Monday morning. As if that isn't bad enough, it's also harrys first day at his new school.

He already turned off 3 of his alarms, hoping that he can stay in bed and avoid meeting new people

The thought of it scares him. He doesn't even want to think about what they could do to him.

Half asleep, he can hear his door open. It's his mom. Of course she would wake him up.

"Harry, get up, otherwise you'll be late!"

Thats not his intention. He doesn't want to go at all.

"I'm tired..."

"then maybe you should go to bed earlier. Get up, and don't you dare to talk back. I'll drive you"

He doesn't have a chance against his mom. She is a very lovely person, but don't try to mess with her

She leaves his room, and Harry gets out of his bed, running his hand trough his soft curls

He takes a look at the time, he still has 45 minutes left. Anne shouldn't be stressing him so much.

There is still much time left, so he decides to take a quick shower.

Standing under the shower, and turning the water on, harry flinches away as the water touches his wrist.

His wrist with a fresh deep cut.

He hurrys with washing his hair and body, steps out of the shower.

With a towel on his hips he's standing in front of his closet, thinking about what he could wear

maybe he should try to make a good impression. maybe it won't be as bad as at his old school. It's worth a try.

A black pair of jeans and a white tshirt. It's casual, but doesn't look bad.

He rubs his curls dry with a towel, and is almost ready to go. He just needs to find something to cover up the cut with.

a leather bracelet would work.

he doesnt even take one last look at himself in the mirror. he just can't.

With his bag on his shoulder he goes down the stairs into the kitchen, where his mom is already waiting.

"im ready, we can go now, mom"

"don't you want any breakfast?"

"I'll just eat something at school. We need to hurry"

He wont. And he knows that. But Anne doesn't. And she doesn't need to

"Alright, let's go then"

"you'll have to take the bus after school, can't pick you up. Have fun, see you later!" she waves at him one last time as she drives away.

Now there he is. Standing in front of a big school, hoping that this isn't hell.

With one last breath, he enters the building, looking for the office.

Asking people for the way isn't an option. He rather walks around for hours than talk to someone.

But luckily he finds it after less than 5 minutes.

the door is open, so he just enters the room.

"uhm..hi", he says quietly, the lady behind the computer looking up

"Good morning, what can I do for you?"

"my-my name is Harry. Harry Styles. I'm the new sudent"

"alright, let me see..."

she types something in the computer, makes a few clicks and prints something out.

"Here ya go. Thats your time table, you'll get your books romorrow at 12am. Anything else you need?"

"n-no thanks. bye"

that was kind of a torture.

now he just needs to find room 128. It could be at the first floor, so why not look there first?

While walking up the stairs, he takes a look on his time table. His first lesson is English, could be worse.

Suprisingly room 128 is indeed on the first floor.

The door is open, should he just walk in? Wouldn't that be weird?

He Can see the teacher sitting at the teachers desk, so he decides to just enter the room.

As he enters the room, everyone looks at him. That's not good. not at all.

"good morning, you must be the new student. I'm Mrs. Smith, welcome"

"hi..."

"Do you want to introduce yourself?"

"Uhm, yeah I guess"

What is he supposed to say?

just don't say something stupid

he thinks

"Hey, my name is Harry styles, I'm 16, and that's basically it"

laughter. he hears laughter. But they all have a greeting look on their faces, maybe it's not going to be as bad as he thought.

"There is still a free seat in the last row next to Louis, sit down please"

he's looking at the last row. There is sitting a boy with brown hair and beautiful eyes. Exactly harrys type, but he shouldn't get his hopes up too high

He puts his bag on the floor, sits down next to the boy, who must be Louis. Louis. That's a beautiful name.

"Hey, my name's Louis, nice to meet you", he says with a big smile, reaches harry his hand

"hey...nice to meet you too"

Harry shakes the boys hand, not knowing if he can trust him that easily.

"Did someone already show you the school? If not, I could. Just if you want to, of course"

Louis is still smiling, waiting for an answer

"no thanks"

"okay, if you change your mind, just ask me"

No reaction from harry. The fact that someone is nice to him just doesn't seem right

"You're not very talkative, are you?", louis laughs, trying to get the curly boys attention.

"I just want to follow the lesson"

"alrighty"

Harry doesn't want to ignore louis, he simply doesn't know how to act

Inconspicuously, he tries to look at the boy

He's cute, not gonna lie. His eyes have this special shade of blue, his skin looks soft and beautiful.

But still, he doesn't want to trust him just because he's pretty.

"Are you done looking at me?", louis asks, smiling and laughing, looking up from his sheet at Harry

"I wasn't looking at you", he mumbles

"yeah, sure thing" he looks at harry, noticing his leather bracelet

"that's a nice bracelet, where'd you get that?"

"my mom gave it to me a while ago"

"can I take a closer look?"

Well, shit

"no, sorry. The leather is very sensitive"

that's a bad lie, isn't it?

"alright, I understand that" for a few seconds there is silence between the boys again, until louis starts talking again

"Are you sure you don't want me to show you around? The school is huge an-"

"no, thanks. And you don't have to pretend you're interested in being friends with me. You'll end up hating me anyways"

"you don't know that"

"I do"

"you'll see"

He doesn't want him to pretend

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