this is a very crappy filler, and I'm sorry. it was supposed to be a lot longer but yk, i just wanted to publish it. so I'm gonna leave now. goodbyeeeee

ps, the next few are gonna be from harry's pov

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Harry POV

"Why are you in such a pissy mood today?" Niall asked, laughing at Harry, who was currently grumbling over his now cold alfredo.

"I'm not in a 'pissy mood' as you call it," Harry rolled his eyes. "The rain's just depressing," he laughed, hoping to show Niall that he was happy and perfectly content with having to tutor one of the most unpleasant boys at their shitty-ass school

"Well, you're upset about something, so just be the good friend you are, and tell me what's wrong, that way I can feel like a good friend," Niall smiled happily like it was a normal thing to say.

"I'm fine, and you're always a good friend," Harry assured Niall because obviously, it was true. Niall was probably the best friend that anyone could ever ask for and Harry was lucky to have him. Even if he did steal his food.

"Well, you're definitely frustrated about something, so why don't you just tell me what's up?" he laughed, taking another bite of his noodles. "Also," he added, mouth full, "What did Meyers want from you two yesterday, you know, before detention?" he asked, waving his fork around.

"He wanted to talk about our grades," Harry frowned.

"What about them? Don't you have great grades, in like, every class?" Niall asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, every class but Calculus," he glared pointedly at Niall, who only shrugged sheepishly at him. "Apparently I'm 'struggling quite a lot'," he grumbled.

"And what did they have to say about that?"

"They want me to tutor him," Harry said softly, frustration lining his quiet words. Why, of all things did they want him to spend almost every day with a boy that hated him, and someone that if Harry was sure to get to know better, he would also hate. It was going to be a disaster at its finest.

"Oh, you're kidding?" Niall laughed.

"No Niall, no, I'm not," Harry growled, picking up his tray to go dump it. He took a deep breath. You do not need to be mad at Niall, he told himself. It is not his fault, you'll just help Louis and be done with him, and everything will be fine. He walked towards the trash can, dumped his tray, and put it away. So maybe Harry was being a bit pissy, but he honestly had no idea why he was taking it out on Niall. But he was pretty sure that as soon as this tutoring situation was over and done with, he would no longer have to deal with Louis's sassy attitude, he was sure to be fine. But until then he supposed he had a right to be upset?

Harry, who had now completed the simple, effortless task of finishing his normal lunch routine, walked back to his table. And Niall, who should've been sitting alone since Nick was out with the flu, was currently laughing his head off across from Louis. And just like that, his anger was back. Which only confirmed his pissy attitude was because of Louis. He assumed anyway.

He plopped himself back down in his preferred seat, which was, of course, next to Niall. Louis, oblivious to Harry's arrival, continued spouting whatever random shit he was going on about, which was continuing to make Niall laugh, much to Harry's annoyance. Louis was honestly just frustrating in general, fucking Harry's feelings up, in multiple different ways.

As Niall continued to laugh, Harry finally spoke up. "Why are you here?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at the boy in front of him.

Louis, who had apparently just noticed Harry, didn't speak before his eyes had sufficiently scanned every functional part of Harry's tall, lanky body. And honestly, Harry wasn't sure if he should see it as a threat, or maybe... checking him out, as Niall had mentioned a couple of days ago?

"Ah, yeah, right," Louis smile still on his face as he looked at Harry. He looked quite good when he smiled, Harry decided. The way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, his bright blue pupils shining. "Hey, mate," Louis said, waving a hand in front of Harry's face. "I was talking to you," he raised his eyebrows at Harry.

"Oh," his brows rising and then furrowing quickly. "No, I thought you were still talking to Niall," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Obviously you were talking to me. What do you think I am, dumb?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows as a challenge.

"Yeah, I do, actually," Louis stated, smirking, making himself sit a little taller.

"Tomlinson, I swear-" Harry started, having a truly amazing insult to give to Louis, up until Niall decided it was a good idea to clap his hand over Harry's mouth, pointedly glaring at the 0ther two.

"Are you two going to continue to act like children, or are y'all gonna talk about whatever, you," he gestured towards Louis, "And Hazza over here need to do tonight?" he glared at Harry, a hopeful look dwelling in his eyes.

Harry, being unable to resist Niall's adorable face, and general personality, sighed, and turned to face Louis. "I'm assuming that's why you're here?" he asked, telling himself that there was no reason to be mad at Louis.

