A/N: Sorry this one got a late from the updates! Please forgive me. Here’s the next chapter so tell me your thoughts about it. (And thank you for all those who engaged to read this larry fic) :) xx
“He said ‘Hi’ to you like it’s the most normal thing in the world!” Niall threw his arms in the air after hearing Louis’s story of him and Harry’s first closed-up encounter. Well, he didn’t mention everything that happened back there. He still couldn’t admit to Niall that even though Louis hated Harry for not returning his camera to him, he still wanted the gang leader to be his model or to know him, at least.
He couldn’t admit to the Irish lad as well, the feelings that swarmed inside his body when they held their gazes. There was something in Harry’s way of looking at him that made him completely weak into his knees, as if every second they stare longer to each other, the more he gets to know about him.
“I think you should just give up with the camera thing, Louis. That Harold is so much trouble for you to deal with.” Niall pushed his chair nearer to the older lad. He knew this statement would mean nothing to Louis, but he could at least try. He knew Harry better than anyone else anyway.
“I just can’t give it up, Niall. You know that. That camera means everything to me. And now that Ms. Calder have rejected to help me, you’re the only one who’ll be there to help me out, so don’t think about running away.” Louis flicked his hair before he gave Niall a mocking look. He couldn’t let Niall slip away and let him deal with this alone. “I’ll show to everyone in this school that they can at least try to stand up for something.”
“You’re going to die a martyr, Lou.”
“Better than doing nothing, Nialler.” Both of them looked to each other before they break off into a soft laughter. It was then that they realize their Chemistry teacher was late. The class was in complete chaos. Papers were thrown everywhere, the doors were open and boys laughing outside seem to enjoy themselves; the girls were all huddled in a circle, giggling about something and sometimes, Louis would catch some of them looking at him.
“I can’t believe Mr. Travis is late today! He’s never been late in his entire life of teaching in this school. Even if he couldn’t make it, he sure doesn’t want to make us wait so he’ll send someone to dismiss us, right?” Niall said to him while looking in each corner of the room; laughing at some of the antics his eye glances into.
“Maybe something’s up.” Louis folded his arms towards his chest as he comfortable leans into his seat. “Hey, Niall.”
The blonde lad immediately swings his head back to his position, looking at him with eyebrows raised, waiting for his next words.
“You’ll still help me get my camera back, right? I mean, even if we have to confront Harry, or something like that.” Louis was tapping his foot unnervingly, he just wanted to make sure that the only person whom he could trust and expects to help him wouldn’t eventually leave him mid-air.
Niall gave him a reassuring smile before he casually pulled Louis closer to him, “Of course I will, Lou. It’s just that I’m really worried for you. I must be honest, I never heard Harry doing things like this for someone and it’s nerve-wracking. I just don’t want you to get too close to that guy. He’s dangerous and he obviously had something up against his sleeve every single time.” Niall let him go with a tap on his shoulders, but Louis wasn’t that blind not to see the way Niall’s eye flinched everytime he says something about Harry. It was as if he knew him his entire life and it only builds up the curiosity of Louis towards his bestfirend.
He was sure that Niall was hiding something. Something that even he couldn’t possibly figure out or ask right away; did Harry bullied him without him noticing to make him detest Harry so much?
“Just promise me, that after we get your camera back, you won’t go near to Harry or anyone connected to him, alright?” Niall’s tone was more of demanding rather than asking. He was looking at him with such seriousness in his eyes and in this kind of times, Louis thought Niall was years older than him.
“Y-yeah. I won’t talk about Harry anymore after this. I promise.” Louis gave him a wide grin, but he felt the words just slipped right in through his tongue; he wasn’t really used lying to Niall. Especially about these things. Now that he’s pretty much sure that Niall was keeping him from something.
The noise suddenly break into a complete silence when the door swung open and a tall, skinny man in matching coat and trousers entered their room; Mr. Travis was here. The two lads shared a disappointed sigh together with their other classmates who almost expected that it would be their lucky day.
But who would’ve thought the day was just about to start?
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“You sure about this?” Zayn leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, looking back into the lad in front of him who sure couldn’t keep his excitement to himself. “Why do you have to drag me in this stalking project of yours? You could’ve done it yourself.” The quiffed hair lad mumbled, shooting hateful glares towards Harry.
“Well you should learn how to shut up sometimes, Zayn. I’m doing both of us a favour here. It’s just not for me so you could at least thank me.” His usual cheeky grin shot back at his favourite gang member, Zayn who just glared at him even more by the turn of this conversation again. “Can’t you see that the more time I spend with Louis, so is going to be with you and your Irish friend.”
“I don’t need to spend time with him, Harold. I can manage by myself. And stop calling him that, he’s got a name.” Zayn pulled himself off the wall and started to fix his hair which he has been doing ever since they were walking on the hallway.
“Aww. Is my dearest Zayn angry at me now? Don’t worry; I’ll learn to say his name sooner. That is if you spend more time with him, I guess.” Harry slings his arm around Zayn, repeating the word “Irish” over and over again.
“Get off me! Mind your own business will ya? It’s not like I asked for your help when it comes to Niall.” Zayn pushed him off, “You should’ve just brought Liam with you, he knows a lot about shutting his mouth.”
