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‘Think you’ve got to find yourself a new bloodbank soon, Louis.’

‘Huh, what do you mean? El still sleeps there. You’ve seen her yourself.

‘Yeah, but have you seen how those lads look at each other? And they’ve barely even met! Not to mention that they’ve both dated birds before.’

‘Mmh.. You’re right. Maybe I can ask Curly over here to replace her, he smells delicous!’

‘Louis.’

‘Come on Liam! You know I was just kidding.’

The sound of a door closing woke Harry up. He sleepily rolled over to see what time it was, thinking he could shut his eyes for a just few more minutes before his alarm clock went off, but when he really noticed what time it was, it was already past 8am, he quickly rolled over almost out of his bed because he was late, very late. Yesterday he’d apparently forgotten to set his alarm. Shit.

A loud laughter startled him. He turned his head to the noise and saw Louis standing with his hands in the pockets of his jeans jacket in the doorway, ready to leave. As Harry crawled out of bed, the blue eyed boy acknowledged his presence by smiling in his direction, crinkled ornating his eyes. That ones mood was even better than last night.

‘So sleepyhead, finally awake I see?’

Harry grunted and rubbed his eyes. ‘Yeah, you could’ve woken me up earlier, though. I actually wanna be on time the first day of school.’

‘I’m sorry! I had thought about doing so, but then I saw you sleep and it looked like you really needed it,’ He gave him an apologizing smile and added, ‘I saved you some cereal, though.’

The thought of cereal immediately drove Harry’s bad mood away. Honey Pops are always a good idea, he thought as he jumped up to grab the spoon and full bowl, milk splashing over the sides.

‘Thanks!’ He gave Louis a half-smile, while munching on his cereal. A few crumbs falling out of his mouth, lucky for him Louis didnt really notice. ‘Sorry for my bad mood. I haven’t gotten enough sleep, ‘cause I’ve woken up in the middle of the night.’

Thinking back about the previous night, he fixed his attention back on Louis. ‘Wait… You were gone. You – Liam’s bed was empty too.’

Louis furrowed his eyebrows, giving him his most confused look, scrunched eyebrows and all that. ‘Uhm. No we were not. I’ve been asleep the whole night, just like Liam.’

‘But I could’ve sworn –wait never mind actually.’ Harry was sure he hadn’t dreamed last night’s events, but it was clear that Louis didn’t want him to know about it. So the more he asked about it now, the more lies Louis would tell. And he didn’t like people being dishonest.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a flushing toilet and Liam walked out of the bathroom. Louis laughed again and Harry couldn’t stop himself from admiring the way how Louis’s blue eyes sparkled like saphires and his tiny teeth appeared together with his smile. The boy surely was utterly beautiful.

‘Well that must’ve been the biggest shit ever, you’ve been in there for ages.’

Liam rolled his eyes as he responded, grabbing his coat to leave the room. ‘Come on Louis, we’ll be late for class. Harry, see you later I guess? Hope you’re still on time, mate!’

They both didn’t waist any time afterwards, leaving immediately. Checking his clock, Harry noticed it was already twentifive past eight. He had to be in class in less than 10 minutes. Cursing loudly, he headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. A bit later he put a dark blue V-neck and black trousers on, a beanie on his still dripping hair. Right before he rushed out of the door, Harry quickly grabbed his bag and timetable.

Luckily he started his day with history, given by none other than Mrs Flack, his favourite teacher from last year. It also helped that she had a sweet spot for Harry, so he probably wouldn’t get a detention from her. After all he was the only one who always paid attention in her class.

The curly haired lad eventually arrived only five minutes late, so the teacher only gave him a warning look before gesturing him to take a seat next to Niall. Her opinion of him surely hadn’t change over the holidays.

His Irish friend smiled sympathetic at him when noticed Harry shove his chair back before plumping in his seat. He immediately laid his head down on the table, trying to get as much rest as possible, his curls blocking his vision.

‘You haven’t gotten that much sleep, I see. Are your roommates that bad? Oh wait, they don’t snore do they?’

Harry opened one eye and peaked through his hair to look at Niall as he groaned. ‘Nah, they actually seem okay. I just had a bad night. Couldn’t sleep and stuff,’ he said tiredly, then he closed his eyes once again. The curly haired lad didn’t mention Louis’s and Liam’s nightly escapade. As Harry didn’t even know their motives himself, he surely didn’t want to bother Niall with it. It wasn’t that important was it? And okay, maybe he didn’t feel like sharing this for some reason, wanting to keep it to himself for a little while.

‘Silence please!’ Mrs Flack shouted and clapped in her hands. Most students in the room stopped their usual banter, focusing on their teacher, but still with an eye on their phone.

‘To be honest as it is the first day of school, I wasn’t really in the mood to prepare this lesson. That means it’s film time!’ The whole class cheered.

‘Yaay indeed,’ she threw her arms in the air, ‘However, this is still a history class, so It’ll be an educative film.’

