Detention ➳ Larry

Chapter twenty

(Harry's POV)

I slap the essay down on my father's large, oak desk, clearing my throat to get his attention. He's making such a big fuss over something that isn't even a big deal. So what if my grades are bad? We're filthy rich for crying out loud. I can get into whatever college I want anyway. Grades shouldn't even matter. I can't believe he's actually making me do this! It's ridiculous.

Although, I have to admit, having Louis as my English tutor isn't exactly a bad thing.

He glances up through his glasses and snatches up my paper without saying a single word. I mentally roll my eyes, but I don't dare do it in real life. I'm already standing on thin ice with him. The smallest thing to upset him and bam! I'm transferring schools.

I can't even imagine leaving everything I've ever known. My team. My friends. My coach. And Louis.

Dad's eyes skim over my essay. He's judging it. Judging me, more specifically. It's like I'm waiting to hear my verdict. Will I stay or will I go?

"This is good." he says simply, setting down the paper. I sigh in relief. A big weight is lifted off of my shoulders.

"Thank you." I breathe out, "So... can I stay?"

He nods slowly, "Yes, you can stay at your school, Harry. But by the end of the semester I don't want to see any D's or F's, okay? You're going to have to work hard to bring your grades up. Are you willing to do that?" he asks.

"Sure."

My Dad smiles, "Great," he begins, "Y'know, I really like your new friend."

"Louis?"

"Indeed. You could learn a thing or two from him. He seems like a good kid." he says. I nibble on my bottom lip so nothing stupid slips out of my mouth.

"Uh... yeah." I manage to say. Pink blushes to my cheeks, but I try to hide it. I feel the heat arise to my face, like a boiling pot of water is inside me.

My Dad inhales deeply, "Now, if you could please excuse yourself, I have work to do." he says, glancing at the door behind me.

I nod then turn to leave without saying anything else. There's nothing more to talk about. We're practically strangers. There's no father-son relationship between us. I feel like he's my boss, not my Dad. He doesn't hardly know anything about me.

He doesn't even know that he's doing me a favor by making Lou my English tutor. I chuckle to myself as I walk back to my bedroom.

(Louis' POV)

Harry was only gone for barely five minutes before he returned to his room. I continued to read carelessly through a few magazines until I heard the door click open again. I rose my eyes and stared at Harry. He has a giant frown spread across his lips. Oh no...

"What happened? What'd he say?" I ask quickly.

He deepens his frown, "Lou... it's bad news."

I feel my heart sink and my stomach twist. No. This can't be happening! I finally find somebody who I care about at this stupid school and then he has to transfer? This isn't fair!

"W-what? That essay was great! Is he crazy!?" I hiss.

Harry nods, "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do about it."

I stand up from the bed and walk over to him, "B-but... you can't leave our school! Everybody will miss you. Especially me." I whine.

Harry sighs, "I'll miss you too, LouBear."