You and I, we don't make sense
Chapter 2: You and I, we don’t make sense
Harry waltzed into the classroom with his usual posse following closely behind him. As he enters the room he feels all eyes turn to him, as they usually do. But one set of eyes catch his attention. Right in front of him are a set of deep, piercing blue eyes. Suddenly Harry felt like he was gasping for air, gazing into his eyes was like falling into the sky and plunging into the deepest depths of the ocean all in one. And then he blinked. And the trance was broken. Harry quickly shook out of his immersion of this strange boy’s eyes, what was he fucking gay or something? No, no he wasn’t.
“Lads, what are we doing over here talking to these twats” Harry exclaims pointedly at niall and liam. But even trying his best Harry couldn’t help but look back at the mysterious boy and attempt to get lost in those sapphires once again.
“arry have you met Lewis here? He's like a ninja, this one. I didn't even realise he was here for half the conversation!” Niall babbled
“Um, it's pronounced lou-eh actually” the boy mumbled
“I don’t fucking care what his name is niall lets go to our seat and away from these losers, you too liam cmon”. But as he left the table with the mysterious boy he couldn’t help but whisper out his name, feeling how it sounded on his tongue.
The rest of the class was boring, as expected. Professor Everett went on and on about celestial bodies or something of that regard, but it appeared that Harry was the biggest and brightest star in this class. His usual jokes were landing today, and he had all the girls (and some boys) swooning for him. However one not so usual thing about this particular class was again the mysterious boy, who he’s now come to know as louis.The boy was crazy smart, putting his hand up for every single question and merlin, getting every single one right. Harry wouldn’t say he was stunned, he was never stunned. He’d say surprised was a better term. And it’s not often people surprise him. He was intrigued by the boy who was he, where did he come from, and why was he hanging out with a loser like zayn malik? As much as he would like to find out, who was he, Harry Styles, dazzling starlet of school to be seen and associated with such a person?
“Hey harry are we meeting up after school or what” liam asked
“Nah sorry can’t i’m meeting Seraphina, we’re probably gonna try and sneak out to the forbidden forest or something”
This caused raised eyebrows from both boys.
“Seraphina? Again? Merlin, that’s like the third time this week Harry, is she your girlfriend or something?” niall quipped
“Fuck no, you know i don’t do commitment,” harry pauses, shivering at the thought “I don’t know she’s chill, we’re probably just gonna make our or something”
“Alright mate whatever you say”
Class ends and Harry bolts out the door, but as he’s speeding off he runs into someone's back.
“Fuck, watch where you’re going dickhead” he cursed
“Me? Watch where you’re fucking going, fucking hell where do you possibly need to be in such a hurry you twat” a familiar voice snapped back
“Get the fuck out of my way zayn, i’ll fight you right fucking here” harry began to step closer and closer to zayn, rolling up the sleeves of his robe, as if preparing for a fight.
“Oi fuck off mate! Who the fuck do you think you are, I know you think you’ve got this cool popular act going on but it’s fucking pathetic and anyone could see through it.”
Harry could feel his blood boiling, his blood pressure rising. He knew his face was turning red and his hands were now locked in fists. He turned around to see who dared to speak to him in this way and have a swing at them.
Oh
It was the blue eyed boy.
Harry felt a new wave of rage crash over him, who was this person to speak to him this way? This- this - this nobody! This was Harry's turf, Harry's school, and this kid, who knew no one, who had nothing thought it was a good idea to insult him in this way? And to think Harry thought so kindly of him. At this revelation Harry turned his attention away from Zayn and towards Louis, everytime he would come closer Louis would back up two steps, until they were pressed up against a wall. Their foreheads were nearly touching, he could feel Louis's hot breath mixing with his and he looked down onto his still glistening blue eyes. Which he now saw nothing in but just that, blue.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are mate, but I’m the boss around here, my family is one of the most powerful families in the fucking wizarding world, and what are you a fucking povo bitch. If anyone here is pathetic its you, look at you you’re fucking second hand robes and your lousy notebooks.”
He took a second to breath
“Don’t fucking cross me again lewis or else”
Then he stepped back. And turned to leave, feeling victorious of the situation.
“Or else what?”
He stopped dead in his tracks, was this really happening?
“What did you say?”
He turned around and he was once again face to face with Louis, however it felt that this time he was not the one in control.
“I said or else w h a t ? What are you gonna do call mummy and daddy one me, oh noooo im so scared!!! You’re just a loser with a tiny dick who clearly didn’t get hugged enough by his parents.”
Harry laughed at that statement. He audibly laughed. He could give Louis a long list of references defaming that fact, but it wasn’t worth it. Clearly Louis wasn’t as smart as Harry initially thought.
“Fuck off, don’t ever talk to me or my friends again” he spit at Louis. And with that Harry left, Liam and Niall following closely behind.
Louis Tomlinson ay? He was gonna be trouble.