Louis blushed, his eyebrows raised as he looked to Niall, who was staring at Louis in confusion. "I- I, um, yes?" he stammered, Niall, who had just register something, smirked at Louis. Louis, who realised now what both Harry's question and Louis's response sounded like, quickly started stammering again. "Oh shit, no, no, no, not that you ass-hole," he frowned at Niall, who only laughed.

Harry was immensely confused and honestly had no idea what they were talking about, only staring at his friend. Louis was sitting there with his arms crossed, his face contorted into a somewhat playful frown. Their eyes met for a moment, and Louis immediately looked away, putting his head between his hands.

Niall, who was still wheezing, spoke up. "I think he was talking about the tutoring situation, Lou," he laughed, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Yes, I realise that now," Louis grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Harry looked between the two again, very, very confused. "Do I want to know what the hell you two are talking about?" Harry questioned.

"No, you really don't, my innocent friend," Niall said, patting Harry's cheek.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my innocence is long gone," he laughed, happy that they had moved on to a subject he was actually familiar with. Being left out, in any way, was always incredibly frustrating, and was definitely one of Harry's pet peeves.

Louis cleared his throat. "Anyways, um, Niall's right, I wanted to know what time you wanted to meet up so I could, you know, help you with Calculus," he drummed his hands on the surface of the table.

"And I could help you with your classes?" Harry smirked, causing Louis to frown.

"Yeah, that. Now stop being such a smart ass," he, standing up. "My house, your friend has my number, get it from him. Seven-thirty, don't be late." he paused to watch Harry, who only stared at him, shocked from his sudden burst of anger. "There, I'm done and leaving, happy now?" he snapped at Harry, obviously wanting a response from his earlier statement.

"Yeah, very," he smirked at Louis, who only scowled.

"Ass hole," Louis huffed out. "Text me?" he asked Niall as he started to walk away. He plopped himself back down in his everyday spot, right in between Zayn and Liam, who are currently smearing yogurt on each other. His half of the table is actually pretty nice, being filled by Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Louis's friend Stan, who is actually pretty funny, in Harry's opinion, cause you know, from one comedian to another, it's always the truth.

The other half, however, was filled with James's friends, the only nice one being Ed, who even though he hung out with James, was incredibly thoughtful and kind. And to be honest, Harry had no idea what Ed saw in James.

"So it's him that's got you pissed off," Niall asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry.

Harry just shrugged.

"Why do you hate him so much anyway?" he asked, mouth full of biscuit.

"I don't hate him," Harry defended himself. "He's just a self-conceited prick." he twisted his hands. "And I don't like self-conceited pricks," he stated, wondering where Niall was going with this.

"And what makes you say that?" he asked him, honestly sounding like a school counselor.

"Well, for one, he just stands by when shit happens, and..." Harry paused, realising he didn't have any other information besides that one reason.

Niall laughed. "See? He's not that bad," he laughed as Harry groaned.

"It's just, ugh," Harry groaned again. "He's just so stubborn and everything about him is just so, well... annoying," he rambled.

Niall laughed again, his face scrunching up in happiness. "You're such a dork," he smiled. "I'll give you his number after class, alright?"

"Sure," Harry grumbled as he stood up to go back to class.

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"And, there you go," Niall handed Harry's phone back to the boy, "Don't be an twat to him, alright?" he asked as Harry changed Louis's contact name to, 'the only ugly hedgehog' because, even if it was rude, the hedgehog part was accurate. Sometimes. What Harry had noticed over the past few days (he was just observant, he didn't go out of his way to look at Louis. Not at all), was that on days when Louis was tired, another thing he observed, he barely tried with his hair, and just left it alone, which in result, made him look like a hedgehog.

"I make no promises," Harry smiled as the bell rang, releasing all the students from their last class.

Niall rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna come over before you go over to Lou's?" he asks as they begin walking to Niall's Jeep, which was really his mum's old car, but you know, he can't really drive his golf cart to school, so he uses the car instead. "We could play FIFA, or something," he offers.

As Harry goes to get into the car, he sees two people standing near the back of James's Porsche, Louis, and of course, James himself. Both of them look quite angry but are obviously talking quietly, otherwise, he would've heard them before. Harry got in and buckles himself in as Niall continues to stare at his phone. Louis threw his hand up, moving to walk away, presumably to get to his car. But before he could go, James grabs his wrist, and based on his and Louis's facial expressions, he said something extremely threatening because it caused Louis's face to pale, and he immediately started nodding furiously. James smiled at this, and gestured towards the direction Louis had been previously trying to go.

