"Did you hear Grimshit got suspended?" Liam asks as he plops down next to Louis, sliding his finished English homework toward him. Louis takes out his unfinished homework and starts to copy off of Liam. "He brought a gun to school."

"Dumbass," Louis mumbles, shaking his head as he scribbled furiously. He can see Harry Styles enter the classroom out of the corner of his eye and he looks up, seeing him enter with Perrie Edwards by his side. He's wearing the same pair of Keds and tube socks, along with a white denim skirt and very pale pink cable knit sweater.

But Harry barely even knows who he is, and he doesn't give a damn about Louis.

"Hi, Liam!" He greets as he walks in. "Hey, Louis!"

Louis' heart flutters. "H-Hi," He stutters, watching in awe as Harry smiles at him. He knows his fucking name.

"You're blushing, mate," Liam laughs, making Louis' face turn even hotter. Fuck Liam.

The bell rang, and the teacher started off with announcing a group project. Liam and Louis immediately look at each other until she announces she will be choosing the partners.

She calls them off my alphabetical order, and Harry and Louis end up together. Louis reckons it's the best day of his life.

Liam gets up, and Harry plops down where he has been sitting. Louis has to remind himself how to breathe as Harry turns so he's facing him.

"Okay," Harry hums. "What do you want to do the project on? I honestly don't read that much," He giggles, and Louis laughs nervously.

"Um, I don't know," Louis shrugs, and Harry just smiles sweetly and nods.

"Okay, hm," He says softly, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his bare knee. "What's your favourite movie?"

Louis thinks for a moment. He doesn't want to sound ridiculous. "The Blind Side."

"Alright, good," Harry says cheerfully. "That's a book! We can just read the book, and you won't lose interest."

"You don't want to do something you like?" Louis asks, and Harry shrugs. Louis' totally willing to sacrifice doing it on something he likes so Harry can do it on something he likes.

"Doesn't matter to me," Harry says honestly, and Louis can't help but smile. "Can I have your number? For the project, I mean."

"Sure," Louis nods, trying not to freak out as Harry unlocks his mobile and hands it to him. "Um, do you want to come over after school tomorrow? For the project, I mean."

Harry laughs at the last sentence, knowing Louis is mimicking him. "Yeah, totally, text me your address!"

Louis can't help but smile. "Alright, yeah," He replies.