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Louis was bored, exhausted, and quite frankly freezing to death.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. It was pouring it down like the sky was trying to drown him personally. Of-fucking-course it was.
He scoffed.
“Come on lad. What´s wrong?” Niall brought his hand down on Louis' back smiling beaming like the fucking sun itself. Of course, he was smiling. Niall was always fucking smiling.
He had been Louis' best friend since kindergarten and he had been a fucking ray of sunshine ever since. Louis was quite annoyed by it. He also couldn’t imagine his life without him.
“I stayed up all night, to study for this bloody math test. And now I´m standing in the pouring rain waiting for those idiots.
The fucking audacity to be late on the first day already.” He groaned.
He and Niall were standing outside of their school waiting for the two new students they had promised to show to their classrooms.
It had been 15 minutes since the first bell had indicated the start of the school day.
No, actually... Louis glanced at his watch angrily- 16 minutes.
“It´s not that bad, Lou,” Niall answered with a tiny smile on his face, but judging from his crossed arms and the fact that he had been extraordinarily quiet these past 16 minutes (normally Niall talked like a waterfall, the words just bubbling out of him, no filter and no end in sight), he was also fucking freezing.
“Besides, it don't kill you to be a little late for English.”
It might just. “I'm never late, Niall!” Louis complained, pouting, “And I'm student-fucking-president. I´m supposed to set a good example.”
“Well, then you could start by turning down the cussing a bit.” Niall chuckled.
Louis was just about to cuss him out when a car drove onto the school parking lot.
A Mercedes. Of-fucking-course. Rich bastards never had the decency to show up on time. They were just too fucking pristine for things like punctuality. Louis could already tell that he would strongly dislike these new students.
“Finally,” he groaned and Niall agreed with a nod.
Louis could have sworn they got out of the car extra slowly, just to annoy him. And then they grabbed their fucking backpacks from the backseats in what seemed like slow motion - whilst Louis was getting drenched here. He already despised them and their (probably) designer backpacks from (probably) Gucci or something.
Hadn´t Louis been so fucking preoccupied with despising them, he might have noticed how fucking gorgeous both of these boys were, especially the taller one. He might have noticed how his art-like chocolate brown curls bounced with every step, how broad but lean at the same time his figure seemed to be and how his face could have been described as angelic perfection.
But you know, seeing as he was busy disliking them, he definitely did not notice any of those things.
Like at all.
He cleared his throat with a little cough. Niall gave him a funny side look, which Louis wasn’t quite able to read. But he couldn’t give it any further thought because now the two gorgeous boys had reached them. When Louis was finally able to look away from the big emerald green eyes of the tall boy (one of them brutally overshadowed by a violently fresh and painful-looking black eye), he noticed that the smaller one had olive skin, black hair that looked like it was made out of silk and gorgeous but kind brown eyes. Actually, Louis thought it should be illegal for people to look that good. (Also, did the taller one get in a fight?) (Also, also, Louis still strongly disliked them)
The two of them were staring at Niall and Louis expectantly.
Right. This would probably be a good time to introduce themselves.
“Hi, welcome” Louis started with an awkward wave, “I´m Louis Tomlinson, this is Niall Horan. I´m the student president here… eh yeah… We were supposed to show you around a bit, but seeing as it is already quite late, we gotta get you right to class.” Louis tried his hardest to sound enthusiastic and welcoming.
“Yeah right…” The tall boy said lazily. His voice was deep and socked in boredom.
And then he actually dared to roll his eyes at Louis.
Louis shot him a furious look.
The tall boy glared right back, his green eyes flashing dangerously. Tension was filling the air.
But Louis did not back down.
Ex-fucking-cuse him. He had waited nearly 20 minutes for these bastards.
When he was just about to say something (probably not that nice), the smaller guy started talking.
“Hey, nice to meet you. I´m Zayn Malik and this is Harry Styles. We are really sorry that we´re late. We could maybe postpone the tour till lunch break or something?” He nudged Harry with his elbow. Harry only sighed, already bored again, he looked the other way.
“Right…” it was Niall talking, a shaky smile on his face. “Nice to meet you too. Not a worry. We´ll give you the tour later. So, I´ve got history now, and according to this schedule” Niall fished a crumbled piece of paper out of his backpack, “Zayn, you´ve got history too. We can walk together if you want?” He offered with a winning smile.
“Sure thing, mate,” Zayn answered smiling back and the two of them headed towards the school. Louis hated how fucking good Niall could just get along with literally anyone.