Harry let out a sigh of frustration. He was terrible at reading lips, therefore making it almost impossible to figure out what James and Louis had been fighting about. And even though it was none of his business, he felt obligated to get involved if James was picking on anyone. Plus, if James did something to Louis, he wouldn't have a tutor, which he desperately needed to get into uni.

"You alright, mate?" Niall looked up, following Harry's line of sight to where his eyes were focused on Louis.

"Yeah, fine," Harry turned his eyes away, pulling out his phone.

One message from, the only ugly hedgehog, his lock screen read. He opened it, Louis's message flashing on the screen.

From 'the only ugly hedgehog': are you still coming over?

Harry quickly responded with confirmation, debating whether or not he should ask about what happened with James. In the end, he decided against it, and also ended up changing his contact name to Louis, since the entire little 'nickname' was going to get annoying, having to see it every day and all.

Once he was finished with his phone, he set it down, feeling Niall's gaze on him. "What?" he asked, glancing at his friend's smirk.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Niall chuckled, starting the car.

And because Niall's house was only a few miles away, it took less than five minutes to arrive at the small Victorian he lived in. It was a dark blue color with white trim and white blinds, a lovely house indeed, but it was just Niall and Maura, his friend's remarkable mother, because his brother, Greg and their father had left due to a divore.

Niall unlocked the door, going straight to the kitchen to grab a family bag of crisps while Harry went straight to turn on the PlayStation. They sat there for a good while, playing round after round of FIFA, passing the time until Harry finally had to leave.

After a final round of the game, which of course, Harry won, he stood up to leave. FIFA had been a great distraction, and as much as he didn't want to go over to Louis's house and deal with his sassy attitude, he would've felt bad if he didn't.

As he went to walk out to his Range Rover with his book bag, mentally and physically prepared to tutor, he realized he didn't have it, or its keys with him, so Niall would have to give him a ride there, much to Harry's frustration. He really didn't want to be rude to his friend again like he was at lunch, which he still felt incredibly bad about.

"Hey Ni," Harry called down the hallway that led to the kitchen, where his friend presumably was. "Can I get a ride, maybe?" he asked, waiting for his friend's blonde head of hair to pop out.

Niall did indeed pop his head out from behind the wall and visibly swallowed before speaking. "No, you can walk." he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, mate, give me a sec, aight?" he said, disappearing behind the wall again.

Harry relaxed against the wall of the hallway. He loved the afternoons after Mondays, while the actual day itself was terrible, the few, short hours after the long day was relaxing, knowing that the worst was over. Until you have to go tutor a twat, Harry thought, frowning.

"Ayo mate, let's go," Niall pointed at the door. Harry laughed at his once again, drunk demeanour.

"What are you gonna do?" Harry questioned as his friend slid into the driver's seat.

"Drive away into the sunset." Niall smiled, making a frame with his hands.

"Idiot," Harry muttered.

"I'm just kidding mate, I'll probably be helping my mum out at home, and I'll have Lou drop you off." Niall gave him a lopsided smile. And sure, Harry really didn't want Louis to give him a ride, but at least he wasn't walking, right? And in all honesty, he didn't know why he disliked Louis, he just knew that he did, and in his opinion, that didn't need a reason. Well, maybe it did, but he wasn't really in the position to sit in bed and just think about life.

Niall and Harry slid back into the now cold seats of his car as Niall started the engine, the silence easy between the two. Until Niall broke it.

"Um, Harry, mate," Niall spoke as he began to pull out of the driveway, his tone was nervous, an uncommon thing to be associated with Niall.

"Yes, Ni?" Harry responded, anxious to see where this was going.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that, well, that that you could be gay?" he blurted out, speaking slow and then fast, his entire persona changing in a matter of moments.

Harry sighed, watching the road outside. "I don't think so, Ni," he said softly, turning to his friend. "Where is this coming from?" he raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know, I was just thinking, you haven't dated a girl since year six, and you're still a virgin-"

"Oh, so the fact that I'm a virgin means I'm gay?" Harry laughed, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, what I meant, is that you've never been laid, or anything," Niall chuckled, watching the road.

"And how would you know that?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Uh, 'cause I'm your best friend, and therefore you are obligated to tell me everything about your sex life, which is non-existent by the way," Niall smirked as the car came to a stop in front of a gray house.

