Melanie's P.O.V:

Waliyha, Lottie and I, are roaming around the school, when we hear the bell ring and our third period ends. As we walk towards the hallway, we see a really angry Hazel, marching towards us.

"They just crossed their limits this time!" She exclaims, steaming with anger, making us confused.

"Who?" Waliyha and Lottie ask her.

"Your brothers and their best friends." She groans, making me sigh. Looks like she got pranked too.

Hazel explains us everything and I know it's bad if I say, that I am about to laugh at any moment, but I have to control it because she's my best friend and she can be emotional sometimes. I bet the look on her face at that time, would be worth seeing. We explain her what happened to us as well, making her eyes widen.

"Don't sleep in chemistry, and have fun." Lottie says, when I begin to leave for my next class, chemistry.

"I'll make sure she doesn't sleep." We hear Louis voice from behind, making me turn around and notice a smile on his face when his eyes land on me.

"How? Better not be pulling a prank on me." I warn him, earning a chuckle from him, as he stands next to me.

"You and I have Chemistry together." He says, smiling, making Lottie and Waliyha fake cough, where as Hazel passes him death glares.

"That sentence gives two meanings," Lottie mumbles loud enough for us to hear. I snap my head in her direction and pass her a glare, making her smirk and wink at me, teasingly.

"Let's go, Mel, class is about to start." Louis informs, moving his hands in a 'ladies first manner'. I nod and walk beside him to our class, randomly chatting about our day so far.

"You guys are really cruel," I say, as we take a seat next to each other in the third row, making his head turn to face me.

"Why?" He asks, innocently, but I can say he is pretending, because of the smirk which he is trying to control.

"I can't believe, Niall did that to Hazel." I say, staring at him, as he turns his gaze away from me, fumbling in his bag, trying to search for something.

"Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either, he was really good." He says, his attention towards his bag.

"Louis, I'm serious." I say, looking at him seriously. He lifts up his head and his gaze meets mine, his expression soft, his eyes lingering on me for a while, quietly, before he shakes his head and clears his throat.

"So am I," He says, giving out a chuckle, making me groan and roll my eyes at him.

I sigh, and he turns his attention back to his bag, with a smile fixed on his face. We wait for our teacher to arrive, our class room going wild, with all the loud voices of the hyper students, laughing, yelling, fighting and making out with each other, where as Louis and I, sitting quietly beside each other.

After a while, I clear my throat and pull a serious face, before speaking up.

"Louis, I love you." I blurt out, his hands stop fumbling in his bag as his body stiffens, his expressions changing into a blank look. I bite my lip when he raises his head to look up at me.

"What?" He asks, with an unreadable expression, his eyes widened a bit, his lips slightly twiching up, and confusion all over his face.

"I love you," I repeat softly, staring at him in his eyes while biting my lip. His mouth wide opens, as he gulps and stares back at me.

"Are you serious?" He asks and I stare at him quietly, without saying anything. I take a deep breathe and look down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers.

"No," I say, throwing my head back, and bursting into a fit of laughter, catching him off guard, as he gives out a loud groan and a heavy sigh.

"That was cruel." He says, shaking his head, and rubbing his face with his hands before chuckling.

"Revenge, my love, revenge." I say, clutching my stomach, laughing at him, as he nods and laughs a bit, mumbling a "you got me."

Our teacher finally walks in the class, silencing the loud teenagers, as the wave of calmness rushes in the class, and I sigh in relieve, sitting comfortably in my chair.

"You're coming to my place tonight, right?" I whisper to Louis and he nods, turning his head towards me and leaning closer to my chair.

"Dinner, right?" He whispers back and I nod, playing with pencil in my hand.

My mother invited, Lottie and Waliyha's family to our home tonight for dinner since our families are pretty much close to each other, and we have dinner at each one of our houses, once a week. Since Waliyha's family is busy this week, so they won't be coming to the dinner.

"Only if you want me to," he says, smiling and I look up at him, our gazes meeting.

"I don't want you too." I say, shrugging my shoulders, making him chuckle.

"Then I'll come for sure." He says, chuckling and I smack my forehead playfully, with a smile on my face.

"Wonder why my mum likes you and Zayn so much." I mutter, causing him to laugh slightly. "You can come for her sake." I whisper, playfuly and he nods his head in agreement.

After a while, our chemistry teacher announces to make groups of two people for an assignment he was going to assign us next week and sums up Louis and I in one group.

"Partners now." Louis mutter from beside, smirking at me, as I roll my eyes at him playfully.

"You won't get bored with me," he says, fist bumping my hand, and I chuckle.

"I know," I say, smiling at him.

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The school ends with seniors pranking a bunch of juniors, making us thank, that we get rest for a while. I stand next to Lottie, waiting for her, as she tries to set up her locker, for the past ten minutes, still not arranging anything yet.

