on his face. Harry wasn't quite sure what to do.

"So, um..." Harry stammered out.

"Yeah we've got to do some stuff or something." Louis stated rather awkwardly.

"Right...so what do you need help in?"

"I don't know. Vocabulary I guess."

"Right then." Harry was getting out his vocab book.

"Well goodbye boys, close the door when you're done!" Mrs. Johnson politely said with a smile.

"You're leaving?" Harry nervously questioned, whipping his head over toward the teacher.

"Yeah you'll do fine on your own." said Mrs. Johnson far too cheerful for Harry's mood. "Goodbye!"

Mrs. Johnson left the English room without another word. You could hear here heals walking down the hallway.

"Well are we gonna do this or what?" said Louis in a surprisingly eager tone.

"Yeah, sorry." Harry refocused on Louis and the vocab nervously.

The whole thing was going very surprisingly well to Harry. Louis hadn't insulted him once or hit him at all. It was a side of Louis Harry had never seen before. Not that he had really ever gotten to see any sides of him besides aggressive. But now he wasn't being rude or anything. When the clock struck 4:30 the boys realized it was past the time they were to be done and Harry started putting all his paper back into his soiled back pack. Louis was looking at it in a sorrowful way. Harry had noticed Louis' look and tried to make the situation less awkward.

"Well I guess we'll pick up where we left off on Tuesday." Harry said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"Right." Louis got up and walked around Harry to the door. "Bye." he said without turning around and left the classroom.

Harry waited a bit before exiting the room. He didn't want it to be anymore awkward seeing Louis in the hall than it already was having to tutor him.

AN: Please read all of this. It's vital! Alright so I thought I would stop this chapter here. Yeah it's short but if you had the whole story out in front of you on notebook paper, and saw that you didn't actually divide it into actual chapters then you would probably do the same. Okay now don't hit me for taking for-fucking-ever to update. I have a problem. I apologize. :)? Anyway, I would like to make it noted that I think this is the most awful fic like ever, like I laugh at my own writing when typing this out. Just like, what even, Marissa? Anyway I am trying my best to fix it up to be better as I'm editing but there's not much I can do. If you continue to read then I am grateful. (Is this what it's like for the writers of Glee to see their episodes? hmm...)

Another plus, this isn't my best writing but I am much more proud of other ones I've written (there's another Larry) if you wanna check out my profile. :) Okay now I'm done. Review and stuff. ^.^