Louis hates the first day of school. Thankfully, he's a senior which means this will be his last first day of school (besides college, but he doesn't want to think about that). He tugs on the ends of his bookbag straps as he makes his way down the hallway. He approaches his new locker and opens it.

"Hey, Hot Stuff," Someone says. Louis cringes, already knowing who's behind him. He feels a hand on his shoulder and stiffens. "Hello Lou," Stan whispers in his ear. Louis twists away from him and flicks Stan off.

"Fuck off, Stan, we aren't dating anymore. I'm not scared of you--" Louis' cut off by Stan grabbing his arm roughly as he leans down to Louis' ear. 

"Should be, Tomlinson," He whispers. Stan pulls back and smiles at him. Stan gives Louis a once over and a sly wink before disappearing around the corner. 

Louis sets his bag down and empty its' contents into his locker. He sees a figure approach him from the side. He gulps, praying that it isn't Stan again. However, he's not met with rough hands pushing him or dirty words whispering themselves in his ear. Louis looks up at the stranger and sucks in a breath.

He's gorgeous, Louis'll give him that. His hair is curly and sticks out in strange directions as if he'd ruffled his curls with his hands. He's about medium height, but incredibly lanky. His eyes are covered behind glasses which makes it hard to tell their color, but Louis' sure they're light, maybe hazel.

"Hi," He mutters. Louis stands and awkwardly coughs. The boy opens the locker next to Louis' and starts emptying his things in it. Louis doesn't recognize the boy, which is strange because the school's small, so everyone pretty much knows everyone else. Louis might guess he's an underclassman because of the nervousness bubbling around him, but he appears older than that. 

"What grade are you in," Louis blurts. The question spills from him without thinking. Louis instantly wishes he could take back the sentence and run, but it's too late. The boy turns and looks at him. Now, Louis can tell that his eyes are green, a warm and welcoming green.

"Uh, I'm a senior. I'm new," He explains. Louis nods. That makes sense. They awkwardly stare at each other a moment longer. Louis coughs. The boy throws him a lopsided grin. Louis raises his eyebrows, trying to find an escape. "My name's Harry," He says softly. Louis glances at Harry and finds him partly hiding behind his locker door. 

"I'm Louis Tomlinson," He replies. Louis' on the soccer team, which is kind of a big deal. Most people know him because he plays on the varsity team, but if you know Louis from that, then the odds are pretty high that you call him Tomlinson. So, he's gotten used to responding by his last name or introducing himself like that, but Louis knows he wants to introduce himself fully to this boy. Louis doesn't want Harry to forget him.

"Well, uh, it's very nice meeting you, Louis Tomlinson. I've better get going if I'm ever going to figure out this stupid schedule," Harry sighs. Louis raises an eyebrow and gestures for him to hand it over. Harry gives him a small smile before passing it over. He's got a lovely smile.

Louis looks it over quickly, recognizing the names easily. He sees that they have a few classes together and his heart instantly beats a little faster. Louis points towards Harry's first-period teacher and Harry thanks him. "You get used to the building after a while, I'm sure you're a quick learner," Louis suggests. Harry blushes and glances down.

"I should get going. I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day," Harry says. Louis nods. He looks at Louis one more time and smiles before walking towards his first period. Louis stares absentmindedly at his locker before he's interrupted by, yet another, set of hands.

"Big fat seniors, huh? Can't wait till this year's over. This place is a living hell," Zayn mutters. Louis rolls his eyes. Zayn's always been overly dramatic. He wraps an arm around Louis' neck and pulls him towards Zayn for a proper hug. Louis buries his face in Zayn's shoulder, taking in his scent, well, the smell of cigarettes anyway.

"Really, it's not even first period and you've already been smoking," Louis chastises. He shrugs. Zayn pulls a pack out of his pocket to show Louis and then tucks it back in after. He's lucky he hasn't gotten caught with it on him by any of the admin or staff. That would be if they even cared.

"You know I get nervous. First day back with all these assholes, I'll need a pack before I get my anxiety to calm the fuck down. I haven't gotten my hands to stop shaking all morning," Zayn explains. Louis gives him a small nod, not really following the conversation.

Louis' only half listening to Zayn because he's mostly focused on the boy from earlier. He's so pretty. He's never seen a guy like that before. Perfect milky skin and loose curls; plump, pink lips almost begging for Louis to kiss them. Harry's small and innocent, the exact opposite of Stan.

"You look distracted, Stan come over? I told you I'm not scared to beat his ass. If he lays one finger on you I'll break him in two," Zayn threatens. Louis waves him off. Zayn's been with Louis since the beginning. Stan's always been an asshole and Zayn's warned Louis many times to stay away from Stan, but he always goes crawling back anyway. Zayn gave up warning Louis after the third time.

"No, we'd better get to class if we don't want to be late," Louis sighs. 

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Hey guys! So, I'm bringing this back but I'm not sure if it's going to stay or not. It depends on how y'all respond! If there's a good reaction then I might keep writing it. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B