"Lottie, could you be faster? I'm tired." I whine, groaning, making Lottie raise up her head from her locker and pass me a glare.

"Wait for a second. I'm almost done, and all you have to do is go home and sleep, so what's the rush?" She asks, turning her attention back to her locker, carrying bunch of books in her hand, which are falling from her hands one by one.

"Sassy." I say, playfully rolling my eyes at her, causing her laugh slightly.

"Remember, I'm the sister of Louis Tomlinson?" She says, smirking, and I mumble a "how can I forget that," under my breathe, leaning against the locker next to her and closing my eyes for a while, when I hear a male voice, causing me to open my eyes and look at him.

"Which one of you is Melanie?" A boy with blonde hair, and big black glasses asks, walking over to us.

"I am, why?" I ask him, standing straight and narrowing my eye brows at him.

"Someone is waiting for you in the parking lot, ouside." He informs, making Lottie lift up her head and look at him in confusion as well.

"Who's it?" I ask him, but he shrugs his shoulders and walks away, causing Lottie and I to share looks, before she again shifts her gaze back to her locker.

"Lottie, you coming with me?" I ask her but she shakes her head.

"You go, I'll catch up with you later." She says, and I nod hesitantely, making my way outside, to the parking lot. As soon as I reach the parking lot, I try to look around the place, for any one suspicious, making me confused when I find no one. All of the students seem pretty much busy in their coversations, and no one seems to notice me, so I turn around to leave when suddenly everything goes dark, and I feel something wet and stinky all over me, making me gasp in shock.

I stand still, with no movements, when I hear a roar of laughter from the people around me. I move my hands towards my hair and clothes, finding them wet and slimy. I slowly wipe off the stinky liquid off of my eyes and mouth, hearing people hoot and laugh at me. I look below at my clothes, finding them soaked in egg yolk mixed with God knows what. I turn around, only to find two culprits in front of me with two buckets in their hands, trying to stiffen their laughs.

"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON! ZAYN JAVADD MALIK!!" I yell as soon as my eyes land on Zayn and Louis, standing in front of me with evil smirks on their faces.

"You both have only two seconds to run for your dear life!" I threaten them, clenching my jaw in anger and balling my fists, making their eyes widen, as Louis pats Zayn's chest.

"Zayn, run!" Louis shouts and the next thing I know, we are running all over the place like lunatics. Droplets of egg yolk's mixture dripping from me as I run behind them.

"You cunning assho-" I stop myself from cursing, because I usually stay calm and don't curse. But this time, I was losing it because of these two.

I keep yelling at them, trying to chase them while they both laugh turning their heads to look at my state. We pass by many students and teachers, making them gawk at us with their mouths and eyes wide open in shock.

"You can't catch us, Nerdy! Plus you look hot in egg yolk!" Zayn yells, turning his head to look at me, giving Louis a high five as I pass him a death glare.

"Shut up, Malik! I swear, I'll kill you!" I yell back, trying to catch his speed. But that idiot runs like an athlete, making me stop in the middle and pant, trying to catch my breathe, in the mean time he takes advatange of it, and disappears into the hallways.

I groan and start running again, trying to chase Louis, as both of us head towards the soccer field. Louis turns around his head to look at me, still running, when his head crashes with the tin car plates hanging in the middle of the soccer field and he hits the ground, rubbing his forehead.

"Who the fuck hang them in the middle of the soccer-shit it was me." He yells, rubbing his forehead as he is sprawled on the ground. I rush towards him and bend down to face him. He tries to get up and run away from me, but I grab his arm and yank him back to the ground.

"Shit, you're hurt." I shriek as soon as I notice the blood oozing out from his wound on his forehead, making me panick.

"It's fine." He says, looking up at me, and I smack his arm, passing him a glare.

"It's bleeding, you stupid." I say, touching his wound, making him flinch and whimper in pain.

"Sorry," I pull my hands away, staring at him in guilt, when I notice more blood oozing out from the wound.

"It's fine, Mel." He says, trying to get up again but I push him back on the ground.

"Stay!" I scold him, causing him to chuckle, as I quickly look for a tissue in my pockets, thanks to them it is half wet. I tear the dry part of it, and press it on his wound, dabbing on it, to stop the blood.

I am so focussed on his injury, that I don't even notice how closer our bodies are. I lean a bit more closer to him, still focussing on the blood, and rambling random things and scolding him to be careful, when I feel his hand move forward to my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ears, making my gaze meet his. He quietly stares at me with a light smile on his face, slowly leaning closer and reducing the space between us, until our faces are only inches apart.

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A.n:

Louis' birthday is tomorrow, he's turning 24! Shit!!!!

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you. :)

Love y'all and Zayn a lot.

Thanks xx