Harry looked away from Jeremy when he saw the short brunet walking up the corridor, holding a plastic bag with a grimace. He wanted to know what was in the bag, but if he talks to Louis people may think he's gay, so he doesn't risk it. So he went with the ever smart option of when Louis walks past, kicking his leg out as if in a spasm and knocking the bag to the floor. "Shit!"

Louis squeaks as it hits the floor and he squats down to retreat it quickly but it's too late, a small fuzzy thing tumbles out. Harry freezes at the sight of it, "Is that-" Before Harry can finish his sentence, the furby starts shrieking from the floor and making animalistic noises and Louis blushes as people look over, their attention gathered by the strange sounds. "It's not what it looks like."

Louis chirps, tying the knot in the bag handles but it's glowing blue eyes were easily visible through the thin, crinkled plastic that cost 5p too much. "It is what it is, Louis, and that's a fucking furby." Harry corrects and Louis blushes even more and opens his locker, stuffing the thing in. "Remind me why you're talking to me?" Louis asks him rudely as he struggles to reach his locker, raising onto his tip toes.

"Not much else to do really, Daniel and his spotless vans have fucked off to science." Harry shrugs as he tears apart a piece of paper that he had picked up out of boredom. "Ugh, are you gonna clean that up?" Louis asks as he peeks into his locker, checking his face in the mirror he glued in. He wasn't allowed to have a mirror, so he just glued it in and was hiding it from every teacher.

"Why have you got a furby?" Harry questions as he squats, picks up the papers and litters them in a year seven's locker that they left open. Louis groans and hides his face against the bag in his locker, feeling the tough outline of the furby. "I do not even want to talk about it." He sighs and Harry nods as he pulls more paper out of his pocket to rip. "I'm just going to presume it's some gay trend."

Harry mumbles and Louis rolls his eyes and closes his locker. "You presume everything I do is a gay trend." Louis points out and Harry raises an eyebrow and smirks a little, "I mean, you're not wrong." He replies and looks over, seeing a flash of red hair. "Michael, where were you man?!" Harry questions and and Michael freezes as Luke comes into view and sees Louis and smiles, going over to him.

"Oh, you were with Lawrence again." Harry rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms and leans against the ugly, snot green lockers. "Luke." Michael corrects, glancing over to the blonde with a smile on his face. "Gay." Harry fake coughs and Michael glares up at him. "I know you like kids Luke, come on!" Louis pleads and Luke shakes his head as he fixes his denim jacket that Michael had lent him because it was a cold day.

"Kids being the key word, not furbies." Luke reminds him and Louis rolls his eyes, taking the plastic bag out of his locker and holding it up like a sack of shit. "In the wise words of Leonardo DiCaprio, take the fucking furby and fuck off with your boy toy." Louis hisses, pushing the bag against Luke's chest and Luke steps away from it in horror. "He's not my boy toy."

Luke reminds and Louis raises an eyebrow. "Wait, seriously? I thought you would've won him over by now, you're even wearing his bloody jacket." Louis exclaims, but quietly so Michael or Harry don't hear. "I would think so too but he's best friends with bloody Styles, probably the most homophobic person alive." Luke shrugs, crossing his arms and Louis makes a sound of disgust.

"He keeps talking to me, I'm gonna start wearing that badge again that says I'm gay in rainbow letters." Louis plans and Luke giggles, remembering when he wore it to keep away Briana. "Look man, if you are gay than I'm fine with that bro, but like, it's gonna be kinda weird. I mean, what if you get a crush on me?" Harry questions and Michael rolls his green eyes so much that Harry can see only white.

"I'm not gay, besides, why do you have to make everything about you? If I was gay I'd be into cute, smaller boys, not human forms of mops dipped in grease." Michael tells him harshly and Harry makes a surprised scoffing sound at his words. "Me? A mop dipped in grease? Have you looked in the mirror lately pal?"

Harry questions and Michael nods, "My hair is damaged as fuck but it's not greasy." He replies, feeling the brittle texture of his hair. Altogether, the texture was soft but individual strands and small chunks were hard and straw like. "I'm going to art." Luke hums to Michael and Michael looks away from Harry. "I'll come with."

Michael smiles sweetly, picking up his bag and Luke links his arm through Michael's. The two walk off and Harry has a face like a smacked arse at it. "What's your problem with him? So what if he turns out to be gay?" Louis questions as he fills up his water bottle and Harry looks to the slightly traumatising paintings hung on the walls of the school. "It'd be weird, like he's been lying to me this whole time if he is."

Harry shudders before turning around and grabbing a few books from his locker. "You really need to get an open mind." Louis simpers and Harry flips him off as he shoves the books in his bag with difficulty and slings the bag onto his back. "I gotta go, have fun with your furby. I get it! You're using it as a vibrator!" Harry exclaims and Louis sinks down the lockers while groaning.

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