Teenage Dirtbag (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 27

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Harry’s POV:

            The teachers and rest of the class had finally returned from their outing, and released us from what I call the prison. They told us to stay in our rooms until we are called down for dinner, so that’s what we did. Zayn, Louis, Niall, and I went to our room while Liam went to his room with his own room mates. As we walked into the room, I watched as Louis plopped down on his and I’s shared bed as Zayn and Niall started watching some TV.

            I walked over to my best mate, sitting down next to him. He had been acting strange lately, not his usual cheery self. Instead, he was a bit grumpy, and I needed to know why. “Are you alright, mate?” I ask him quietly.

            Louis looks at me, a sigh escaping his lips. “Just a bit frustrated.”

            I raise an eyebrow. “About what?” I ask him.

            He stays quiet, running his fingers through his hair as I wait patiently for him to speak. “I want Eleanor.”

            I was a bit taken aback by his statement, and I looked at him, confused. “And what’s frustrating about that?” I ask.

            He shrugs. “I don’t know how to do it. She’s a smart, innocent girl and well, I’m anything but that.”

            I chuckle. “Louis, you have one of the highest grades in our school,” I remind him. “And who cares about innocence? We’re guys; we fight, we get drunk, we get over it.”

            Louis looks at me, his blue-green eyes lacing with confusion. “How’d you get Elena?”

            A smile tugged on my lips at the mention of her name. “Well,” I clear my throat slightly. “It started with that English project we had to do together. We got to know each other better, and I guess it just went on from there.”

            Louis smiles. “I can tell that you really like her, Haz,” he says. “The way you just smiled when I said her name and you talked about her, you must really like her.”

            “I do,” I smile, nodding. “I just wish she didn’t have to meet Des,” I say through gritted teeth.

            His eyes widen. “She met Des?” he hissed. “How?”