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"Alright, class, please turn all electronics off and pay attention to my lovely voice. I know you all look forward to the third period on Wednesdays just so you can hear it," Mr Smith joked making half of the class snicker, the other half either sent him smiles or kept straight faces. Harry was one of the people who kept a straight face. The jocks laughed obnoxiously loud at Mr Smith's joke which only made him want to kill them more than Harry previously did and Harry thought that would never be possible. You learn something new every day.

"Do you think everyone who laughs at the joke remembers that he literally tells it every Wednesday?" Niall, his best friend who sat beside him murmured quietly to Harry careful to not bring Mr Smith's attention on him. Harry thought about his words for a moment. He did have a point. Mr Smith does indeed tell the exact same joke every third period on a Wednesday, in fact, Niall had actually tried to tell Mr Smith this but he was sent to the principal's office before he could even finish his sentence. Let's just say Mr Smith doesn't like to be told what to do or what not to do.

"They probably do notice, just too scared that if they don't laugh every time that he'll only put their grade down," Harry replied back. Niall let out a laugh before holding up his test paper that the class had just received from Mr Smith minutes prior to his joke. The paper had a big red D on the front of the page which only made Harry stifle a laugh.

"I am a survivor of this punishment," Niall informed before looking up and shaking his head at the distracted teacher at the front of the room, "I could sue him."

"Now I highly doubt that," Harry said with a dry laugh. Niall sent him a smug smile before shrugging.

"Excuse me, I'm the one who is in Legal Studies."

"You're excused because you're the one who is failing Legal Studies," Harry smirked at  Niall which made Niall narrow his eyes at him. That, of course only made Harry's smirk grow wider.

"Paying attention, gentlemen?" Mr Smith interrupted raising his eyebrow questioningly at the two. Niall and Harry both exchanged looks to see if the other had an explanation that could be given to the teacher but Niall kept his mouth shut so it was left up to Harry which almost never went well. Let's just say Harry wasn't exactly very good at thinking on his feet.

"Um, we were just talking about how great of a teacher you are?" Harry told him but it came out more like a question. Niall slammed his head on the desk, unimpressed with his answer, however, Mr Smith sent him a nod before turning back around to his lecture of when and where was the best for sea turtle eggs to hatch. In a marine biology class that would be okay, it was just the fact that they were in Maths that concerned Harry.

"Great save. Remind me why you're only a high school student and not a superhero who stops bank robberies and shit," Niall wondered sarcastically. Harry laughed at his words.

"Well you see, I gave that all up for this luxurious lifestyle," Harry laughed gesturing around the classroom. Niall rolled his eyes at his best friend before looking over at the clock at the wall desperate for the bell to ring and right at that moment, Harry felt the exact same way. He would like nothing more than for the bell to ring. Okay, there was an exception, he would like David Beckham in boxer briefs on his bed when he got home but apart from that, he would like nothing more.

"The bell is about the ring and I really-" Mr Smith was cut off by the bell ringing. Students piled out of the classroom eagerly trying to get away from Mr Smith's plead to complete the set homework but deep down, the teacher knew that none of his students would before he went back and slouched in his chair.

Harry and Niall walked quickly to the cafeteria, it was what you had to do. You had to get there as fast as you can or you were stuck with the shitty bits of the cafeteria food since the rest was all taken. The two friends grabbed their food before making their way over to an empty table and sitting down. Niall was sitting across from Harry.

"That was by far the most boring class that we have had with Mr Smith. I know I say that after every class with him but that just won the golden ticket," Niall sighed with annoyance taking a bite out of his chicken wrap. Harry rolled his eyes while sipping on his blackcurrant juice.

"You and your complaints," Liam, Niall's boyfriend cooed sitting down next to Niall before pressing a sweet peck on Niall's cheek. His cheeks reddened and he smiled at his boyfriend.

"You know you love them," Niall shot back smugly. Liam smiled lovingly before he nodded.

"Of course I do," Liam replied. Harry swore he could see the hearts in his eyes as Liam stared at Niall. Harry whined at the two, sick of seeing the cuteness of their relationship.  Don't get him wrong, he was extremely happy that his best friend had found love but he was extremely envious it was before he had.

Sure, Harry's had a boyfriend. He's isn't a prude or anything. He's had flings, one night stands but nothing that really meant something proper to him. Maybe he's fallen in love once or twice but not anything that has had him completely capitated like Niall appeared to be with Liam. He wanted what they wanted.

"No flirting in front of me, please," Harry said, "It only reminds me how lonely I really am."

"Oh, come on, you get asked out," Niall rolled his eyes. 

"By doucebags. I want a nice guy, I want a Liam," Harry pouted childishly. Liam laughed at him before raising his eyebrows at the curly headed boy.

"Don't you have a thing for Tomlinson?" Liam wondered curiously. Harry's eyes narrowed and went onto Niall who was about to take another bite out of his wrap until he realized what Liam had just said and glared at him. Liam frowned before looking back at Harry, "I mean, I thought I saw you looking at him the other day.."

"You are about as shit as making an excuse on the spot as Harry," Niall informed still glaring at his boyfriend. Liam sighed then sent Niall an apologetic look.

