/Breath./

/Shit, don't breath. His smell is everywhere./

Gasping a deep breath in through my mouth, I closed my mouth and turned my attention to the front of the room. I tried to ignore the boy beside me that was now leaning back in his chair, his feet being propped up on the table and his head resting against the back of the chair. But even with my best attempt, I found myself glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

My body went statue still when I seen his head lull to the side, his green eyes studying me and making me feel like my skin was on fire. I quickly looked back at the front of the room and acted as if I was listening to Jannett Larson reading her essay. Out of insecurity, I tugged the sleeves to my hoodie down further and turned in my seat a little, making it so my back was now facing Harry.

Smiling in triumph when I heard him mumble something, I turned my head to the side and actually started to listen to Jannett, who was just finishing her essay. I caught a few of her nasally words, but if I was being completely honest, I didn't find her essay enjoyable at all. It sounded as if she got a bunch of different sentences off of google and put them into one paper.

Shaking my head, I turned my direction down to my paper, only to see there was a little note on top of it. My eyebrows furrowing, I glanced over at Harry who was staring at the front of the class, his arms folded behind his head to keep it up. Pursing my lips to the side, I carefully unfolded the note and read the sloppy handwriting.

/Are you a virgin?/

Nearly choking on my own saliva, I crumpled the piece of paper up and shoved it into my pocket. My cheeks were flaming bright red and my blue eyes were widened. I had hoped that Harry didn't catch onto it but like every other day, I was unlucky.

"I can't wait to see your ass that color." Harry whispered as he moved in his seat, making it so his arms were folded on top of the table so he could rest his chin on them.

I bit down on my bottom lip harshly and finally looked over at him, my blue eyes flaring for a moment when I seen how cocky he looked. "Leave me alone, Harry, or I'll tell Mrs. Black." I warned him quietly, my eyes flickering from him, to Mrs. Anderson, then back to him.

Harry gasped quietly and covered his mouth with his hand, his green eyes widening as he feigned surprise. "Oh no, Louis, please don't tell the teacher that I asked about your sacred virtue." Snorting loudly, Harry leaned back in his his chair and raised his eyebrows, his intense green gaze still being pinned on me.

My lips parted slightly as I stared at him, not because I was shocked by what he was saying, but because he was actually holding a conversation with me-- the weird kid. It was strange to me that he was actually willing to talk, and sit by me.

A voice in the back of my head was nagging at me, telling me that he was just doing it because one of the popular kids had talked him into befriending me, before they all humiliated me in front of the school. Inhaling deeply, I looked down at my paper and began to play with the right corner, the one without the staple in it.

I didn't bother responding to him, nor did I give him the satisfaction of knowing his words affected me in more ways than one. For the next few minutes, I sat in my seat and fidgeted, the corner of my paper becoming crumpled from me pinching it between my fingers. It wasn't until I heard my name being called that I looked up and seen Mrs. Anderson was standing in front of the class, a white piece of paper in her hand which is what she used to read students names off of the paper.

My heart stuttered in my chest before it dropped into the pit of my stomach. She wanted me to go up there, in front of all these people, and read my essay out loud. My hands began to shake uncontrollably as I stood up from my seat and picked up my paper. Tears began to burn my eyes as I walked past Harry and up to the front of the classroom, my body burning with embarrassment and fear.

Taking a deep, much needed breath, I turned around and slowly lifted my gaze up to the room full of people, all of their eyes pinned on me as they waited for me to start talking. My blurry gaze went over all the peoples faces in the class, seeing most of them was neutral and bored while some of them showed amusement.

I swallowed thickly and took another deep breath, my eyes finally landing on the person sitting in the back of the classroom. His long hair was cascading around his face and framing it as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting in his palms, his green, cold eyes instantly locking with mine.

I felt my body calm down some as I continued staring at him. My hands were no longer shaking and my heart was no longer thumping against my chest. With a slight inclination of his head and a small smirk, I felt a sudden wave of courage crashing down over my body. Sighing quietly, I finally ripped my gaze away from his and glanced down at my paper.

It took me only three minutes to read through my paper and give my opinion on Racial Equality. When I had finally finished, I kept my gaze on my paper and smiled softly. I had done it. I had actually stood in front of a classroom, with thirty different eyes on me, and I hadn't fainted or had a panic attack.

When I heard Mrs. Anderson dismiss me, I quickly walked to the back of the classroom and took my previous seat. I threw my essay down on the table and leaned back in my chair, my chest filling with this odd feeling I have only felt one other time in my life.

/Pride./

"Not too bad, bubble butt." Harry said from beside me, a wide grin stretching his lips and allowing me to see his large dimples. I felt the blush return to my cheeks again. I am convinced that by the end of the day, my cheeks will be a permanent red color.

Rolling my eyes, which was odd behavior for me, I slumped back further in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest, ignoring Harry who was now scooting his seat closer to me, making it so my shoulder brushed his elbow. I gasped loudly, an electric current running through my arm and spreading through my body.

