New Years Eve 2007-2008

"You're so cheeky." Louis laughed as Harry drunkenly tried to grab his ass.

"Your ass is cheeky." Harry responded giggling.

"You and your awful puns..." Louis groaned tilting his head back.

"They're not awful." Harry slurred.

"Whatever you say curly." Louis said, pulling Harry close to him, as the people around them started counting down to the new year.

"10..." Louis grinned with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

"9..." Harry intertwined his fingers with Louis'.

"8..." They pressed their foreheads together.

"7..." Louis let out a tipsy giggle.

"6..." Harry did the same.

"5..." Louis bit his lip, his eyes locked on Harry's lips.

"4..." Harry put his hand on Louis' cheek.

"3..." Louis put his hand on top of Harry's.

"2..." Louis pulled a face, making Harry laugh.

"1... now kiss me you fool!" Louis squeals kissing Harry's lips as he practically pins him to the couch, tickling him.

And in that moment, things couldn't get any better. They were young -15 and barely 16- and in love. Life was perfect.

***

"Harry? Are you awake?" Louis whispered, hours later, as they together in Harry's bed.

"Mmm yeah." Harry mumbled tiredly.

Louis rolled over to face him, looking him in the eyes. "Is this what it feels like to be in love?" He asked quietly.

"I'm not sure..." Harry said, having never really thought about it. "My mum always said that being in love means putting someone else's needs above your own, wanting to be with them all the time, and knowing them better than you know yourself."

"Hm." Louis stayed silent for a few moments before speaking up again. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm in love with you." He told him softly.

"I think I'm in love with you too." Harry replied.

Louis smiled, "Goodnight Haz."

"Night Lou."

***

January 3rd 2008

"Louis," His mum shook his shoulder, "It's time to get up! You're going to be late for school."

Louis groaned, "I don't care." He mumbled burying his head back into his pillow. It was the first day back after the Holiday break, and he really didn't want to go.

"Well I do. And it's time for you to get out of bed." She told him sternly, pulling the blankets from his body.

"Fine." He muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, it wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway.

He lethargically went through his morning routine, and miraculously was ready in time.

"Bye mum." Louis said taking one last bite of his cereal and standing up. He kissed Jay's cheek and headed for the door.

"Wait, Lou! Your bookbag, and your coat!" She called out after him as he had walked right past them.

"Oh, yeah." Louis laughed a bit, as he put on his coat and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Jay shook her head with a smile. "I swear, one day you're going to forget your pants." She told the boy, who had always been very forgetful. Especially lately. Of course that was no big deal. Just part of his personality...right?

Louis walked down the sidewalk with every intention of going to school, despite not wanting to. I mean, what teenager actually wants to go to school? After about thirty minutes of walking, Louis however, didn't end up at school, but found himself at the supermarket.

Why was he at the supermarket? Is that where he had meant to go? Where was it he was headed?

He couldn't remember. Shrugging his shoulders, figuring if he was at the market that's where he was supposed to be, he wandered inside. He walked up and down the aisles, looking through the different foods, trying to remember what he'd come for.

Not looking where he was going, Louis walked straight into someone.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching-" He looked up to see Harry's mum, Anne.

"Louis? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?" She asked.

School. That's where he was going! How could he forget?

"Oh uh, yeah, I just, I got pretty cold outside walking, so I came in to warm up a bit." He lied, because who forgets they were on their way to school?

Anne looked at him strangely, before smiling. "Well, would you like a ride to school?"

"Yes, please. If you don't mind." Louis said fiddling with his thumbs.

"Oh of course I don't mind! I just need to grab one more thing and we can go." She said sweetly.

***

"I hope you've all had a good Holiday break." Louis' English teacher, Mr. Sheeran spoke. "I also hope you've done the assigned reading, because I've prepared a 20 question quiz on it."

Shit. There had been homework?

Louis could've sworn there hadn't been any homework. "Please let this be multiple choice." He mumbled under his breath as Mr. Sheeran passed out the quiz.

The moment the quiz landed on his desk, Louis knew he was screwed. Out of all twenty questions, not one was multiple choice.

"Times up." Mr. Sheeran announced a half hour later as he came around the classroom to collect the quizzes. Louis looked down at his quiz dejectedly. Aside from his name, and the date in the top right corner, the sheet was completely blank.

When Louis handed his quiz back, Mr. Sheeran frowned. "I'll need to talk to you after class." He whispered.

At the end of class, Louis slowly trudged up to his teacher's desk. The red-haired man looking at him with disappointment in his eyes, which were framed by a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"You didn't do the reading again, did you?" He said, although it came out as more of a statement than a question.

Louis sighed and shook his head, "I forgot... I'm so sorry. Please, don't fail me. I promise I'll do better." He begged.

Mr. Sheeran sighed, "Louis you've promised me that time and time again, but I've seen no improvement. This is the fifth assignment this semester that you haven't done."

"I'm trying so hard to remember. I promise I am!" Louis explained desperately.

"How do I know you're not just lying to me? Using 'I Forgot' isn't an acceptable excuse you know." The teacher explained.

"I know... but Mr. Sheeran I'm trying so hard! You know I am!" Louis pleaded with tears welling up in his blue eyes. His grades had been dropping significantly the last year, and it was stressing the poor boy out as he wanted to get into Uni and become a drama teacher.

"I'll give you one last chance. But Louis, if you don't do this week's reading, I'll have no choice but to fail you this semester." Mr. Sheeran said, "Understood?"

"Yes, yes! Thank you so much!" Louis almost hugged him he was so grateful.

"Yeah, yeah no problem. Just don't forget this time." The man warned.

Louis nodded enthusiastically. "I won't! I promise." That very moment, he wrote on his hand with a sharpie, 'Homework', figuring that would be a good reminder.

***

"Why do you have the word 'Homework' on your hand Lou?" Harry asked that evening as they snuggled together watching Grease and drinking cocoa.

"Oh, huh." Louis looked down at his hand, forgetting he'd written on it. "I dunno."

"You don't know?" Harry asked, confused. "How would you not know?"

"Guess I forgot." Louis shrugged.

"You need a new memory." Harry joked.

Louis giggled a bit. "Or just an adequate night's sleep."

***

January 10th 2008

"Well? Did you do last week's reading?" Mr. Sheeran asked as Louis walked into class.

"Oh... uh... n-no... I forgot." Louis stammered.

"Louis, I hate to do this, but I have no choice but to give you a failing grade this semester. I'm sorry, but I can't keep giving you special treatment just because you 'forget' to do your work." The man looked, apologetic, and his face was full of sympathy.

"I understand." Louis said quietly, swallowing the lump that was rising in his throat, and he started to think.

Maybe there was something wrong with him.

Well there's chapter one! I hope you enjoyed. I've decided to tell the story in bits from the past as well as the present. I always love feedback, so feel free to comment! And of course, if you liked it, please vote :) Have a fabulous day lovelies!

-Sunnie