"I feel like I should be offended, but that is incredibly accurate, so I guess I'm not?" Harry shrugged, looking out the window. "Is this the place?" he asked, staring at the place. It was a small, two-story home, and even though there were flowers and toys in the front yard, it seemed sad. Almost as if the house itself was in mourning.

"Yeah." Niall gave the place a small smile. "I haven't been here in forever," he sighed.

"I'd always wondered what you had done without me," Harry laughed. He and Niall had really only been friends since year six, when Harry had first moved from Holmes Chapel to this small town. Niall had been that weird kid that would run up to people he didn't know, and say, "Hey, I'm 'so and so', what's your name?" all while giving you the biggest, braces full smile of all time. And so, because Harry was the weird, new kid, Niall was his only friend. Sure Harry didn't know what happened between Louis and his friend that ended their friendship, probably something involving James, but as if right now, and probably for the rest of his teenage years, he was incredibly grateful to have Niall as a friend.

"Oh shut it," Niall said, playfully shoving Harry with a roll of his eyes. "Now get your shit, and get out of my car," he laughed, gesturing towards Harry's side of the vehicle.

"Good god, Ni, I'm going, I'm going," Harry chuckled, sliding out of the Jeep with his book bag. "Thanks mate." He smiled.

"'Course Haz, anytime."

Harry closed the door, watching Niall drive off, his white Jeep disappearing down the street. He took a deep breath as he turned to look at the house in front of him. It seemed like a normal home. But really, what was Harry doing, ready to accuse a boy that he didn't even know, of his house being sketchy. A fucking idiot was what he was being.

He sighed, shivering at the wind that seemed to go straight through his jumper as he climbed the stairs to the porch. He inhaled another large gulp of air, mentally lecturing himself on how to not be an idiot as he rapped on the door.

"'Ello?" A blonde headed girl answered the door. Lottie, maybe? Louis did have sisters, he knew that, unless it was a girl he was hooking up with or something... But, wasn't he dating Eleanor? Harry looked at the girl in front of him. She looked much to young to be a senior, so definitely his younger sister.

"Um, hello." Harry shifted onto one foot, realising he'd been staring at the girl.

The girl gave him a once-over. "And who might you be?" she asked sassily. Now Harry knew where Louis got it from.

"'M Harry, I'm here to tutor Louis," he explained simply.

At this the girl laughed, ruffling her blonde, heat-made curls. She was quite beautiful, with natural highlights and bright blue eyes quite similar to Louis's. "Oh yeah, he told me about you," she laughed some more. "Come in," she said, opening the door wider so that Harry could walk through.

"Thanks, love," he smiled, hoping his 'charming' dimples were prominent.

She giggled quite loudly, causing another head to pop out from around the corner, the only difference being that this was a brunette. "Who's this?" the new girl asked.

"Harry, he's Louis's tutor," the blonde giggled again.

The brunette rolled her eyes. "We get it Lottie, you think all of Lou's friends are hot, now shut up," she said sweetly, causing Lottie to blush.

"That's definitely what it is," she scoffed, her face still red.

The brown haired girl rolled her eyes again. "Anyway," she smiled at Harry, "I'm Felicite, or Fizzy, that's Lottie, she gestured to the girl that was currently walking down the hall. "Louis is currently showering, and the twins are watching television," she pointed to the two small girls that Harry hadn't noticed before, who were also two engrossed with their movie to notice him.

"Um, nice to meet you." He gave her a weak smile. He hadn't realised Louis had four sisters. No wonder he was so loud, he probably spent his entire life speaking over his siblings. "So I'm assuming neither of your parents are home yet?" he raised his eyebrows, looking around the house.

Fizzy frowned. "No, our dad is working the night shift," she said, looking down at the ground.

"And your mum?" Harry asked.

Just as Fizzy opened her mouth to speak, a voice called down the stairs. "Fiz, Lots, didn't I ask you to put the twins to bed fifteen minutes ago?" Louis walked down the stairs, only in sweats. His tan, toned chest was still slightly wet, as was his hair. Harry had always known that Louis was fit, him being a football lad and all. But he had an incredible abdomen with multiple tattoos that Harry had had no knowledge of. Which made sense, given the fact that he was going to be nineteen in a month, which meant that he had the opportunity to get a tattoo for over a year. And damn, did they look good on him. Louis's sweatpants were low on his waist, the black fabric loose around the visible bone of his pelvis.

Harry, who had just realised that he'd been staring, zoned back into reality.

"-and so I told them they could watch a movie until you were out, because of course, you would be pissed about it. " Fizzy rolled her eyes, relaxing against the wall, even more, arms crossed.

Her brother, who was evidently not paying attention, simply watched Harry. "You're late," Louis commented.

"I'm not late," Harry protested, looking at his watch. "It's only seven thirty-two," he grumbled. "That's less than five minutes," he pointed out grumpily.

"Still not seven-thirty," Louis sassed back.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you arse." Harry waved his hand around wildly.

"Well, are you coming, or are you just going to stand there?" Louis raised his eyebrows at the boy across from him.

Harry blushed, now feeling like a complete idiot. "I'm coming, I guess." he rolled his eyes, trying to get his face to stop flushing.

Louis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Harry, not getting whatever he was he was referencing, just rolled his eyes, waiting for Louis to stop being immature, because knowing Louis, from the encounter earlier, that's probably what it was.

"Are you two just going to sit here and argue, or are you actually going to get crap done?" Fizzy grumbled, walking into the living room. "Daisy, Feebs, c'mon, bedtime loves," she said sweetly, using an entirely different tone than the one she had used with the boys.

"Last time I checked, Louis here was in charge," Harry snarked, glaring at Louis.

The said man only stared at him, obviously contemplating something. His bright blue irises following Harry's every move. It was quite unsettling.

Louis let out a sigh. "Come on then." He gestured for Harry to follow him.

They walked up the narrow, carpeted staircase to the large-ish upstairs. Louis's house was actually quite large, and the perfect size for his large family. Just like the front yard, there were toys scattered throughout the entirety of the second floor, most of which Harry assumed belonged to the twins since both Fizzy and Lottie looked more like teenagers than the other two.

Louis opened a door to what Harry assumed was his room. It was somewhat messy, as Harry had expected, a small pile of clothes in one corner along with a football kit in another. There were multiple football posters on the walls and a small desk across from an unmade bed. Louis walked in, leaving Harry standing awkwardly in the doorway.

He grabbed a stack of books from his desk, as well as a couple of sheets of paper before plopping himself down on his floor. He opened one of them and glared expectantly at Harry.

Harry coughed awkwardly before sitting down across from him. Now he felt even more like an idiot than he had before. They both sat in silence for a while, the only noises being the scraping of paper against paper and the thick tension that clouded the air.

"Um, so, I've never actually done this before," Harry mumbled out, scratching the back of his neck.

"This isn't sex, mate," Louis chuckled softly, a breathy noise that sent a strange feeling cartwheeling to Harry's stomach. "Just tutoring."

Harry blushed, rolling his eyes. "I realise that," he said, holding a steady glare at Louis's bright blue eyes. "What I meant," he sassed, "Is that I don't know what to do."

"Well no shit, Sherlock," Louis smirked.

Harry looked up, groaning. "This is going to be a lot of fun, isn't it?" he sighed.

"Hell yeah." Louis's smirk broadened. "Let's see, why don't we do Calculus first? That way I can act like I'm smarter than you for a bit," he said simply, something lining his tone that Harry couldn't quite decipher.

"Um, sure," Harry stated. Louis was acting a lot different than he had yesterday, was it because Harry wasn't being problematic? Or was it something else, like a disorder, or maybe teenage hormones? Or both? Whatever it was, it was fucking hard to figure out, and really annoying.

"So, why do you have such a bad grade in maths?" Louis asked, grabbing a worksheet off his desk, sounding very much like a therapist, to Harry's disliking. "Like, didn't you skip a grade?" He raised his eyebrows, locking eyes with Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just because I skipped a grade doesn't mean I'm automatically really bright," he scoffed. "The only reason I have a bad grade is because Niall is great at distracting me and teasing me about 'being gay'." He rolled his eyes again, recalling the events from a few days ago.

"And are you?" Louis asked, raising his eyebrows even higher, higher than Harry thought was possible.

"No, you dumb arse, I'm not." Harry clicked his pen. "But since this is a therapy session, why are you being so nice?" he retorted, his question still hanging in the air between them.

"What do you mean why am I being nice? I'm always nice," Louis scoffed, feigning offence.

"Was it because of that shit with your friends?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know, you were honestly just acting like a bit of a dick." Louis shrugged. "Besides, they're not gay," he added after.

"And you're sure?" Harry pushed, raising an eyebrow at Louis.

"It's like the same thing as me asking whether or not you're gay," Louis pointed out, sitting back down. "Now are we going to do this or not?"

sorry this was so crappy. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated though!

pickle a pickle and see if it unpickles lol