I really struggled writing this chapter but thankfully my bitch platonicstylinson helped me out like always. Please go and follow her because wattpad decided to get off their asses and give her books back to her after they deleted them all. She is honestly my fucking inspiration always and I don't know what I would do without her.

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"Mind explaining why the pair of you were both late to class, Mr Tomlinson?" Mrs Fray questioned with narrowed eyes as Louis and Harry made their way into the classroom. All of the student's eyes were now on them.

"As a matter of fact, I do mind," Louis shot back with a forced smile as he moved to take his seat. Some students snickered at the smaller boy's response. Mrs Fray sighed loudly, hands going to her hips before turning to face Harry.

"And you? What's your excuse?" Mrs Fray asked, her tone harsh and accusatory. Harry glanced over at Louis, just hoping that the smaller boy could help him get out of this mess but when the pair made eye contact, Louis turned his head to look in the opposite direction.

"I was just running late, it won't happen again?" Harry tried his hardest to try to tame the beast that was his English teacher.

"Take a seat, Styles," Mrs Fray commanded. Harry took a deep breath of relief, glad that it had obviously been a sufficient answer for her. The curly haired boy made his way over to his seat that was next to Louis', he sat in his chair and sighed when Louis quickly moved his chair away.

Some students watched them with confused expressions, to their eyes it would look like a bit of a domestic between boyfriends. To Harry's eyes, Louis was just being a tad over-dramatic.

"Are you going to talk to me?"  Harry wondered leaning slightly towards Louis. The smaller boy didn't even attempt to make eye contact as he looked over at the teacher.

"Can't talk, have work to do," Louis dismisses. Harry let out a laugh.

"You never do work in English, you never even listen," Harry noted teasingly. It was a known fact.

"Perhaps I'm just good at keeping things hidden. Maybe you should take some notes," Louis hissed quietly. Harry's eyes widened at the smaller boy's words.

He didn't realise that Louis would be that pissed off about the whole Xavier thing. Harry truthfully thought that Louis would give him a slight scolding and move on from it.

"Are you seriously-"

"Do I need to move you, Mr Styles?" Mrs Fray inquired moving to stand in front of Harry's desk. The curly haired boy sent her a forced smile.

"No, Mrs Fray," Harry answered. The teacher sighed before turning back to continue teaching her class. Harry zoned out any words that were coming out of her mouth looking to his side to stare over at Louis.

The smaller boy was grimacing to himself. Harry looked to the other side of Louis to where Zayn was currently scribbling away on his notebook, drawing his next masterpiece. Harry looked over Louis and noted how pissed off he looked, he kept sighing to himself and was glaring into space while he was obviously deep in thought.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me?"

Louis glanced back at Harry and raised his eyebrow, a spiteful smile on his lips. Louis wasn't taking this newfound news very well, obviously.

"Are you just going to ignore me?" Harry wondered, "It's driving me crazy."

"Sounds like a personal problem," Louis shot back quickly. The smaller boy then without another word, pulled his chair over to sit closer to Zayn who looked up and frowned at Louis.

"What do you want?" Zayn questioned curiously. Louis sighed before resting his head on his best friend's shoulder. Harry looked down at his books, drowning out any words that Mrs Fray was saying and trying to focus on what Louis was saying to Zayn beside him.

"I need to bitch to you," Louis replied. Zayn rolled his eyes, pushing his notebook away from him to try to focus his attention onto what Louis had to say. He was a good friend like that.

"Who's pissed you off now?"

"Who do you think?" Louis quizzed. The smaller boy lifted his head from Zayn's shoulder, "I'm going to be blunt as fuck. Harry had sex with someone last night."

"Oh yeah," Zayn nodded absentmindedly.  Louis scoffed before shaking his head.

"Oh yeah? Be pissed off with me, you fucking traitor," Louis narrowed his eyes at his best friend. Zayn once again rolled his eyes at the smaller boy.

"He's his own person. He can fuck whoever he wants to," Zayn stated thoughtfully. Louis made a noise of pure disappointment.

"Boo you, some best friend you are," Louis let out a sigh, "What's so good about fucking Xavier?"

"You know I can hear every single word you are saying-"

"That's it, Styles, I'm moving you to a different seat," Mrs Fray snapped causing both Louis and Harry to jump, "This is why I always remind people to keep their relationships out of my classrooms, you get distracted with each other and don't do the intended school work. Go sit next to Mr Adams in the back for the remaining five minutes, Harry."

Harry sighed before standing from his seat, he got his books from on top of the desk and began to make his way to the back of the classroom where Mrs Fray had instructed him to go. Harry wasn't looking up from his feet, not wanting to see that all eyes were in fact on him.

The taller boy slid into his seat, opening up his book and scowling at the back of Louis' head because he just could. Like Zayn had said earlier, he's his own person. At least it was only for a short amount of time. He hadn't realised that Louis and he were that late to class or that it had flown by super fast.

"Relationship, huh?"

Harry's eyes widened at the sound of the voice, head snapping to the owner and almost choking on air. This was so wrong on so many levels.

"Xavier... I didn't know you were in this class," Harry chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Xavier scoffed at him.

"Clearly," Xavier shot back.

"There's more to the story-" Harry began but was interrupted once the bell rang and cut him off successfully. Xavier gave him a forced smile and stood to his feet.

"How about I end the story? Go fuck yourself," Xavier hissed before moving to leave the room. Harry scurried after him in a hurry, he was having to speed walk to even catch up to the boy.

Harry grabbed onto Xavier's hands and spun the brown haired boy around to face him. It was an understatement to say that Xavier looked pissed off. He looked ready to cut somebody. Harry was going to have to tread lightly.

"Please just let me explain," Harry begged in a whisper. There were students beginning to walk past now and were starting to stare at the pair, "It's going to sound crazy but I just need you to listen to me. I'm not that type of person."

"Sure, explain to me why you fucked me last night when you are very much in a relationship?" Xavier raised his eyebrow questioningly. Harry cleared his throat nervously. He was torn between telling Xavier the truth or keeping Louis' secret, "Yeah, didn't think so."

Xavier yanked his hands out of Harry's and pushed past him. Harry felt like a fucking dick. He had gone into this whole thing with Xavier to try to get over what was happening between Louis and him but somehow, it was making him feel worse.

"Are you going to let him tell Xavier?" Zayn questioned from where he and Louis stood. The pair had both witnessed what had just happened with Harry and Xavier. The smaller boy sighed loudly to himself.

"I'm being stupid, aren't I?" Louis wondered. Zayn scoffed loudly.

"You always are."

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