He also hated how he was stuck with bored-to-death-gorgeous Harry Styles, who was currently checking out his nails, completely ignoring Louis.
One does not just ignore Louis fucking Tomlinson!
Oh, how much he hated him already!
Oh, how he wished to scream in his fucking pretty face.
Instead, he also got the schedules out of his backpack (pristinely folded, without a crinkle in sight, thank you very much) and identified that Harry was up for English first period, just like him. Fun-fucking-tastic.
“We´ve got English with Mr. Anderson.” Louis offered. Harry didn’t even look up from his nails, so Louis started walking. He could tell that Harry wasn’t following him so he stopped and turned around.
“Are you coming?” he offered semi-friendly.
“Chile out, lad.” Harry rolled his eyes again, still not looking at Louis, getting something out of his pocket.
When Louis saw what he was doing his mouth dropped open. Harry was just standing there as if he had all the time in the world lighting himself a fucking cigarette.
A fucking cigarette on school property! Right in front of the main entrance?!
“Are you kidding me?!” Louis´ voice sounded higher than he anticipated. He desperately tried to stay calm.
Harry turned the pack toward him, offering. Louis shook his head determinedly. Harry just shrugged his shoulders, as if to say your loss.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Louis repeated, closing the distance between him and Harry. From that close the black eye looked even more painful, the purple standing out violently against his fair skin.
“Right in front of the school? You cannot be serious!” Louis hissed in the taller boy´s face.
Who just shrugged and rolled his eyes at Louis again.
“What are they going to do? Expel me before my first day even started?” Harry scoffed. He then inhaled deeply, the tip of the cigarette glowing bright red.
Then he blew the smoke right into Louis´ face.
Right. in. his. fucking. face.
Louis started coughing and scrunching up his nose which made the other boy smirk maliciously.
Louis nearly exploded.
Instead, he ripped the cigarette right out of the smirking bastard's hand (satisfyingly ripping of his smirk as well) and tossed it to the ground before violently stomping on it.
Harry glared at him as if he wanted to kill him. Louis glared right back.
“What the fuck did you just do, Tomlinson?!”
“I stopped you from getting us both expelled, Styles. Unlike you, I haven´t gotten a rich daddy who can bribe me to graduation. Some people actually have to work for what they have and cannot just do whatever the fuck they want!” He threw an extra disgusted look at the (in fact) Gucci backpack.
Harry seemed to be boiling.
“Shut the fuck up! You don´t know shit about me!” he was breathing heavily, “I swear I´m going to-“
“Going to what? Mhm?!” Louis interrupted him. He had had enough. “Oh, I do know guys like you! You just come here acting like everybody will just scoot over and praise you on their knees because you have a pretty face and a rich daddy. While you act like a fucking idiot and treat everybody like shit. Well, guess what?! I´m not impressed.”
“You sound rather jealous for someone who is not impressed” Harry sneered back, “Oh look at me I´m Louis Tomlinson, student president and so fucking important.” He spat out the words.
“Be careful of what you fucking say or that ugly black eye of yours is going to get some company.” Louis was fucking furious. Nobody had got his blood boiling like this in ages.
He had his hands clenched to fists. His heart rate was through the roof hammering in his chest.
He needed to calm the fuck down. Or he would just punch Harry fucking Styles right in the face, right here right now, and might after all be getting himself expelled.
So he took a deep breath.
And then another one. He could feel his heart slowing down.
This guy just seemed to be getting under his fucking skin. But Louis was able to swallow his blind rage and breathe again.
So he sighed in resignation and began to raise his hands up.
Harry had been staring at him aggressively. Pure fire seeming to radiate from his flaming eyes and his entire body stance wide and confident. Curles swirling wildly all around his face making him look like a fucking lion ready to attack. All of that changed within the blink of an eye when Louis raised his arms.
Harry flinched so hard it actually looked painful. His entire body just seemed to tense in alarm, his arms flying in front of his face, head ducking automatically. There was a look on his face, which Louis wouldn’t be able to get out of his head for a long time. Harry's eyes were filled with such horror and panic, with so much pure pain it was beyond Louis´ grasping.
Louis took a step back gasping, arms still raised in surrender.
Harry completely froze when he realized what Louis had been doing raising his hands.
Slowly he stood back up straight, swallowing hard. The expression on his face was unreadable. Green eyes now glinting like ice deflecting every feeling and closing him of, leaving only a hard, cold shell.
“What's wrong?! You coming loser?” he stormed by Louis bumping into his shoulder making for the entrance. And within the blink of an eye, Louis was back to wanting to kill him.