You and I, what a combination
Chapter 4: You and I, what a combination
As Harry was storming off he noticed that everyone’s eyes were faced in the same direction, but this time they weren't towards him. Everyone was looking at Louis. And the fucked up thing is, Harry couldn’t even blame them. He too had been mystified by the boy, he too if given the chance would choose to sit and stare at him, for reasons unknown to him. What was so magnetic about Louis that kept urging Harry to notice him? And how could Harry make it stop?
“Harry stop walking so quickly!” Liam shouted out of breath, apparently from trying to keep up with Harry's long and forceful strides.
“Yeah mate we’re dying here, you know that me and Liam don’t get much exercise” niall chipped in
“Can you both fuck off I need to be alone right now” Harry scowled
“Oh boohoo you big baby, lets go punch a wall or something” niall continued
Harry didn’t even respond, he continued speed walking towards the hallway, through the staircase and out into the courtyard. He felt like he could breathe again. The crisp autumn air flowing through his lungs. He took deep breaths in and noticed the steam that would materialise as he blew out. He decided to stop looking like an idiot just standing and breathing and started walking around the courtyard. Harry always loved this time of year, where the trees would drop all the weight they were carrying for the past year and start anew. That they could prove that even from their ugliest they could grow back into beautiful, full, green products of nature. As he continued his now peaceful stroll his eyes caught the most beautiful tree in the whole courtyard. He had never noticed it before, he doesn’t know how, but he never had. It was much larger than all the other trees and its colours much richer, as he came closer to grab a closer look he noticed two individuals underneath the tree. Harry knows it’s wrong to listen in on a stranger's conversation, but honestly he doesn’t really care. As he listened in he caught wind of an honestly fucking depressing conversation.
“Did you have many friends back where you went to school? Girlfriends? Boyfriends even?”
Louis let out a pained chuckle
“Nah nah never”
“Which one, boyfriends or girlfriends?”
“friends.”
“Oh”
Wait. Harry had heard these voices before? Of fucking course. Out of everyone in the whole school out of all the places he could be Louis was here. How had he even gotten here so quickly? Fucking weirdo. Harry couldn’t help the curiosity that overtook him as he continued to listen in to their conversation, he decided to hide between a tree so it wouldn’t be too obvious that he was spying. Actually, no. Harry wasn’t spying, he was just enjoying mother nature, something available to everyone. And if someone were to be here having a particularly loud conversation, well what was Harry meant to do? Cut off his ears? He needs those to study! As Harry zoned back into the conversation he noticed a change of tone between the two boys.
“Shit I’ve got to go!”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If zayn left now he’d definitely see Harry. He had to think fast. Harry’s eyes zeroed in on a tree towards the back outfit's large oak counterpart, if he moved behind there he would be out of sight from zayn, however he ran the risk of Louis catching him later on. He decided to take the risk, quickly scurrying to the alternative tree. He let out a sigh of relief as zayn left and he remained unnoticed. Harry tried to get another glimpse of the blue eyed boy. What kind of fucking loser would just be out here by themselves once their friends left? Present company excluded of course. But as he leaned forward to sneak a peak he tripped over his robe and fell smack down on the ground. He felt like he was watching it in slow motion, like he was outside of his body, watching on the movie screen seconds before the main character was going to get killed by the serial killer. But as he always does harry got a hold of himself at just the right time and pulled out his wand quickly whispering the incantation for the disillusionment charm and rendering himself invisible.
He dare not move as the head of brown quickly turned in his direction. The piercing blue eyes scanning the area. In the midst of it all Harry made eye contact with the boy. Sure, he didn’t know he was technically making eye contact with Harry but it was all the same. Harry felt a rush of electricity run through him like he had never felt before and he caught himself wondering if Louis felt the same way, subconsciously if anything. At last he turned back around and Harry let out the breath of air he hadn’t even known he had been holding in. He quickly got up and paced to his dorm to avoid any similar such accidents occurring.
As he entered the dormitory he couldn’t help pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, fuck he needed to sit down. But everytime he sat down he would have the urge to get back up and pace to and fro again. What was happening to him? Who was this boy that had such an effect on him? And what was this effect? It was hate, definitely. Harry had never felt a hate so intense, it felt like it was crawling all over his skin and controlling his every decision. Like his eyes were glazed over every time he was in the area. He needed to stay as far away from him as possible. Fuck maybe his dad could get him expelled. No, no he shouldn’t do that. I mean, maybe? Harry’s train of thought was broken by something pecking on his window, it was an owl carrying a letter. Harry took the letter and sent the owl on its way with a pet, as he unravelled it he recognized Seraphina’s handwriting and felt a deep regret settling in his stomach. In his fit of rage he forgot that he was meant to meet up with her. Her letter read extremely angry, but what was he to do? He couldn’t change the past, she’d just have to deal with it.
Collapsing back onto his bed he felt himself start to drift in and out of consciousness, his eyelids becoming heavy. But everytime he began to close them, a certain shade of blue would appear. This devil, demon, voldemort's child was inhibiting his dreams now! But Harry really couldn't bring himself to care.
The next day Harry felt replenished, refreshed and ready to take the world by storm. That was of course until potions. Fucking snape, this fucking school, this fucking world.
“As you may have noticed we have a new student in this classss,” professor snape droned “and as such he will need some assistance catching up to the required work standards, any voulenteersss?”
And of course Harry had to be talking at this very moment, rotten luck.
“Ah Mr Styles, as you seem so keen on exercising that mouth of yours why don’t you utilise it to tutor mr tomlinson here”
He could feel his jaw fall open, no way this was happening. But also, tomlinson? This was his first time hearing Louis’ last name. Tomlinson huh? Had a nice ring to it. Fuck what was he thinking. He turned to look at Louis and saw that his eyes held the same caught in headlights expression that he must have, he looked rigid as a stick, like if you were to poke him right now he would fall right off his chair.
Snape continued “I think two weeks should suffice to catch mr tomlinson up to speed, does that sound acceptable to you mr tomlinson?”
He could hear Louis gulp. “Yes sir”
“Very well then go and sit together”
Harry could hear liam and niall giggling beside him, the fucking wankers that had got him into this mess in the first place.
“What a combination” they choked out
What a combination indeed.