Chapter Seven
Zayn had apologized later on before lunch to him. Louis knew that Zayn didn't mean no harm, he was just worried about his well being. Which is completely understandable, Louis was no stranger to Zayn being very protective of him, it was always a thing for them. So when Zayn said he was sorry Louis forgave him with smile and a 'it's okay Zayn'.
That was about forty-five minutes ago and now Louis was walking to English. Oh but he wasn't walking by himself, Harry was there with his dimpled smiles and green eyes. After pleading for his help in maths, Harry wouldn't take no for answer when he asked Louis if he could walk to class together.
So here they are sitting in class with their seats together waiting on there teacher to come in. Louis was nervously fidgeting in his seat at the hard stare Harry was giving him right now. Harry had such a concentrated look on his face, Louis wondered what the boy was thinking about. At first he thought it was something that he did but he wasn't sure what Louis did to upset the boy.
"Are you always this quiet princess?" Harry asked. Louis turned his head slightly, face going pink.
Princess?
"Uh...no it's just I'm that interesting so-"I beg to differ." Harry interrupted, leaning in closer towards Louis' desk.
"Because I find you very interesting." he smirked, while Louis tried hard not faint from the look Harry was now giving him. It looked like Harry was going to say something but then Niall came over and sat on top of Harry's desk. As they talked Louis took the time to look at Harry, the boy was fit. He had on this red v neck, showing off his collar bones and his tattoos. It made Louis wondered if he had more, his eyes traveled up to Harry's face.
He had such a strong jawline, he wanted to touch it, trace it with his fingers. He watched the way Harry's dimple pop in and out when he talked. His eyes were so green and pretty, and Louis wondered why sometimes they would cloud over with worry, or confusion. Harry was so difficult to figure out, and Louis was always so curious about him.
"Louis?"
He looked up to see Harry staring down at him with a smile. He blinked, "Did you say something?" he asked stupidly. Harry barked out a laugh, Louis watched, his skin prickling with excitement at the sound of it. The way he laughed was so manly, while his own laugh sounded like tinker bell trying to talk. "Were you not listening to me?" Harry asked.
Louis blushed because he was to busy eye raping Harry to notice anything else. You're being more rude almost everyday, his conscious tsked. Louis frowned at that, he needed to work on that, his mum always taught him that manners were everything. He looked up to see Harry still staring at him, waiting for an answer.
"Um no, I'm sorry I was just-"Ogling Harry's body?" Niall leered. Louis sputtered, "I w...wasn't o..og..ling him!" Louis shouted, making some students turn to stare at him. Oh god this is so embarrassing! "Niall stop being an ass." Harry said, shoving the blonde off the desk. Louis watched as Niall face planted on the ground, right as the teacher walked in.
"Mr. Horan is there a reason why you're on the floor hon?" she asked nicely.
Louis and Harry tried hard not to laugh while Niall got up and brushed his pants off.
"Uh no reason really...just making sure it's still there." he smiled, walking over and sitting back down.
Ms. Layard gave him a look but turned to the class, "Alright everyone were going to be working on poems today." She started with a bright smile.
"I thought this would be a good idea make some about your partner to get know each other." she said, the whole class groaned, including Louis. This means that he has to look at Harry and talk to him and he really wasn't up for that right now. Louis listened as Ms. Layard went on about how we could make the poem about anything; long as it has to do with their partner.
"Alright let's get started." she beamed.
Louis turned to Harry to see him already writing down in his notebook. He guess he should actually try and make one, but he's real bad at rhyming words together. He grabbed a pencil and looked down at his blank notebook, hmm where to start...he thought.
Green eyes
Dimpled Smile
Curly-Cue,
Long Legs
Pointy nose
Swallow Tattoos
Very Tall
Kind of cute
I'm starting to think that I like you
Louis stared at what he just wrote and blushed, he can't let Harry read this. What was he thinking, stupid brain couldn't come up with a simpler, non embarrassing poem. He was just going to erase the whole thing but it was snatched from his desk before he got a chance.
Oh god he's reading it! His mind screamed, Louis watched Harry out the corner of his eyes. He saw that the boy was smiling until it slowly fell in to a frown. Louis' heart dropped at the sight of it, good job idiot ya royally fucked up now, his conscious was on a roll today.