“He bores me, Zayn. I want someone who actually knows how to fucking speak. Now get those wrinkles off your face, Mr. Irish wouldn’t be that glad to see you like that, you know?” Harry was almost about to laugh so hard from Zayn’s reaction on what he said when a familiar person finally signalled them to come inside.
This is going to be so fun. Harry thought to himself before he dragged Zayn towards the door’s entrance.
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Louis couldn’t possibly remember when was the last time his eyes widened like this before together with his jaw dropping. He couldn’t move a muscle from his position, hands clasped at the end of his desk, feet buried on the wooden floor and sweat starting to build up on at the end of his hair.
He saw Niall slowly turns his head towards his direction but he couldn’t find the strength to look at him and give him back the same way the blonde guy was looking back at him.
This is impossible. It just couldn’t too fucking possible.
“Y-yes. So for this subject, Mr. Harry Styles and Mr. Zayn Malik would be joining us. I-i hope you could get along with them.” Mr. Travis sure was trembling like hell. His face was shining from the endless sweat that was falling from his almost bald head. His handkerchief was so damp everytime he tries to wipe it on his face, it seems like he was just spreading it.
The whole class didn’t dare move an inch nor break the silence. All eyes on the two lads who were standing in front of them, wearing their usual smug plastered on their face.
Harry was smiling to himself, how these people could easily cower when he stands in front of them. They were aware that one false move and they’ll be gone. But he doesn’t have the time to play with them as of now. His eyes searched for the whole room; looking for a familiar face, a familiar person with those beautiful eyes that didn’t gave him a good sleep last night.
He locked eyes with a blonde-lad, recognizing he was Mr. Irish Zayn was trying to protect all his life but was stupid enough not to see it. Niall did not think twice to glare back at him, but harry just gave him a smirk when he shifted to the lad next to him.
Harry found himself staring back at Louis who was trying hard not to look at him. Eyes flinching and head promptly turning away every now and then, fingers fiddling onto something just to let break off from their gaze but Harry knew he was just that irresistible.
Telling Ms. Calder to let him change some of his schedules was too easy; convincing Mr. Travis to let him and Zayn attend his class was much easier as well, but convincing Louis to just give up and give himself completely to him sure was going to be hard. But Harry doesn’t mind it. Actually, he doesn’t mind doing this the entire year. He never found someone as interesting as Louis, and he couldn’t just stop here. He wanted to see how Louis would slowly sink himself to his life; unable to get away. He’ll regret the day he was born with those beautiful blue orbs that sends his soul to oblivion, that skin he just want to crawl his hands onto, sink his fingers in and those lips that just shouts perfection.
Maybe he was voicing out his thoughts or maybe he was starting look so dazed and stupid Zayn kicked his foot to signal him to tell something. He doesn’t really want to stop staring at Louis, even if they had to spend the whole day doing it, but that would be too obvious for him now, wouldn’t it? Not that he cared too much about anyone inside the room giving a fuck on what he wanted to do but Zayn kept pulling him out of his daydream.
“So, I’m Harry Styles but I bet all of you already knew that. And this one’s Zayn. Don’t try meddling with him too much, he’s got a temper, well, except if you’re Irish, right mate?” Harry turn to Zayn, burning red in either frustration or embarrassment.
Louis heard it too clear that he stealthily took a glimpse towards Niall. He knew Niall was the only Irish person in this classroom, and Harry was clearly directing it towards him. Does Niall and Zayn knew each other? Louis badly wanted to ask, seeing how Niall lowered his head from Harry’s statement. He was used to Niall’s flushed cheeks every now and then; when he’s laughing, when he’s drunk, embarrassed or angry. But looking at his bestfriend; it was more like he was blushing. And his suspicion just keeps on building up.
“Well, you should take some seats now, Mr. Styles and Mr. Malik, I’ll be doing the roll call and I’ll be mentioning to you your lab partners for this quarter.” Mr. Travis respectively addressed them more than how he actually call himself. Everyone saw how his shoulders tensed when Harry looked at him with a smile full of meanings they don’t really want to figure out.
Harry walked between tables, his coat brushing along the ends of their desks that it was enough for everyone to flinch and twitch their bodies every now and then. Zayn followed him from behind, eyes glancing towards Niall’s position every now and then.
They settled into the corner of the room, they sat beside each other, a desk apart from Louis and Niall.
Louis felt the heavy atmosphere crawling all over his body, and he knew Niall was feeling the same way too. Now that he’s trying to keep himself busy by reading a book he was never interested into. He never saw Niall this frantic; and the thought of Zayn sitting behind him could be the reason behind it.
Not that he was calm as well. There was a tingling sensation spreading along his back and he knew Harry was staring at him; how could he not feel it? That feeling was so familiar he could almost touch it. How did things turn into like this?
“Horan, Niall James?” Mr. Travis’s voice called out and he immediately raised his hand to be acknowledged. “Your partner would be Mr. Malik.”
He heard the build up of a buzzing noise all spreading like virus inside the room. Niall was looking at his Mr. Travis with utter shock marked all over his face but he knew better than to complain.
Louis was starting to get nervous about this partnership. If Niall would be partnered to Zayn without such reason then it would only mean one thing.
“Mr. Tomlinson? Y-you’re partner would be, Mr. Styles.”