It's been a few days since I have come to the unsettling realization that I, Louis Tomlinson, have my very first crush on the one and only Harry Styles. It wasn't that bad, considering how nice Harry is to me, but what if this little friendship was just his way of proving himself to the school jocks? But then again, he beat up Seth so I highly doubt that my worries are true.

Sniffling quietly, I shook my head and returned to the task at hand. I was supposed to be taking down the Christmas decorations, that being my punishment for skipping school. Harry, who was none to happy about it, got bathroom duty. He had to scrub the toilets, clean the stalls, scrub the sinks and mop the floor, plus put more toilet paper and paper towels in their containers.

I would much rather that job, honestly. I looked like a complete moron stretching up on my tippy toes to reach for the stupid holiday decorations. Harry would be able to reach them with no problem, but me? Nope. I was to fucking short to do anything without having to step up on something to give me that little extra boost. Damn me and my unwanted shortness.

Growling, the noise quiet and not at all threatening, I climbed up onto the bench that was next to the Christmas tree and pressed against the wall. I leaned forward and began to take off the ornaments one by one, ignoring one of the branches from the tree that continued to poke my stomach. They were plastic, so instead of getting down and putting them in the box, I just threw them down into the brown cardboard box. I continued this until the tree was completely bare, along with the hallway it was in and the rest of the hallways, which I have cleared throughout the day.

I smiled in satisfaction and climbed down from off the bench. With all the strength I had, I bent down up picked up the ridiculously heavy box and put it onto the cart. I knew I should have done it before hand, but the idea didn't click to me until after I had already put all the decorations in it. Shaking my head, I wiped away the small layer of sweat that coated my forehead and began to push the cart across the hallway and towards the front office.

I glanced across the hallway and smiled. Only a few feet away from me was where Harry had pulled me to the side of the hallway, then made me follow him outside. I was so lost in thought that I didn't see that wall I was about to run into, until I did. My stomach hit into the bar on the cart and the box shuffled forward a little, but didn't fall off. I whined and used one hand to steer the cart and used the other to rub my stomach.

"Stupid shit." I mumbled, pushing the cart through the opened door. I looked up to ask them where they wanted the cart, but nobody was behind the desk. I internally shrugged and pushed the cart further into the room, then turned left down the hallway. I took a few steps and stopped when I reached the door that they used for storage.

I inhaled deeply and held my breath as I pushed open the large door. I maneuvered the cart into the room, having a little bit of difficulty, and blew out my deep breath. I left the cart by the wall and quickly left the room. Not many students were allowed in there, but I was one of the few that were. They allowed me to go in all the restricted areas in this school that was only for teachers, but I rarely did. It made me feel uncomfortable and like I was invading their privacy.

Whistling under my breath, I walked through the door and grabbed my backpack from by the tree. There was no way in hell I was going to even attempt to take down the Christmas tree without someone's help. With my luck, the tree would fall over on top of me and i'd suffocate before anyone even realized I was under there, or gone for that matter.

I brushed past the other office aid, who I believes name is Taylor, and continue my way down the hallway. I had no idea where I was walking to until I found myself standing in front of the boy's bathroom. Rolling my eyes, I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it before I pushed the door open. My nostrils were instantly attacked with the smell of urine, stinky feet, and another odor that I had no idea what it was.

I pushed past the ungodly stench and walked into the room, having to step over a soggy piece of toilet paper and a puddle of urine that was next to the urinals that were placed next to the door. I scrunched my nose up in disgust and carefully made my way to the stalls that were placed against the back wall. The first few were empty and just as I was about to open the last one, I heard someone complaining.

"Stupid pricks. I bet that half of them aren't even able to aim for a vagina hole." A deep, raspy voice mumbled. I bit down on my lip to stifle my laughter and quietly pushed open the stall door. Harry was on his hands and knees, his feet going underneath the stall wall and into the other one, and he was bent over the toilet.

Damn, that's a sight I could never get used to.

I shook off the thought and looked back down at Harry. His hair was tied up in a bun and he had yellow gloves on that came to his elbows, but what finally had me bursting into a fit of laughter was when I seen how frustrated he looked as he scrubbed the toilet, his eyes only being visible due to the white mask that covers half of his face.

At the noise, Harry snapped his head in my direction and the toilet brush he was holding fell into the toilet and made water splash up, it barely missing Harry. Growling, Harry climbed up into a standing position and looked over at me, his already dark eyes going an even darker shade of emerald. He stalked forward and went to grab my wrist but I took a step back and held up a hand, my laughter subsiding.

"No, you're dirty." I said and scrunched up my nose again. I didn't even use the bathrooms here, so he was lucky I was even standing in one right now. Harry huffed deeply and grabbed my wrist anyway and pulled me out of the stall. He continued pulling me forward, my feet practically dragging along the disgusting bathroom floor. I just went along with him, my eyes roaming over the empty hallways as we went in the opposite direction of the office. It didn't take me too long to figure out that he was dragging me towards Jen's classroom, and I knew it was because he was trying to get out of cleaning the last bathroom.

I hummed to myself and tried to distract myself with the different posters along the walls. My skin was a blazing fire where Harry was touching me and I feared that if I payed too much attention to it, that I would end up moving my hand and make Harry let go of my wrist. "How has your day been?" I asked him, trying to start up a conversation to break the uncomfortable silence that surrounded us.