Harry looked up suddenly waving the notebook in his hand, frown still present on his face. Louis was just about to start apologizing when Harry opened his mouth to speak, "Kind of cute?" he asked. Louis sputtered, did Harry just? What was he...? Louis stared at him dumbfounded...
"Huh?" was the only thing that could come out of his mouth. Harry laughed again and gave back Louis' notebook back. "Your poem I like it." he said showing off his smile. Louis shook his head, completely disagreeing with Harry.
"That whole thing is rubbish don't mind it." he said tearing the poem out of his notebook and started to crumple it up.
"Wait no no don't crumple it!" Harry shouted as he snatched the paper from Louis hands. He smoothed it down with his hands, "Sides was the line saying that you like me rubbish too?" Harry questioned.
Louis' face went hot, "Uh...um I didn't...I mean no...but not like in r...roman-"Calm down princess it's okay, I like you too." Harry said, booping him on his button nose. Someone, anyone, please help me, Harry is going to kill me one day I swear to God. His mind was in overdrive right now; Harry talking to him like this, calling him princess, poking his nose like he was some kind of kitten.
"Wanna read mines? Harry asked, scooting closer as he slid over his notebook. Louis looked into Harry's eager green eyes before casting his gaze at the boys paper.
Roses are red, Louis' eyes are blue
The flowercrowns you wear are very cute on you
From your eyes to your cheeks to your button nose
Sometimes I just want to hold you close
Your giggle your smile and even the way you eat
Makes me want to lick you, like a chocolate-y treat
Louis finished reading it and couldn't stop the bubbling of his laughter coming up his throat. He took another glance at the poem before looking up at Harry. It was quiet for a good second before Louis burst out in laughter; like stomach holding, eyes watering laughter. Louis honestly couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard. He was still in fits of giggling when he asked Harry about his poem, "W...What haa...what even...is...this?" he asked. He looked down at the notebook again, his laughing starting up again.
"A chocolate-y treat?" He laughed, "That's not even a word!" Louis took a couple of deep breath to calm himself down. He saw the look on Harry's face and instantly felt bad for laughing, but he couldn't help it.
"Well I'm glad you have a sense of humor." Harry said, and was he pouting? Louis actually cooed at the sight, Harry sometimes was such a little kid.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh it just...caught me off guard." Louis explained, but it still didn't change the reaction on Harry's face.
"I did however, like the beginning part...if that counts for anything." Louis said softly and he meant it.
Harry's pout slowly formed into it's signature smirk, "Why thank you I'm glad you liked some of it." he teased.
For a minute the two just stared at each other, just basking in each other. Louis found it so weird that Harry could be like this. So carefree and fun and then other times he's flirting with everyone and not giving a damn about anything else. The ringing of the bell broke them apart, eyes falling to the teacher.
"Alright guys make sure you are working on you paper, remember due on Friday." she said.
Louis huffed, school is so annoying sometimes, he thought. He packed up his things and pushed his chair in. He was just going to head to the door when he noticed Raven walking by his an Harry's desk and dropping a little note next to Harry's hand. Harry grabbed it and opened it, a smirk forming on his face. Louis felt a pang in his chest at the look he was giving Raven. It was the same look Louis saw when Harry was making out with her yesterday.
He quickly made his way to the door but not before Harry grabbed his shoulder
"Hey, change of plans." Harry started. Plans, Louis thought, "What plans?" he asked.
Harry scrunched up his face, "Don't you remember we were going to get to know each other better after school...for the essay." he said. Louis' mouth formed a little 'o', "Oh yeah, um...your house right?" Louis questioned. He watched Harry scratch the back of his neck, his gaze falling on the tall black-haired girl standing out side the door.
"Think I could just meet up with you later at your house?" he asked. Louis followed his gaze to Raven, then back to him, he shrugged. "Yeah that's uh..fine." Louis muttered, his mood going from happy to sad in seconds. Harry just beamed, completely oblivious to Louis' attitude change.
"Here mah number, text me your address and I'll be over there later." Harry said as he scrawled his number on a piece of paper.
"See ya later princess." Harry said as he walked out the classroom, going straight to Raven.
Louis watched, his skin prickling with annoyance and disappointment.
"Bye."
