Best of Both Worlds

The king has arrived, and apparently I'm the queen

"I still don't understand why he is coming here. To a public school," Marcel mumbles to his friend Luke.

"At least it's the middle of his senior year, so he's only here for a few months," Luke shrugs.

"But I don't understand why!" Marcel whines, "it's absolutely ridiculous. He just wants the attention. What celebrity goes to a public school?"

"Or maybe he is just trying to be normal for once. He has been in the spotlight since he was sixteen." Luke points out.

"Luke! A public high school is not where you go to be normal when you're a famous singer!"

"Well stop worrying about it and let the idiot make the mistake himself. Louis Tomlinson is coming to our school! Can't we embrace it?"

"You can, I'm going to avoid him like the plague. I'll see you in lunch," Marcel smiles softly and turns away from Luke to go to his locker. He has two minutes to get to his locker, grab his chemistry book, and get to class on time. He reaches his locker when the one minute warning bell rings and puts in his memorized pass code.

"Where do you have to go? I'll walk you!" A high pitched voice cheers.

"I will too, if you want!"

"Me three! Where are you going?" Two more follow.

"Woah ladies, please. I'm a normal guy like everyone else. Head to class, I know where I'm going," Louis laughs. Marcel rolls his eyes and grabs his book before shutting his locker only to run right into one of the blondes that were flirting with Louis.

"Watch it you dweeb," she hisses and shoves her shoulder into Marcel's as she goes by him. He drops his books and groans. He hears Louis chuckle and bend down to help him.

"I don't need your help," Marcel mumbles and grabs his book out of Louis' hand before standing. Louis follows and looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"So the dweeb has an attitude," he comments. Harry can tell it is meant to be a joke, but it doesn't quite make the mark.

"And the celebrity lives up to my little expectations of him," Marcel rolls his eyes once again before moving around the shorter boy. He hears footsteps follow.

"Oh? Do tell, puppet," Louis smiles.

"Don't call me that," Marcel hisses.

"Okay," Louis raises his hands up in surrender, "I like your sweater."

"You are going to be late to class, and you are making me late," Marcel grumbles. Louis insulted him less than a minute ago. How is he going to follow it up with a compliment?

"You're kind of cute, you remind me of Harry Styles, except he has a better style sense," Louis continues and turns with Marcel.

"Cool. If you are done insulting me, this is my class." He slips into the room as the bell rings and takes his seat in the back. However, Louis walks in as well, causing squeals to follow.

"Louis, you can take a seat wherever," the teacher calls. Girls quickly start asking him to sit with them, but he ignores them and takes the seat next to Marcel.

"This happens to be my class as well. Now, do you even know who Harry Styles is? He is part of the biggest boy band and I said you remind me of him. That's a compliment, I mean, have you seen him?"

"I know who he is, yes. I'm sure you've met him though," Marcel rolls his eyes. They haven't met, he knows. Unless you count now, but Louis doesn't know he is Harry.

"I actually haven't met him, I've met Liam and Niall, but not Harry. The boys say he goes to a private school during the day and that's why he isn't out unless for a holiday. He's where I got the idea that I should go back to school," Louis explains.