I Cant Help Falling In Love With You {L.S}

Nervous

Summary: the 2 boys have class together and are paired up for a project

Harry sat in his English class watching the clock. 5 more minutes.

He hated this class, his teacher was a knob and none of his friends were in the class. Ths only good thing was that Louis was in the class.

Harry had been crushing on Louis for as long as he could remember, but he never went up to him because he was too nervous.

"Okay class, I've sent an email to all of you stating who your partner will be for the next assignment" the teacher spoke, taking Harry out of his gaze

"Wait, what project?" Harry asked outloud

"Mr. Styles. Were you even listening? Do I have to send an email to your parents?" He asked and Harry didn't reply

"As I was saying, the assignment is due next week so you should get started on that" the teacher kept speaking

Harry groaned. He knew he would be put in partners with some jock who wouldn't do any of the work but take all the credit.

"Mr. Styles don't roll your eyes at me" the teacher snapped

"I didn't-" he started

The bell rang and everyone got out of their seats.

Harry walked to his car, avoiding human contact, and drove home.

Once he got home, he checked his phone and saw 3 notifications

Harry, come over tonight, you can't say no. The lads are gonna be there too. Bring snacks :)
-Niall

He groaned and replied 'fine' and moved on to his second notification

Can you pick up some eggs?
-mum

Ok

He replied

He moved onto the third notification to see an email from his English teacher, and he almost deleted it until he remembered it had his partner.

He reluctantly opened up the email and scrolled to the bottom of the list, and his jaw dropped open.

He was partnered with Louis. His crush. The Louis Tomlinson.

He made a little squeal noise and jumped around. Maybe he would get to know him better now.

•

*a few hours later*

Harry rang the bell on Nialls house, looking back at Zayn and Liams cars parked on the road, signaling they were already there

He was pulled into the house by Zayn and tugged into the living room where the boys were in a very heated match of FIFA.

"Who's winning?" Harry asked with a laugh

"AHHHHH" is all that Niall responded with, and Harry chuckled

"YOU CUNT" Niall screamed as Liam scored a goal against him, and they both threw their controllers onto the sofa

"Hey H" Niall sighed

"Hey lads, Niall" Harry responded with, Niall giving him a glare

"Are you saying I'm not a lad?" Niall asked

"Nope, you're a princess, an irish princess" Liam replied

Niall smiled sarcastically and grabbed the plastic bag in my hand, dumping out the contents onto the couch, opening up a bag of chips