"His boyfriend's a dick," Niall mutters angrily, glaring at Nick as he dicks around with his friends. Louis hums in agreement, looking over to where Harry is sitting at a lunch table not too far away from his, telling a story to a large group of his girl friends. He can hear the words "Nick" "dumbass" and "cute" between the murmured words, so he can't even guess what Harry is talking about.

"I hate maths," Zayn grumbles as he throws a packet of papers–seemingly a test–onto the table. Louis is able to grab it first, seeing that, in large red letters at the top, Zayn's grade was a 56.

"That's still," Louis twists his mouth. "At least it's not a 55."

"Wow, thanks, buddy!" Zayn replies sarcastically, plopping down across from Louis and next to Niall. Liam walks over and sits down next to Louis, sweaty from lifting weights in phys ed.

"Dude, they have showers for a reason!" Louis laughs wickedly, wrinkling his nose and turning away from Liam. Liam rolls his eyes, grabbing the apple that Niall tosses to him and taking a bite.

"Li, you can't keep taking the fruits and veggies Niall's mom packs him," Zayn points out, furrowing his eyebrows. "You should be eating more."

"You look really skinny, mate," Louis agrees, and Liam just huffs and rolls his eyes, ignoring them and taking another bite of the apple. Louis just sighs and shakes his head.

"Hey, Niall?"

Louis looks up from his phone to see Harry Styles standing there, smiling sweetly as the scent of vanilla takes over the area. Liam looks over to Louis and wiggles his eyebrows, making Louis blush. Harry sits down next to Niall, crossing his legs and setting his hands on the table.

"Do you have the notes from History? Nick stole mine and hasn't given them back," He says, rolling his eyes. Niall nods, reaching into his rucksack. Liam elbows Louis, urging him to say something.

"H-Hi, Harry," Louis stutters, immediately blushing at how idiotic he sounds. Harry smiles sweetly, though, and gives him a little wave.

"Hey," He greets. "How are you?"

"Good," Louis says, and his voice cracks. He can hear Zayn snort, and he can feel his face get even hotter. Harry just continues to smile, dimples out, as Niall hands him the math notes. "Um. I like your sk-skirt."

"Thanks!" Harry says, and his cheeks turn pink as he smiles even wider. "Nick bought it for me, actually!"

Louis' smile falters, but he manages to slip out a squeaky goodbye as Harry walks away. Everyone bursts out laughing, and Louis just puts his head down on the table and groans.

"Ease up, mate!" Liam says, patting his back. "You're getting better! At least you talked to him this time!"

Louis just swats his hand away and sighs as the bell rings. "Fuck, I have gym class in half an hour," He groans again, grabbing his rucksack and standing up.