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Chapter 4 - Shark Tooth

Louis sat curled up in the blue, plastic seat in the cafeteria, his black slack covered knees to his chest, and his head down, deeply engulfed into his phone. He'd been staring at his new lock screen for the first ten minutes of lunch, ignoring the loud chatter and gossip of the other students. He was completely zoned out, and had been for the last week. His brain was a normal mix of harryharryharry, but intensified by ten million. In class, on more than several occasions, he was shaken violently until he snapped out of his sexual daydreams. And at home, he had to be poked and prodded at until he would realize someone was asking how his day went.
He hit the lock button on his phone, causing the screen to go black before hitting the home button and watching it light up again.
His lock screen was a cropped screen shot of the text Harry had sent that had put Louis in a coma for a day.

"How quick is someone allowed to fall in love? :)"

Louis was positively convinced this was a dream. There was no way any of this could be happening. He was sure he would be woken up any second now. Any second now...

He kept trying to force himself out of the dream but nothing was working.
Louis reached for the black rubber band around his wrist and pulled at it hard before it snapped back roughly against his skin. He flinched at the pain before repeating the action. He'd resorted to it because the pinching he did to himself no longer felt real either.
"Louis, for fucks sake. Everyone's going to wonder if you've gone mental. EVERYTHING IS REAL! THIS IS NOT A DREAM." Sadie said rather loudly, causing a few people to turn their heads and look at them. Louis shook his head. "I still don't believe you. Or this entire situation." His phone buzzed in his hands as he received a text message.

Loverboy:
"You really do look cute in your school boy uniform. Maybe one day we should play dress up and I'll pretend to be your teacher ;) "

Louis' mouth dropped open and he immediately regretted sending Harry a bathroom selfie from school. He reached for the band and quickly started snapping away. "Another text from Harry? You know he texts you like every other minute Louis. You're going to start bleeding." She said concerned, placing her hand over Louis' to stop him. Louis groaned, flipping his hair out of his eyes and being met with an unwanted sight as his vision was cleared.
A very pretty blonde was walking up to their small corner table, stopping right in front of it and leaning against it with her palms pressed down on the bright red surface. "So, Louiee." She said cheerily. She snapped her gum loudly, and blinked her large eyes. Louis believed he would fly away from the wind that the huge fans she called eyelashes caused. "So, Sofieee." Louis said back in the same tone. "I see you know Harry Styles?" She said, cocking her head to the side.
Louis nodded slowly, his eye squinting up. She was a popular girl, always making fun of the freshmen in the hallways, always getting the first invite to parties and always getting the boys she wanted.
"Yeah.. How do you know that?" He asked, scrunching up his nose. She gave him an ever bigger smile, her bright white teeth shining against her neon pink lipstick. "Well, he posted a picture of you on Instagram, silly. He has like, nearly two million followers on there. I'm sure you're just as popular as him now." She joked, giving Louis' arm a playful shove. Sadie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms against her large chest, knowing the girl, Sofia, wanted something.
"Oh, erm, yeah. Well we decided to post each other's pictures on Monday. Was playing a text game." He mumbled, giving her a vague answer. She stood up a bit straighter at the mention of texting. "So you have his number?" She asked, twirling a long strand of her hair. Louis nodded, staring at her suspiciously. "Do you mind if I get it from you?" She said finally. Of course she wanted his number. She could probably snag him in a second if she met him in person.
Sadie shook her head no before Louis could open his mouth to say anything.
"No. No. NO. You're not getting Harry's number." She said sternly, her dark brown bob still shaking negatively.
"Excuse me?" Sofia asked, finally realizing Sadie was there as well.
"Did Harry give you his number personally? No. He gave it to Louis. Did Harry post you as his crush? No. He posted Louis. Did Harry FaceTime you the other night and call you cute?! No. Because he did with Louis. So please walk your skanky ass back over to your table of whores and finger yourself over some other YouTuber because Louis and Harry are now each other's."
Sadie snapped, her cheeks a light red from getting so heated. She knew Louis would have given the number up easily because of how low his self esteem was and how fragile his current of state of being was.
The girl blinked her eyes a few times before registering everything. "Wait, he's gay!?" She nearly screeched. "Course I'm gay." Louis mumbled. Sadie snorted, her best friend not completely understanding. "Not you. I'm pretty sure even the Queen knows you're gay." Sofia rolled her eyes. "I meant Harry! I thought you were just friends because he maybe liked your videos."
Louis shrugged, staring down at his rubber band, wanting to snap at it again quickly. No way was THE Sofia arguing with him over a boy. "Whatever, I'll just dm him. He follows me on twitter anyways." She said with a smirk on her face before flipping her hair over her shoulder, turning on the heel of our school mandated black flats and walking off.
Louis slumped a little in his chair at her words.
"He probably got one look at her twitter icon and followed her." Louis said quietly. "He probably wanted her number from the beginning but was too nervous to ask." Louis squeaked out. "He gets nervous a lot. S'why he didn't DM me first." Louis said, a small smile returning on his face at the memory.
Louis had called Harry's shyness bullshit and all Harry had done was claimed being in front of cameras made him turn into an entirely different and bolder person.
Sadie flicked Louis cheek, causing him to groan. His hand immediately flew to his face, rubbing at the aching skin softly. "Ow, what you go and do that for!?" He cried out.
"For being stupid. Harry likes you and you need to get that through your very thick skull." She said in a final tone, her grey cardigan covered arms crossing back across her chest. Louis rolled his eyes and blew his hair out of his face. "I still think it's fake." He shrugged. The lunch bell rang loudly and Louis sighed, standing from the table and grabbing his books. He was dreading the rest of the school day. He felt like everyone knew about whatever him and Harry were, and that they were all out to get Harry's number from him.