《Two Dimensions (Larry Stylinson)》One
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Harry's POV
What I craved in life was love. I had had relationships before, I'd had crushes sure, but all those had been temporary, fleeting even.
I knew that high school was coming to a close, I knew that I would inevitably end up living in an apartment alone, practically living off of my dad's costco membership.
You see, love was different from a crush, well actually... Maybe it wasn't, I guess I was going by that fluttery feeling you get when you're watching a romance movie, I'd like to think that love was that, but all the time. I had always wondered if that feeling of love one has for their family is anything akin to love for a romantic partner, because I think... Even if love wasn't fluttery all the time, and it was just that constant, comforting affection, I wanted it.
I wanted not just for someone to love me, I wanted to truly and completely love someone back, even if it ended in a broken heart, I wanted just for a little while to know what it felt like to be in love.
It was the first day of my senior year, and I hadn't even signed up for my classes yet. See, we had just moved into town, moving truck was still being unloaded. New year, new school, as my dad liked to say. This was something we did every year. Pack up at the end of every year, pick some obscure town at least two thousand miles away, and just move. I think it was because my parents had never had much opportunity to travel when they were in highschool, and them being freelancers, a writer and a photographer... Well, they didn't give Gemma and I much of a choice.
First thing in the morning I woke up, showered, got dressed, decided against what I was wearing and got dressed again, then ran downstairs, grabbed a bite to eat, and hopped in the car with my mom to get to the guidance counselor.
"So, you still need a math credit, a science credit, history, english, aaand language to graduate. Anything you're particularly interest in?"
"What is there?"
"Well... Let me see. Okay, so for english we have advanced, AP, film studies..." She listed off several classes in each category and I ended up just choosing whichever sounded easiest.
"Give me one moment" She printed my schedule, walking over to grab the paper "Here you go"
"So I start today? Just like that?"
"Just like that"
I stood, and left the room, looking at my schedule and comparing it to the map she'd handed me earlier.
"D101, where the hell is the D building?" I flipped the map before slowly making my way in what I thought was the general direction of the building"
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"Hey, need a little help there?" A soft with an Irish accent came from behind me, I turned to see a teenage boy with blond hair and nice eyes approaching me. I tried fitting him into a category. He wasn't one of those guys who wears their pants below there knees and smokes weed behind the school. He wasn't one of those guys who always wore their team uniform, he wasn't a nerd with plaid shorts and funny glasses. He was probably a drama kid, or maybe one of the artsy musician types? Or both even.
"You okay?" He waved his hand in front of my face "I'm Niall, do you need help with finding your class?"
"Yes!" I said, thankful for his offer "Where the hell is D building? I don't even know what building I'm in now?"
"You new? Freshman?"
"No, no, I'm a senior, I transfered from another school"
"Oh, okay, well we're in the A building now, B building is through there, C building past that, and D building is that way, take a left, down some stairs, another left, through a couple doors and shit, and then you're there. Actually, why don't I just show you? I have class in D101 anyway."
"Oh wait, same"
"Great, makes my job easier" He laughed
I followed Niall past a group of what I could only guess were unpassionate jocks. We made our way slowly to the D building, by that point I was out of breath and trying to steady it just made my breathing sound weird, so I got by with gulping in air and letting it out in small puffs. Trying to not give away the fact that I was out of breath.
We got to the classroom, class had already begun.
"Since it's the first day why don't you have a seat, next time you will have to bring a note, and if you don't get the note beforehand from the office, I will make you leave class to get one. Alright, I'll take attendance now."
"Andrews, Carson, Garner" A chorus of "Here"s followed every name. I droned out until I heard a resounding "Styles"
"Here" I said, snapping out of my daze.
"Tomlinson" The teacher continued.
She finished after a minute or two and began to discuss the syllabus for the year. I hadn't even looked around the room yet, so I did. Immediately I picked out three nerds, a couple cheerleaders, four passionate jocks, one unpassionate jock, six drama kids, and three musician types, the only person I couldn't see was whoever was directly behind me, I didn't want to risk getting weird looks by turning all the way around in my seat to look at the kid, so I told myself I would look later, after class. If you haven't noticed I have a bit of a weird obsession with sociology and classification of people, fitting people into their stereotypes, their archetypes, and high schoolers were the most fascinating because just from the way they acted, and dressed, down to their hair, and their small mannerism, you could pretty much tell the types apart immediately. With adults it was more difficult, everyone had a life that they had to dress for, be it a job, or a party, everyone would just dress up and show up.
