Louis entered a small hall. Two hallways went into two different directions. Louis looked around in hopes to find a hint to where he had to go.

There was nothing that helped except for a rather tall looking boy. He stood with his back to Louis and looked at the papers pinned at the wall.

Louis crossed the approximately three meters that separated them and asked, "Excuse me?"

The guy turned around and Louis found himself frozen as he looked at the strangers face. He didn't know why but he thought he was gorgous. For some reason the boy's eyes widened as  he looked at Louis.

Louis was fast to compose himself and explained, "Erm, well, I'm here for the new dance class and I don't know where to, like, go, so, like, do you?"

He internally scolded himsel for stuttering so much. Normally he was rather confident and funny, or that's what others told him.

The guy was smiling and- oh gosh, dimples. "You go to the dance class? That's so cool, me too. And I know where to go because sometimes I watched my sisters classes, sorry, maybe that was too much Information. I...I, normally I don't talk that much, sorry."

Louis couldn't help but smile at the boy's rambling. "It's okay, lead the way."

"That rhymed." The lad  chuckled. Louis couldn't help but laugh too.

"I'm Louis, by the way." He held his hand out for the other boy to shake.

"Harry." The boy, well, Harry, answered and took Louis' hand. Both were amazed by the size difference, not that either of them would admit it. So they just smiled and Harry led the way to a door with a sign emblazoned with the words "Dressing room, Boys".

Because Louis was closer to the door he opened it and made an exaggerated hand sweep into the room. "After you."

"Such a gentleman." Harry laughed.

"No homo though." Louis chuckled.

Harry's smile faded a bit. It was no secret for him to be gay anymore. But he wouldn't tell that Louis, not now. He didn't even know him.

In the room they were met by three guys, two already dressed, the third was occupied with putting in his sports trousers in an seemingly very complicated manner. Despite this he was the first one to acknowledge them."

"Oi!" He almost screamed, "Finally, I was already scared that I was alone with these Borers." He was blonde with darker roots.

"Ey, rude!" A brown haired, quiff styled guy exclaimed, "And Borers isn't even a word." In contrast to the blonde lad he was quite sturdy and muscular.

"What's that even supposed to mean?"Louis inquired.

"That's a person who's boring." The blonde explained standing up, having finally managed to put on his trousers.

"But I'm not boring, am I?" The  brown haired asked.

"I don't know, mate." Louis mocked a thoughtful expression, "Maybe we have to test you. How about you dance a chicken dance for us." Harry and the blonde bursted out laughing.

The quiffed guy crossed his arms over his chest, "That wasn't even funny. It's only because of his voice, mister," he imitated a high pitched voice "I'm-so-funny." Harry and the blonde laughed again.

Now it was Louis turn to cross his arms, "That wasn't funny either, and I don't sound like that." he complained.

"Errm...only a little." The blonde said.

"It's cute though." Harry smiled.

Louis wanted to say something like "I'm not cute." but then he looked at Harry and the words died on his tongue at the sight of the look Harry gave him. It was almost...adoring.

Louis was fast to snap out of this ridiculous train of thought. He scoffed and said, "You're all mean. I think I'll just go to the borer over there, at least he doesn't make fun of me."

With that he went over to the black haired guy who was doing something  on his phone and hasn't uttered a syllabe.

"We- we didn't..." Harry stuttered out, wanting Louis to understand that he never wanted to make fun of him. He didn't know why but he wanted to be on friendly terms (or more) with him.

The blonde looked at him with a smirk on his face. Harry didn't know what exactly he wanted to say with this expression but the brown quiff haired seemed to have caught on. "It's all good." He patted his shoulder.

All three looked at the corner where Louis sat down next to the black haired guy and slung an arm around his shoulders. "Hello, my friend. How is it going?" Louis asked.

"What's happenin'?" The other guy answered with a funny tone.

Louis laughed. Harry wished he was the cause of that beautiful sound -wow, he really needed to stop. He just met that guy!

Louis grinned, "I have the feeling you're not that much of a borer. This one is the bigger borer." He pointed at the brown haired guy next to Harry.

"Oi!"The blonde shouted, "This is my word!"

"I'm not a borer." The guy Louis pointed at complained.

"Erm, guys, my girlfriend texted we have to go in." The black haired lad said.

"Borer." The blonde one mumbled but audible for everyone. The boys except for the one accused as borer laughed.

"Aye, blondie here is right. We should get to know each other first." Louis suggested.

"My name isn't blondie." The blonde comlained.

"Then tell me your real name." Louis proposed.

"Great idea, I'm Liam." The brown haired answered.

"Eyy, I asked blondie." Louis glared playfully.

The brown haired guy, now known as Liam, pouted. "I thought we would all say our names and get to know each other."

Louis rolled his eyes, "Just kidding." He assured.

"I'm Niall." Blondie said.

"Okay, I'm Louis." He stood up and slung an arm around Harry's shoulders, "And this is my new best friend Harry." Harry looked at Louis with a wide smile but didn't move otherwise in fear of Louis taking his arm away again.

He didn't though as the now only nameless black haired guy said, "Great, I'm Zayn, let's go in before Perrie comes here to see if we died."

"Is Perrie your girlfriend? And your dance partner?" Niall asked.

"Yes and hopefully." Zayn answered.

"Hopefully what?" Liam asked confused.

"Hopefully she's his dance partner, duh." Louis answered for Zayn.

Zayn stood up and they went to the doors. Louis took his arm from Harry's shoulders in order to walk properly, much to Harry's dismay.

 I have the feeling this goes too fast between Larry, but I promise it will get better. <3