"Shitty. I had old fucking granny hands when I cleaned the sinks, and some of the air headed jocks thought it would be funny to piss on the floor and throw toilet paper on the ground." At the mention of his day, Harry's eyes went cloudy and his pupils dilated. His face fell into a neutral one and his hand on my wrist loosened a little, but he didn't let go completely.

"Why didn't you do anything about it?" I hesitated before asking. Harry slowed down his pace before he stopped completely and turned to look down at me, his hand finally letting go and falling down to his side. He stared at me for a second, his green eyes scrutinizing me and making me feel a slight bit self conscious.

"I broke one of their fingers and said if he told, i'd send out the dick picture I supposedly took while he was pissing." He finally said after a few minutes of oddly comfortable silence. Holding up his hand, he showed me how big the jocks penis was with his two fingers. I laughed and shook my head.

"You're a pervert."

"Oh, but perverts are the funnest in beds." I snorted loudly and began to walk down the hallway again, pretending I didn't hear Harry yelling for me to stop. I wasn't innocent, that's for sure, but sometimes his dirty comments go straight to places I don't want them to go when I am at school.

I went to turn the corner, but a hand on my shoulder was pulling me back and shoving me against the locker. My breath got knocked out of my lungs at the impact, but it wasn't as hard as it was when Seth did it. I peeked up at Harry from underneath my eyelashes, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth when I seen how intense his gaze was.

My heartbeat quickened when he lifted his hand up to my face and pressed it flat against my cheek. His fingers were long enough that he was able to thread the tips of his fingers through my hair at the back of my neck, making goosebumps a rise on my skin. I had expected him to do something, anything, really. But he didn't. He just sat there and stared at me for some unknown reason before he sighed.

"You always walk away from me when i'm talking to you." He whispered, bowing his head and honestly sounding like an upset child whose friend just told them they didn't want to play with them anymore. I slowly blew out a deep breath and bent down a little, Harry's hand staying firmly on my shoulder, and locked my eyes with his. I didn't want him thinking that I wasn't talking to him because I didn't like him, because that wasn't the case at all. I just really didn't talk to too much people so I never really know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I just don't really do well with face to face conversations. After a while of not really talking to anyone, a person loses their ability to socialize." Harry's eyes flared with anger before he calmed down and sighed. Slowly, he lifted up his head and once again locked his eyes with mine, a smirk tugging at his lips, the sight becoming all too familiar to me.

"Give me your number." He said and before I could even reach into my pocket to grab my iphone, Harry already had it in his large hands. He took a step back from me, making me sigh in relief, and lifted the phone up like he was taking a selfie. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from groaning when Harry stuck his long tongue out, closed one of his eyes and tilted his head to the side, looking absolutely stunning even though he was holding up his middle finger.

There was the shutter sound that echoed throughout the small hallway, signaling that he had taken the photo. He looked at the phone and shrugged, apparently liking the photo he took, and typed something into the phone before his phone went off. He grinned widely and gave me my phone back, then reached into his pocket to retrieve his.

My eyebrows furrowed as I scrolled down to the H's in my contacts, but Harry's name wasn't there. I scrolled through the rest and was getting ready to ask Harry what he saved his name in on my phone when something flashed across from me. My eyes widened and I looked up at Harry, seeing he was holding his phone up. Before I had time to react, another picture was being taken of me.

Quickly I bowed my head and hid most of my face in my hoodie. "Stop! I hate pictures." I whined, burying my chin further into my hoodie. I wanted to walk forward and take the phone from Harry, but we all know that that will end horribly, or possibly embarrassing, for me. I absolutely hated pictures, even for the school yearbook. I always skipped getting my photos so I didn't have to worry about my picture getting destroyed in every single yearbook, like it did my first year in junior high.

"Fine, but i'm keeping these photos." He said, and I didn't even both arguing with him.

Whatever, let him keep the shitty ass photos of me.

I frowned and kept my chin buried in my hoodie as I continued scrolling through my contacts, a name in the b section finally catching my attention. "Booty call?" I read aloud, my cheeks heating up. Booty call? Why would he save his name under booty call? I looked up at him and seen he was now sitting down, pressing his back against the lockers, and he was playing with his phone.

"Why did you save your name under Booty call?" I asked and walked over to sit down by him. I pressed my back against the locker and slowly sat down, crossing my legs over one another so I mirrored Harry. His legs were longer than mine, so they stretched further than mine, but the bottom of my foot reached where his ankles were, so they weren't much longer.

"Because, if you ever need me, i'm only one call away. Kinda like a booty call." He explained, only half of his attention being on the topic. He was focused on his screen, his long thumbs tapping away on the screen. I leaned over a little and rolled my eyes when I seen he was playing the stupid 'Don't tap the white tile.' game.

It wasn't until I went to respond that I realized what Harry had said. He just told me he was always there for me and that he was only one call away. My heart felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Nobody has ever told me that they were always here for me, and even though it was in one of Harry's crude ways, it was still very sweet. To me it was, at least.

"Thank you, Harry." And if all of my other 'thank you's' weren't sincere enough, I was hoping this one was. I meant this one from the bottom of my heart, because I am honestly thankful that I was lucky enough to have one of the rudest, dirtiest, hottest, yet most caring person I have ever met, stumble into my life.