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FEBRUARY , SENIOR YEAR
LouisTommo: you, me, at the lake tomorrow night.
Harry, Niall, and Liam were complaining about school, well mostly Niall, when Harry felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
HStyles: hello to you too, hum Louis i guess? thanks but no
LouisTommo: what do you mean no ? do you know how many girls (and boys thank you very much) would kill to have me in their DMS ?
HStyles: I mean no, do you wanna hear it in Spanish? ¡NO! and yes Mr. Popular, i know but I'm not like other boys and girls, so could you please stop thanks.
Harry shoved his phone in his pocket and got back to Niall who was complaining about how much homework they got from their maths teacher. But soon his mind drifted off to the conversation he just had with this guy named Louis, well he wasn't just this guy, he was Louis Tomlinson, Mr. Popular as Harry called him, he was the most known guy in high school since freshman year, playboy type of thing you know the usual. Well, at least that's what everyone thought of him.
Was it who he really was? I wouldn't be so sure.
But contrary to other people, Harry never was really interested in befriending this guy, he didn't even care about popularity, all he wanted was to graduate and go to college with no drama and no problems.
He wondered why, in all the people in his school, that Louis guy had chosen to dm him. And why would he want to see him near the lake? Like it was some sort of date, or secret mee- no ew no, hell no.
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LouisTommo: so, have you reconsidered my proposition curly?
HStyles: okay, one, DO NOT CALL ME THAT, and second, NO I DIDN'T AND I WILL NEVER so LEAVE ME ALONE.
LouisTommo : how rude
HStyles : istg if you don't stop
LouisTommo : honey, if I was this annoying you would have already blocked me
HStyles : okay Mr. Popular, good night I have to work.
And if Harry finished his homework and went to sleep with a smile plastered on his face, then nobody had to know.