"You told him!" Harry screeched as quietly as he could. 

"He's friends with him, I just thought maybe he could help hook you guys up," Niall defended himself. Harry rolled his eyes again before leaning forward and flicking his best friend on the forehead before he looked over at Liam and raised his eyebrows.

"I spoke to him about you and he said he knew you.." Liam confirmed quietly looking down at the table. Niall let out a loud laugh and Harry glared at him.

"I'm sorry but that's hilarious," Niall chuckled. Harry groaned and hit his head against the table. Liam and Niall shared knowing looks, they had both known Harry long enough to know that he was having his small insecurities about himself.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Harry asked, "Is my hair too long or is it not long enough?"

"Harry, you could use your hair as a coat for the whole school in cold winter."

"Niall, that was weird."

"Look, the point is, there is nothing wrong with you. It's his loss, yeah?" Niall comforted sweetly reaching out to rub a soothing hand on Harry's shoulder. Liam watched the two friends fondly happy that his boyfriend and his friend were so close.

Harry lifted up his head from the table and glanced at Niall, "How many times do you have to say that it's his loss before I start commenting on how I know it's all bullshit?"

"How about I say it again tomorrow and we can move from there?" Niall smiled sheepishly. Harry sighed but smiled back slightly. Niall was just too good at cheering him up, he always knew just what to say to make Harry smile or laugh once again.

"You're a great person, Harry. Anyone would be lucky to have you," Liam informed kindly. Harry sent him a smile to which Liam returned brightly.

"Thank you, Liam," Harry replied before standing up with a sigh, "I have to get ready for my last class. I'll see you guys around?" The couple nodded and Harry walked out of the cafeteria. Harry could feel a group of girls eye him as he walked past in the hallway. He knew he wasn't ugly. He was decent looking but he wouldn't call himself extremely attractive like some of the jocks at his school. Harry would like to think that was why he hated them so much but he knew it was because they were all arrogant pricks.

When Harry reached his locker, he saw that the girls who had been eyeing him before turned their attention to the group who was walking down the hall now. Harry couldn't help himself from looking either. People liked to call them the 'Popular' or the 'Cool Kids' since every person in the group was extremely popular or classified as cool. 

The group consisted of the art teacher's most favourite student, Zayn Malik. Harry swore there was nothing that boy couldn't draw. Just last year, he had won the award for the most artistic student school in the school.

Next was Sam Walsh, he was the most cliche popular there was. He wasn't really intelligent, he loved to party and was great at sports. He was also everyone's favourite player. He strung along so many girls and guys just that week that Harry had already the last count on Monday. Today was Wednesday.

Then there was Tyler Stephens who was practically the same as Sam but to describe him one word would most likely be a total prick because it felt as if he went out of his way to be one. Tyler had already tried tripping over Harry at least three times that day.

Last and most definitely not the least was Louis Tomlinson. He was undeniably the most charming and popular boy there was. There was no one who disliked Louis, he was way too friendly to be hated on. It was only when you double-crossed him or messed with him that you would see another side to him but even then Harry found him beautiful. Most would say that he was the leader of the group and that was true. 

Especially now where Louis is walking in the middle of the group as they walked down the hallway. All the students close by watched them, it was like it was too stunning to look away from. They were so... unrealistically perfect that you just had to stare at them to see if they were real or just a figment of your imagination.

Harry turned around to face his locker as the group went to walk past, he didn't want Tyler to remember that he did indeed exist because Tyler was in his next class and he really didn't want to get tripped as of that moment. Or any moment as a matter of a fact.

He ravaged through his locker for the right books for his last class. He didn't want to be late or not prepared because he had experience Mrs Robbie's mood swings and there were not pretty. Harry closed the door of his locker but jumped once he saw someone was leaning against the locker next to his staring right at him. It was Louis.

"Uh, Hi?" I said, my hand going to heart as it pounded faster because of the small scare.

"Oops," Louis replied when he saw he had scared the other boy. Harry felt as if he couldn't breathe. Louis, the boy he had just been thinking about was standing right in front of him. He was just so pretty and Harry really wanted to just reach out and touch his soft looking face but he remained calm on the outside.

"Can I help you, Louis?" Harry wondered curiously. Of course, he didn't want to rush what little moment they had but he knew that the bell was going to ring at any given moment and as he said, Mrs Robbie's mood swings were not something you wanted to experience. 

Harry watched as Louis looked back over at Tyler who was watching the pair from across the hall at his own locker. Louis then looked back at Harry and sighed.

"Yes, you can help me," Louis told him. Harry's heartbeat impossibly faster than it was before. Harry wished Niall and Liam could see this. They had only just been talking about him, "You're Harry, right?"

Harry nodded at Louis, "Yeah, that's me."

"I need a favour from you," Louis said quietly. Harry, any other situation would coo at how tiny and shy Louis really was up close and personal but he couldn't do that in front of Louis himself.

"Yeah, what is it?" Harry wondered curiously. He knew that whatever he would like, Harry would most likely do it for him. Harry was far too gone to decline but what Harry didn't expect Louis to say ever was;

"I need you to be my boyfriend."