Harry's POV
I didn't.
I did not just.
I did not just sleep with Louis Tomlinson.
Maybe this was just a dream, I could wake up?
As I run out of Louis's house, I'm practically wheezing by the time I'm around the corner.
Niall and Demi had probably left me.
Ugh, I would have to take the bus home. As I walk a few blocks towards the bus stop, my head ache grows larger and larger. I must have been way too drunk the previous night.
Then a car rolls up next to me.
It was Niall's. He rolls down the window.
"Get in!" I hear Dani yell from behind him. I quietly climb into his car.
The first few minutes of the drive were silent back to my house.
"How was it?" Niall asks, breaking the silence.
"What?" I ask him. I hope he didn't know, that would bring up a conversation I did not want to have with either of them.
"I brought Niall home earlier last night because he was too drunk and was trying to start fights with people." Danielle tells me, cracking a smile.
Why did they leave me then? I was drunk also.
"We figured that you were getting laid or something and someone their would take care of you for the night, so we figured we would come back and pick you up in the morning." Niall says casually, as if it was nothing.
"Laid?" I choke out.
"Yeah. When better to lose your virginity with some stranger while drunk at a party." Niall says sarcastically.
"I hope you didn't get her pregnant, you both were probably to drunk to use a condom-"
"Just shut up Niall! I've already had a long enough night and morning!" I suddenly yell at him.
I didn't know where this new profound anger had come from, I was just as hungover as Niall if not less; and they had probably spent the entire morning looking for me. I was just angry at Louis, and I was taking my anger out on Niall.
"Sorry, I just have a terrible headache and a lot on my mind." I apologize once I've had a chance to gather my thoughts.
He nods his head and slips his sunglasses on. A few minutes later I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep in the car.
"I hope you had a nice time." Dani tells me, pressing her lips into a straight line.
She was probably a bit mad at me too. Nobody likes witnessing anyone being mean to Niall, he was just so like able. And Irish.
"Something like that." I said, rolling my eyes.
I gulped remember I was going to have to work with Louis on this project. He was not even going to want to talk to me.
Dani dropped me off at my house and I ran upstairs to my room, avoiding my family. My head was pounding in the back of my head and I was overly exhausted.
And I slept.
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"We have to work on our project." I run up to Louis in the hallway.
I had finally mustered up the courage to go up to him, I had been terrified.
He spins around.
"Our project? More like yours." He spits at me.
Helpless, I just gulped.
"Nope." A voice from behind me speaks up.
We both turn to look at the teacher.
"You will both come after school to my classroom to work on it." He tells us.
I nod my head quickly, and Louis just groans and walks off. That was a better reaction then what I expected from him.
I ran off to my next class, making it just before the last bell rang.
The rest of the day went by slowly, I was dreading having to work on this project with Louis; even if it was 50% of my grade.
After the last bell of the day, I slowly walk to my English teachers classroom.
I open the door, to find Louis already sitting at a desk. I sit down next to him, and I can feel hate and rage boiling up inside of him; getting ready to burst.
"I have to go, don't kill each other. If you need anything, Ms. Brown is next door." Our English teacher tells us, leaving the classroom.
My heart was pounding in my chest, who knew what Louis was going to do? Why was he leaving me here with him?
"I remember a lot of screaming." Louis tells me loudly, once our teacher was gone.
"What?" I ask him in a hushed tone, even though I knew the building was empty. If I knew one thing about high schoolers, is that they do not like being school and rush out of the building right after the last bell.
"That night, I remember you screaming a lot. I couldn't speak either for the rest of the day so I must have been screaming too." He explains, a small smirk tugging at the end of his lips.
Now that I thought of it, I did remember some screaming from that night.
"You-you liked it?" I stutter.
"No. I'm not gay." He tells me plainly, rolling his eyes.
"You probably did, can't blame you. I have I nice cock." Louis says, sounding so sure of himself.
"I didn't!" I half-way yell at him, my voice cracking.
"Calm down. You take things too seriously." He tells me.
I try hard not roll my eyes at him, and pull the rubric out of one of my folders.
I begin to read it out loud to him, when he cuts me off.
"I can't do any of this stuff." He tells me, with a bored expression taking over his face.
"You have to." I say, my lips twitching. I was not going to let him mess this up for me.
"Not really, I don't have to do anything." He says, putting an emphasis on the "have".
I started to get angry.
"Louis, just because you don't care about your grade, doesn't mean I don't." I fire at him.
"What makes you think I don't care about my grade?" He asks me defensively.
"Do you?" I ask him in disbelief.
He pauses for a second.
"No." Louis answers.
"See?" I tell him.
"You really think I give a fuck?" He asks me.
That shuts me up, because I know he doesn't.
I straighten my back, and regather myself. I look over at Louis. I realize how much taller I was than him, I had a good 3 inches on him actually.
"Why are even in fucking high school anyways?" He blurts out.
"What?" I ask him.
"You could be in college by now probably, you're the fucking smartest kid the grade." He tells, me rolling his eyes.
It was amazing how easily the curse words rolled off his mouth, leaving me in awe.
"I don't want to leave my friends behind." I tell him simply.
"What friends?" He scoffs.
"Niall and Danielle." I tell him.
"So?" He scoffs again.
"I care about them, something you wouldn't understand." I scoff back at him.
"I don't need fucking friends to be happy. I don't need anyone but myself to be happy." He starts to raise his voice.
Why was this triggering him so much? Louis was a pretty mysterious person and I didn't know much about him.
"That sounds lonely." I tell him quietly.
"It's easy too." He says, shutting me down immediately.
"Do you care about anything?" I try to squeeze more out of him, even though it was hopeless cause.
I was right. He just stares straight ahead, with a blank expression covering his face.
"Hey." I say snapping my fingers, trying to get him to stop zoning out.
He rolls his eyes again.
"What do you want from me?" He asks me harshly.
I groan.
"I think we need a break." I tell him.
"A break? We haven't even started." He says as him he is stating the obvious.
"What do you suggest we do then?" I ask him, biting the inside of my lip.
He ignores me, sitting back in his chair again.
"Louis I just-" I start, but he cuts me off sticking his middle in the air.
"Ok. I'm not doing this with you anymore. I'm telling the teacher I cannot work with you anymore and I'm going to have to find some other way to make up detention. I hope your ha-"
He kisses me.