Jet Black Heart (Larry Stylinson)

I wanna be, be, be in the game. I wanna know, know your middle name

A/N: Which song is this title from:)

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Apparently, Louis hated doing things Harry expected.

It was Wednesday, his third day at school. It started like every other school day. Well, the two he already had. But the point is, nothing outstanding happened.

He had become acquainted with Niall, Liam and Zayn's friends and was rarely alone now, which was cool. He didn't have to feel like a loser walking through the hallways. 

Wednesday was Harry's longest school day. His last lesson was PE, fortunately together with Niall so they could pair up if necessary. The first PE lesson, though Niall assured him that it normally wasn't like this, passed with them doing whatever they wanted as long as it looked like sports. In the last fifteen minutes the teacher, Mrs Peters, summoned them to the benches to talk about the topics they would do this term: Football, Rock'n'Roll and Fitness.

They were really diverse, these topics, but, like Mrs Peters extensively explained, it was important that there was something for every sport type. 

"Damn, we should have taken Mr. Hennings." Niall whispered to Harry. The curly haired just shrugged. He thought these topics were pretty interesting. He also did not imagine Rock'n'Roll dance to be very tiring. 

"Well, then. Lesson's almost over. Dear Jesy was kind enough to help me carry all this sports equipment in here. Now, I'll need one volunteer to just help me get these two boxes into my car. Just two minutes and you'll be free to go." -Niall snorted-  "Any volunteers?"

The room was dead quiet. Everyone was looking at some spot that was not anywhere near Mrs Peters. Harry, pitying her, lifted his arm. "Harry." Niall hissed, but it was too late.

"Aah, Harry, is it?" Mrs Peters beamed, "That's really kind of you. I'll remember that when marks come on. I'll meet you after you've changed in the hallway at the staff room. Off you go then."

The students gathered their bottles and valuables, the changing rooms were not trusted to keep them safe, and went off. 

"Harry." Niall hissed again once they were out of Mrs Peter's earshot, "Why did you volunteer? This woman can talk nineteen to the dozen. I swear, she doesn't even need to take a breath. Tellin' ya, you're not gonna get away until tomorrow."

Harry laughed, "Now you're exaggerating."

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Niall was exaggerating, of course he was. But, Harry thought as he opened his locker, not by that much. Even though it should have taken Harry and Mrs Peters barely five minutes to carry the boxes to the car, Harry ended up being dismissed quite accurately forty-three minutes and twenty seconds. Mrs Peters was going on and on about the different sports devices and what her son, Julian, thought of them and how dogs should not come anywhere near these precious sports devices.

Harry had been too polite to cut her off and just smiled, nodding along. 

He sighed, taking his chemistry book from the locker. He would need that for homework. He remembered that he had told his parents he would walk home with Niall since they discovered that he lived a few blocks around the corner. Oh well, he did not feel like telling his parents that he would have to walk alone now. He sometimes liked it better anyways and his parents would just make an unnecessary fuss.

He closed his locker-

And jumped.

There stood Louis, casually leaning against the lockers next to Harry's, watching him. 

Harry stared at him a few embarrassing seconds, not noticing his chemistry book was slipping from his grip until it landed on the floor with a loud BANG, echoing in the empty hallways. "Oops." He muttered, hurrying to pick it up clumsily, before straightening up.