Harry is straight, swear down. Harry's as straight as a ruler. Harry is as straight as those girls who want 'gay best friends'. In other words, Harry is very heterosexual. Like yes he wanted to sit on Liam Hemsworth's face, no homo, but that didn't mean he was gay. Because he's not. Anyways so Harry was standing outside his locker, looking straight, sounding straight, feeling straight, all things straight.

With his straight friends, and his straight best mate Michael. But like, Michael kept talking about some kid called Luke from the year below so Harry might have to ditch him for not being straight enough. And there Michael goes again, talking about that Luke guy. "I don't know, I think Luke's hair is pretty cool, the way it kinda slopes to the side." Michael shrugs and demonstrates by miming a swooping motion atop his head.

"You would think his hair is cool." Harry sighs in annoyance, the annoyance being that the conversation wasn't revolving around him. Michael gives Harry a look that says fuck man, you got me. But in a no homo way. "So who is Luke? Is her name fully Lucille or something like that?" Harry sighs, attempting to make conversation.Because ah yes Harry, the name Luke definitely originates from the name Lucille.

Michael was a bit surprised that his friend could be so fucking heteronormative but chose to answer. "It's a boy, Harry, I've never met a boy called Lucille." Michael tells him uneasily and Harry looks up from his jacket sleeve. "So you like boys now?" Harry snaps, unusually mad at Michael. Michael blushes as red as his newly dyed hair (that he had been majorly told off for) and shakes his head.

"No, I love pussy, Luke's just a cool guy, I don't know." He mumbles in embarrassment and Harry rolls his eyes and looks down at his phone again. "Does he have Instagram?" Harry wonders and Michael shakes his head, "Facebook?" He asks, Michael shakes his head again, "Twitter?" Harry asks, growing impatient in the oh so ominous boy. "Bloody hell, Michael, does he even exist?!"

Harry explodes in the corridor, receiving a giggle from some eleven year olds. "He does, besides, what does it matter if I am gay? Not saying I am though." Michael quickly backs up his statement and Harry's eyebrow arcs and he laughs a little. "You're kidding me right?"He chuckles and Michael shakes his head, crossing his arms.

"Because, Michael, then people would think that we bum each other. I don't wanna wreck my image." Harry tells him with a smug face, Michael does the most dramatic eye roll ever known to mankind. "What image? The I yell at year sevens and eat egg mayo sandwiches everyday image?" Michael mocks his best friend and Harry takes personal offence, placing a hand over his chest in shock.

"No, Michael, the image that I have with my motorbike and my leather jackets, kinda an Arctic Monkeys image, you know?" Harry hums, pointing at his shirt. Today, it was a display of a yellow smiley face with the name Nirvana beneath it. Truth be told, Harry had only heard Smells Like Teen Spirit and the shirt was on sale for £3.

It was actually his pyjama shirt, but his mum hadn't ironed any of his usual attire so he was wearing a pair of skinny jeans he found in his sisters room and a cheap shirt. "Your bike is your stepdad's and you told me that you raided your grandpa's wardrobe for those leather jackets." Michael tells him and Harry sighs. "You didn't tell anyone, right?" Harry asks, slightly taller than Michael.

Michael fidgets, putting his hands behind his back, "Never." He answers, which was a lie. In the middle of a chat session on Snapchat with Luke, he had accidentally explained everything about Harry to Luke. "Fuck off, I need to get in my locker and you're in the way." Harry looks up from the liar to see nothing, so he lets his vision trail down till he finds the beholder of the voice.

A small, cute boy with fluffy brown hair and a navy blue jumper (a total twink). "What're you gonna do about it?" Harry tries to sound intimating but it comes off sexual and Harry is straight as a ruler. "I'll beat you up." The boy squeaks from the height of 5"6, Harry being 6"1. "Sure mate." Harry chuckles mockingly and the boy frowns, crossing his arms.

A blonde boy smiles up at Michael, "Hey Michael." He greets pleasantly and Michael smiles back with a small blush and a nod. Harry looks between them before looking up at Michael, who was an inch or two taller. "That's Luke?" Harry questions and Michael raises an eyebrow."Yeah, why?" Michael shrugs as Luke straightens his shirt out and looks up at Harry.

Harry looks the younger boy up and down before sighing. "Really, Mike? I thought you were kidding when you said Luke is a boy." He announces and Luke bites his lip and looks to Michael. "What do you mean?" Michael challenges and Harry makes a desperate face, exaggerating his hand motions. "I just... agh."

Harry groans and steps aside for the brunet to get in his locker. The boy smiles victoriously and opens his locker with a punch to the centre. "Michael, this is my best friend, Louis." Luke introduces and Louis hums in response, turning his head and nodding to Michael, looking him up and down. "I'm Harry." Harry interrupts and Louis glares up at him.

"I don't like you, Harry." Louis informs him as he empties the contents of his bag into his locker and takes out a chicken salad sandwich. "I'll try not to cry into my pillow." Harry sneers sarcastically as Louis closes his locker and glares up at Harry. "Uh, come on Lou, let's go." Luke hums and drags his best friend away from the two, Louis still glaring at him a bit creepily.

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