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At the end of class the teacher assigned a short essay and that was it, time to attend another emotionally draining class. I stood up and grabbed my bag from the floor, turning around for a glimpse of the kid behind me. I stopped.The boy was shorter than me, pretty eyes and short feathery brown hair, a small frown played on his lips. Now, usually my first goal when seeing a person was to classify them then move on, and yet my brain just seemed frozen, as if I was unable to wrap my head around this guy, besides the fact that he was really fucking pretty. I shook it off and left the room, Niall ran to catch up.
"Where's your next class?" He asked
I pulled out my schedule, flipping it before reading out "C302"
"I have that too, let's walk together"
"Niall? Who was that guy sitting behind us?"
"Which one? Short stature, big personality? Varsity jacket?"
Passionate jock, had to be, I hadn't even noticed the jacket. "Yeah, that one"
"That's Louis Tomlinson, he's super popular, really nice. Got held back a grade two years ago, so he's a bit older"
"Why was he held back?"
"He flunked some of his classes after his girlfriend passed away, he missed a lot of school... Everyone felt really bad for him except the teachers"
"Oh, that's really heavy, I was expecting bad grades, not childhood trauma"
"No, he's really good at school, gets amazing grades most of the time" Was Louis a nerd? "He's also a really good musician, and he's in drama club"
Passionate Jock, Nerd, Drama kid, Musician? Which was he? How many things did he do?
"What else does he do?"
"He's captain of the football team, I guess you could probably tell that from the jacket."
"So what is he?"
"What do you mean?"
"What is his classification? His clique?"
"I mean, he sort of hangs out with whoever happens to be there... I mean he does everything."
I shook my head, we had reached the C building.
Math class... We were on time and entered the room quietly, finding a couple of open desks, Niall sat on one side, and the other side was empty. Class started.
"Alright, let me take attendance."
"Annie Cartwright, Gary Edmonds, Elizabeth Gainer, Niall Horan" Again I droned out as the teacher read off the names.
"Harry Styles"
"Present"
"Louis Tomlinson"
I listened for his response, didn't hear it, then looked around to find that he wasn't in the classroom. My mind drifted to where he could possibly be. The perfect boy, skipping class? Or maybe he was just late?
Louis didn't show up to class. Nor did he show up to the next one... In fact, I didn't see him at all for the rest of the day.
Niall and I had most of our classes together, I was glad since we got along well, he was very informative, and funny, and hungry it seemed. I had given him every snack I had throughout the course of the day, granola bars, fruit, chips... What a funny kid.
I went home with a smile on my face, sure the classes were boring, but I had made a friend, and found an unclassifiable teenage boy, something that I had never come across before, and all in all I had a good day. That night after dinner I went upstairs, my room was unfamiliar and strange, my bed tucked against one wall, mattress tucked against the other, my desk, and several boxes was all that occupied it. It was bigger than my last bedroom, it even had its own bathroom, our last house we'd had one bathroom, downstairs to share, and now we had three in one house...
I dragged my mattress across the room, flipping it carefully onto my bed frame, then dug around in the boxes until I found a set of sheets and a couple blankets. Making my bed I flopped onto it, before getting up, pulling my personal notebook from out of my school bag and opening it.
"Louis Tomlinson" I muttered as I wrote it down at the top of the page. Underneath the name I made a bulleted list, and began to fill it out. I thought back to those brief moments that I had actually looked at the guy. "Captain of the football team..." My pen was running out so I scribbled at the top of the page until the colour returned. "Theater kid, Musically talented, Good grades..." I thought for a minute back to his physical characteristics "Short, brown hair, pretty eyes" I looked, startled at the page, crossing out "pretty" multiple times until you couldn't tell what word it had been, why had I written that? I jotted down "Blue" next to "Eyes" I closed the notebook, shoving it into one of my desk drawers.
I undressed and got under the covers, looking up at the ceiling. In my last house I'd had a sprinkle of glow in the dark stars plastered above me when I slept, I missed them. I fell asleep thinking about plastic stars and pretty blue eyes.
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