She ended up putting ‘300’ up, although they had studied the ancient times three years ago. Oh well, at least it wasnt a boring documentary.

Niall brought a packet of crisps out of nowhere and munched happily during the film and Harry, who had seen the movie twice already preferred talking to Niall than watching it once more again, so he attempted to steal a crisp, wanting to gain the blond boy’s attention.

‘Oi, get your own food!’ Niall shouted, while holding the packet next to his heart out of Harry’s reach. He pouted but then turned his gaze to the screen again, making Harry to use other ways to get his attention.

‘So how are things with Josh? Already talked to him?’ Fortunately for Harry,Niall focused his attention once again back to his friend to beamed at him. His braces fully exposed

‘Yes, actually! He saw my guitar and asked me if I played. I immediately said that yeah, I do. He then wanted to know if I could play ‘The A team’ by Ed Sheeran, which I can. So I did and afterwards he begged me to teach him,’ Niall rambled with twinkling eyes. He let a happy sigh and twiddled with the zipper of his jumper. ‘He’s so perfect and he smelled really good when he sat next to me. ’

Harry chuckled, nudging Niall playfully in his ribs, ‘You’re a lovestruck fool, you know.’ The Irish lad squeaked, but other than that didn’t try to deny it.

‘But I’m happy for you,’ Harry’s humorously demeanour ebbed away, being replaced by a much more serious air. He looked Niall in the eye to show his sincerity, ‘If he makes you happy, than I hope it’s going to work out. You deserve someone nice.’

‘Aw, Harry! That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said!’ Niall dramatically sobbed, pretending to wipe tears away. The boy just didnt handle deep talking well, making a joke out of everything.

Shortly after he started to stare vacantly at the wall, nibbling slowly on his last crisp, his mood changed once again. ‘But actually we probably won’t end up together. I mean I don’t even know if he’s into blokes. Besides that, have you seen him and have you seen me. He’s perfect! Josh’s tall, handsome, funny, and he has the prettiest brown eyes ever. Then there’s me, the weird, Irish kid with dyed hair and braces for crying out loud!’ He crumpled his empty packet and threw it at the garbage bin in the back of the classroom. Niall missed and groaned desperately. ‘I’m not even able to throw a bloody thing in the bin, how am I going to make Josh date me?’

The Cheshire native patted his hair. ‘There, there. Niall, you’re way too hard for yourself! You are one of the best friends a guy could wish for. I’m serious, you always manage to cheer me up and you are one of the sweetest, kindest, most honest lad I’ve ever met. If Josh won’t like you –what I doubt –than it’s his lose, not yours.’

‘Thank you Harry, I love you too!’ Niall threw his arms around Harry to hug him. The gesture of affection was instantly returned by the curly haired lad as he burrowed his head in Niall’s shoulder, holding him closely. Their friendship never had many boundaries. In contrast with Zayn, who wasn’t really a touchy man, Niall and harry weren’t really afraid to hug each other every once in a while or tell them they loved each other. All platonic of course, they had never dated or kissed and never would even though they both like guys (and girls according to Niall, or trans he didnt really matter. As long as there was a connection), it was just how their friendship worked.

Their embrace was interrupted by the ringing of the bell, indicating the ending of the first lesson of the new year. People shoved their seats backwards and grabbed their bag, all trying to leave the classroom at the same time.

‘So what do you have next?’ Harry asked when they finally were outside.

‘Chemistry, what about you?’

‘Psychology with that new teacher, Mr Murs or something.’

‘Well, I guess I’ll talk to you later, mate,’ Niall saluted and tramped through the hallway, leaving his friend behind. Harry headed sluggish to the stairs set in right wing although room 220 was situated in the left wing. He wanted to take a detour, so he would waste less time in the crammed classroom.

The teacher was still waiting in the doorstep with a big grin when Harry finally arived. The lad surely was excited to start teaching. As Harry entered the classroom he immediately spotted Louis, his roommate, sitting at the back and staring at the ceiling while everybody else was chattering around him. It was like he didnt even acknowledged the commotion surrounding him.

The teacher closed the door after him and requested the class for silence.

‘I suggest you all to stand up again,’ he smiled, ‘cause in this psychology class I don’t want you to sit next to your friends. To make it easier, you are going to sit alphabetically.’ The whole class grunted of disapproval, but got up nevertheless.

‘Alright,’ Mr Murs continued, ‘Holly Anderson next to Ivy Brown in the front, than David Byrne and Lisa Douglas… Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, Laura Walker next to Lucas Wright in the right corner at the back,’ he finished his list and gestured everyone to take a seat.

‘Hi Curly, looks like you’re stuck with me this year!’ Louis showed him his characteristic smirk, plopping down into the brown, wooden chair. His knee accidentally brushed past Harry’s, instantly causing his cheeks to turn red and sending a bolt of lightning through his body. God, what was happening. The taller lad subtly tried to withdraw his leg, but failed miserably, gaining a wink from the blue eyed lad for it.

Psychology would definitely be interesting this time.