I glanced up at the curly haired boy by me to see if he had felt it too, and to my utter satisfaction, I seen his already pale face was even paler. He stared at me for a second with his now wide eyes before he stood up and scooted his seat back to where it was before, though this time he made it so his back was facing me.

Frowning a little, I tugged at my hoodie and pulled it down a little further, trying to hide my body as much as I could. I couldn't figure out why Harry had acted that way. I mean, I know I am not the best looking thing in the world but if he hadn't wanted our arms to touch he shouldn't have moved his seat closer to mine.

/Was I really that gross?/

The rest of the period passed by quicker than I thought it would. The moment the bell rang, I jumped up from my seat and all but ran to Mrs. Anderson's desk so I could turn in my essay. I handed the paper to her and just as I was about to turn around, I felt a small, frail hand grab my wrist.

"I am proud of you, Louis. I wasn't going to call your name at first, but i'm glad I did. You did an amazing job and your essay was the best one I've heard today." Mrs. Anderson said, a small smile stretching her leathery lips. I smiled softly at her and nodded my head a little before I turned around and walked out of the classroom.

I had made it a few steps down the overcrowded hallway before I felt something hitting against my arm. Jumping slightly, I stopped dead in my tracks and glanced over to see what had hit my arm. Standing next to me was Harry, a dark grin stretching his lips as he held out my backpack.

"Oh, thanks." I said softly and grabbed the backpack out of his hand. I threw it over my shoulder and began to walk down the hallway again, not even waiting for him to respond. I weaved my way through all the students, trying to get to Mrs. Black's room as quick as I possibly could.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think back to how my body reacted when I had looked at Harry. It was strange that I had calmed down so quickly, and because of something as simple as looking into an almost complete strangers cold, green eyes. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of me. One minute I was a shaking mess, then the next minute I was completely calm and collected.

"Harry Styles." I whispered quietly, the words flowing through the hallways before they died down and was replaced by someone yelling for their friends to stop. The moment his name had escaped past my lips, I felt an odd tingle running down my spine, but it was a good tingle. One I knew I wanted to feel again, kinda like the shock that had ran through my body when me and Harry had brushed arms.

Shaking my head, I walked through the door of Mrs. Black's room and was greeted by someone laughing loudly. Cocking my head to the side, I walked further into the room and looked in the direction the noise was coming from. Sitting at the corner table was Jen and Harry. Jen was doubled over in her seat, her arms clutching her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably.

/How the hell did he get here before me, and what the hell was Jen laughing about?/

The moment they noticed my presence, Jen sat up in her seat and wiped the tears off her cheeks that had formed from how hard she was laughing. She kept one arm wrapped around her stomach as she stood up and walked over to me, her body occasionally shaking as her laughter died down.

"This boy fits in with us perfectly." She said as she walked over to her desk and sat down in her rolling chair, her tennis shoe covered feet crossing over one another.

I nodded my head slowly, still lost, and took a seat at the table closer to the door. I set my backpack down in the seat next to me and out of curiosity, I glanced over at Harry. He was leaning over the table, his face being invisible from the way his hair was fanned out, as he worked on a stack of homework.

I smiled in approval and turned my attention over to Jen, who was now typing away furiously on her keyboard. "Do you have anything you need me to make copies of? Or any of your homework answer keys that you need help with?" I asked her as I stood up from my seat and walked over to the side of her desk.

"I only need you to help with some of the answer keys. They're in the green folder." She said, pointing her finger at the cubby thing that was next to her door. I nodded my head, though she couldn't see, and walked over to the cubby's, grabbing the green file.

I opened it and flipped through it as I walked back to my seat, reading over the numerous papers and seeing they were for science, english and math. I sat down on the edge of my chair and began to sort the stack of paper, soon making a stack for each class. When I was finished, I set the empty folder aside and began chewing on my bottom lip as I began to work on the stack of math homework.

I soon became engrossed in the task, finishing all ten papers in under twenty minutes, and I even showed my work. I was about to start on the second stack of paper, which was for english, when I felt someone's gaze burning the side of my face. Slowly, I turned my head to the side and seen Harry was staring at me with his intense green eyes as he tapped his pencil on the desk.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my bottom lip slipping back between my teeth. Harry's eyebrows furrowed for a second, his gaze flickering from me, to the three stacks of papers, then back to me.

"Are you some kind of genius?" For the first time since I met him, I just now realized how raspy his voice was. And boy was it raspy. Chuckling softly, I shook my head and looked down at the papers before I looked back up at him.

"No, I just know what to do because I've already done these." I said, only speaking half of the truth. It was true, I had done this work before but even when I had done it I had finished it quickly. But I wouldn't call myself a genius. I was smart, sure, but I was far from being a genius.

Looking not at all convinced, Harry leaned back in his chair and threw his pencil on the table. It clattered loudly and rolled for a second before it stopped just at the edge of the wooden table. "Bullshit. I've done this work at my old school before and I still don't understand it." Harry said, not at all fazed that he had just cursed in front of the teacher.

