Harry ^ in this fic.

Louis in this fic:

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Harry won't stop looking at him and Louis doesn't know whether to make eye contact or completely ignore.

He goes for ignoring. Instead Louis leans down closer to his paper and scribbles the notes down quickly.

The room is quiet except for the sound of pencil scratching paper. His eyes are reading over the notes of the first world war when he heard a soft cough beside him. On instinct he looks up, Harry is standing in front of his desk. "Hi," he said.

Louis glanced around, then behind him. "Hello?"

"Harry, please take your seat," the teacher exclaimed from his desk.

Harry bluntly ignored him although he did look considerably ticked off now that the whole class was looking away from their notes and to him.

"I was wondering if-"

"Before you finish that sentence the answer is no." Louis interrupted, he started to continue with his notes.

"Oooooohhhhhh" was heard continuously around the room. Harry didn't bat an eyes, he merely closed his lips and looked at Louis in a new light.

"Mr. Styles sit down or you and your friend will face detention tonight,"

"Excuse me," Louis piped up, he looked away from harry and exclaimed, "We are not friends,"

The teacher looked anything but pleased, Harry did not look like he was sitting down any time soon.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Harry demanded.

"So because I'm not interested in scum like you there's something wrong with me?" Louis stated in clear anger.

"Well- sort of. Yeah." Harry exclaimed.

"Enough. Detention tonight. 16-17:00."

"But sir- I have practice tonight!" Louis shot up from his seat.

"Yeah sir, he's trying out for cheer!" two girls were quick to get by Louis' side.

Harry's eyes widened, the teacher only glared and warned if they didn't all take their seats within the next ten seconds they'd all face a weeks worth of Saturday detentions.

Louis sat down with a pout and the girls were quick to assure him that he could try out tomorrow, and that either way he was secured a spot on the team.

Harry went back to his seat, and towards the end of the hour he could sense someone glaring at him. he looked up and locked eyes with Louis.

Louis' glare was full of clear distaste, annoyance and slight hatred.

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It was 16:05 and no one except Louis was in the detention room. He nervously tapped his foot consistently on the edge of the desk in front of him. He didn't have any homework so he really had a whole hour to completely waste by doing nothing.

The door creaked open and his eyes shot up in hopes to win the teachers sympathy and be let go early. he didn't want them to think he was a troublesome person,because he really wasn't. If only Harry understood that Louis doesn't want anything to do with him.

It wasn't a teacher. it was Harry. He quietly shut the door behind him and made his way to the other corner of the room. Louis eyed him for a few moments before turning back to his consistent tapping.

"Could you stop that?" Harry asked, he was deep in a thick book that had no colorful cover.

"No. it's your fault I'm here in the first place," Louis shot back.

"Sorry princess," Harry mumbled.

"What did you call me?" Louis snapped. He stood up and walked over to Harry, his eyes lighting up.

Harry only shrugged, "oh, sorry, your highness,"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Louis was now a foot from Harry, he leaned down so his face was close to him. Harry smiled softly, this was amusing.

Harry reached out and places a hand on Louis' waist. Louis jumped back at the strong grip, or he tried to because then Harry had both of his hands on his waist and keeping him in place. Harry stood up and leaned down to a frozen Louis. Louis felt his lips against his ear and he shivered as Harry spoke. "It means you're royalty of course," Louis felt himself warm up at that, he felt Harry smile against his cheek. "Yeah, queen of my bed that is,"

Louis pulled back in shock, "Oh fuck you," he rolled his eyes, and pushed against Harry's hold.

Harry's smile grew, "I'm only joking love,"

Louis couldn't say anything because then the door was opening and the teacher was snapping at them to sit down at room opposite desks.

Louis walked away. and if his mind kept replaying the way Harry was holding him well, he couldn't help it. Harry leaned back against his chair and after ten minutes or so he grabbed his notebook and started to write as well.

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They got out at ten past 17:00. Louis was slow to walk to his locker after using the bathroom, six lockers from him Harry was already picking at his lock.

Harry was done first and he left, he walked past Louis who was just putting on his messenger bag. Louis ignored him and shut his locker and walked briskly past him. Harry kept walking until he was out and on the parking lot. It was pouring rain. He barely saw Louis' figure walking down the sidewalk a little bit away. He ran to his car through the fat rain drops and got in, in a few minutes he was beside Louis. When Louis noticed that it was Harry's car that was driving beside him he threw his hands in his air in clear exasperation. Harry rolled down the window, "do you want a ride?"

"No! Especially not from you," Louis yelled, and just then there was a crack of thunder and Louis jumped in surprise. Harry heard him cuss but then he was turning to him and walking to the passenger door. Harry opened it for him and Louis got in.

Louis shrank back away from Harry and closer to the door. Harry frowned, now Louis was starting to get ridiculous. "Where to?" Is all he said though.

"Left at this corner, go straight for about ten minutes and then take a right." Louis said.

"Ten minutes? Driving time? And you were planning on walking?" Harry asked.

"I wasn't going home you twit. I was going to go to the library and wait for the rain to settle down then call my parents to pick me up." Louis sighed softly.

Harry hummed in response and he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Louis' teeth were chattering and Harry noticed that he was shivering. "If you want my football jumper is in the back, you can ...take off your wet shirt and put it on."

Louis looked at him like he was a new species. "Honestly Harry, what do you take me for? Some easy slut?"

Harry frowned, "I didn't say that,"

Louis laughed, "you don't think I already know about you? You're the school's man whore. And I will not be another trophy on your shelf."

Harry's hands tightened around the steering wheel. "You're believing them?" He muttered. "And what about me, don't I get a say on who I am?"

"Yeah but-"

"You're making assumptions of me, you don't know me. Well, guess what, I can count how many people I've slept with on one hand." Harry said, he glanced at Louis who said nothing.

Harry stopped the car and Louis saw that they were at his house. Louis didn't move though. Until, Harry held up his hand, in the shape of the number 0.

Louis bit his lip, "Then why do they say that, why didn't you tell them off?"

Harry shrugged. "People will believe what they want to believe."

Louis opened the door, and paused, he turned back to harry a question on his lips. Except Harry wasn't looking at him, no he was tense and staring straight ahead. Louis chose to say nothing and instead slammed the door behind him, and made a quick run to go back inside. when he turned back to Harry, the car was already gone.

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