"Do you need help?" I asked, already standing up from my chair before he had even answered. I walked across the room and set down in the seat across from him. Leaning across the table, I grabbed the top piece of paper off of the stack and set back down in my seat, my feet not touching the ground due to how high these chairs were compared to the ones I was sitting in.

"Multiple step inequalities." I read aloud, my face brightening up. I loved doing these ones. They were my absolute favorite, next to Exponential and Logarithmic Functions. God, I really am a nerd.

Brushing the thoughts aside, I began to explain to Harry how to do the work. He nodded his head along as I spoke, but he looked completely lost. "Understand?" I asked when I was finished explaining the first problem.

Harry sighed deeply and sat back in his chair, his knees spreading apart as he got into a more comfortable position. "I didn't understand a single word you just said." And despite how cocky he looked right now, I believed him. Not many people understood how to do most of the math they do in high school, and I guess I was just the odd ball out who not only understood how to do the math, but also enjoyed doing it.

Sighing deeply when I realized these next thirty minutes were going to be long, I grabbed Harry's pencil and once again began to explain how to do the work to him, but this time I showed him how to do it by doing number five. Every few minutes I would glance up at him to see if he was paying attention, and each and every time I looked up, I found him already staring at me.

He didn't look away when he was caught either, and he didn't try to play it off like he was looking at the wall behind me or something. He would simply stay staring at me, a slight tint of curiosity in his eyes and a small smirk tugging at his lips.

To my surprise, the period had gone by faster than I was hoping. Well, at the beginning I was hoping the time would go as quick as possible, but as I continued to tutor Harry, I found myself hoping the time would slow down so I could get just a few more minutes with him. Harry, surprising both of us, ended up finishing his worksheet and the problems he didn't get my help on, he ended up getting right.

When the bell had rang, Harry grabbed his grey backpack off of the floor and put his stack of homework in it, refusing to leave it here because he insisted he would do it when he got home, and I honestly didn't want to argue with him. After we had both gathered our things and I put away the answer keys, we both went our separate ways the moment we walked out of the classroom.

I had walked left, towards the bus line, and he had walked right, towards the front doors. I didn't bother stopping by my locker on my way out of the school because I rarely used it after the incident that had happened last year.

So now, I found myself standing in the bus line, waiting for the teacher to tell us to start filling into the bus. My backpack was hanging on my shoulder, the weight of the books dragging it down and making it hit against my bum. I continued shifting my weight between my two feet, my nerves that had suddenly disappeared in sixth period just now returning.

As I was waiting at the back of the line, my bottom lip clasped between my teeth, I got the sudden feeling that someone was watching me. Keeping my head low, I glanced around the cafeteria, looking for anyone that may have been looking at me but it was so crowded I couldn't spot anyone past three feet in front of me.

A sudden tickling sensation on the back of my neck had me spinning around quicker than I have ever moved. The body that had been behind me was closer than I had anticipated, which made me smack right into their chest. I stumbled back a few inches, but a hand on my shoulder made it so I didn't fall over, like I thought I would.

Inhaling sharply, I glanced up at the person standing in front of me, my vision being filled with brown hair, plump lips and green eyes. "Harry." I whispered softly, taking a step back to put some space between us because the proximity had my heart thudding away in my chest.

"Watch where you're going. I mean, you have some pretty decent air bags but a fall that hard would still hurt." Even though I didn't really know what he was saying at the moment, I soon caught onto the fact that he was talking about my butt.

I blushed lightly and looked down at the white tiled floor, my hands going behind me to cover my butt the best that I could. "I thought you were going home." I stated rather than asked, my soft voice just barely being heard above the chatter in the lunchroom.

I heard, rather than seen, Harry chuckle, his chuckle deep and throaty. "I am, but you're in my way." My eyes widened and I quickly took a step to the side, allowing Harry to walk past me. I was too worried about the fact that I had been blocking Harry's path, that I hadn't realized all the different spaces he could have walked through.

"Sorry." I mumbled, glancing up at him from underneath my long eyelashes. He shook his head and chuckled again, his dimples popping out and rendering me speechless for a minute.

"See ya later, Tomlinson," and with that, he brushed past me and took long strides towards the open door that lead outside. His words continued to ring in my head, and the closer I payed attention to them, the more I realized it sounded like a promise, instead of just something someone would say to an acquaintance.

Smiling softly to myself, I watched as he walked out of the door, his body disappearing once the doors closed. I let my hands drop down to my sides and just as I took my spot at the end of the line, the teacher at the front of the line told us to start loading on the bus. I followed the line, the shit eating grin I had never slipping away, even when I got tripped and almost fell once I was on the bus.

A/N: Yeah, I never know what to put in these so I rarely make them, but how are you all!?! I know not many people are reading my story right now, but I hope that will change soon. Anyway! I hope y'all have a great day!! (: