Chapter 4

Harry managed to dress up even if he's so irritated with the fact that Louis is watching him.

He wore this dark gray blazer over a white shirt.

He likes blazers and he has a whole lot of them, it has it's own drawer...a big drawer.

He also wore black Chuck Taylors...speaking of which he has lots of converse shoes that the cabinet that stored them looked like a spectrum because it has every color of the rainbow in it.

Don't get me started on his pants, he owns a whole lot of them he could have a yard sale.

Because why the hell not? If you're rich you'll buy everything you want won't you?. But apparently Harry likes a whole lot of things, that is beyond imaginable. He knows he's spoiled and he's damn proud about it...because being a spoiled brat means getting everything you want.

But we know rich bitches in chick flicks never win.

Harry went out his room and looked at the wall clock, he didn't really need to though,he's been looking at his watch for 5 minutes and never got bored of it. He realized that he's gotta go to school.

University it is then, he kicked his way out of the door to see Louis standing beside the Porsche again.

He glared at Louis and slid into the car.

Harry slumped his back lazily into the backseat, Louis sat beside him but he's keeping a distance.

"Maaan, sometimes I wish I knew how to drive." Harry said suddenly.

Louis was shocked that Harry actually talked, but he's still keeping the pokerface on.

Harry expected some kind of reaction but received none so he contemplated on what he said.

If I knew how to drive, there would be no driver of course...then I'm left with this weirdo.

Left alone with Louis in this close space.

Harry shook his head bashfully.

What the hell is wrong with this brain?

"I know how to drive." Louis said just because he's talkative and feeling bored.

Harry felt his chest tighten, he knows why...it was because Louis' voice was beautifully sweet and soothing it even has a mischievous feel in it.

If it's soothing why is Harry so "uncomfortable" with it?

Harry hated to admit it but the "uncomfortable" felt good.

Harry unknowingly asked "What?"

"I was saying i know how to drive." Louis said but this time his voice was a little annoyed.

"Oh..ohh....co-ol." Harry stuttered as he felt his chest tighten again.

Harry thought Am I this angry with him? That I can hardly breathe when I hear his voice.?

Thankfully, the car ride ended and the car stopped into the parking lot.

Harry hurriedly opened the car door and went out.

Much to his dismay, Louis followed him.

"Excuse me? Why are you still here?" Harry managed to spit out.

"My work." Louis replied

"But, You'll draw too much attention." It's not that Harry did not draw attention the way he is, in fact, he liked attention...but having Louis beside him will just be really awkward. Everybody at the school knew what happened to him...that he almost got kidnapped.

"You never know when the kidnappers attack and snatch you away so, I need to be here....there and everywhere."

Louis pushed Harry forward in a strong but not too strong way, that Harry lost his balance.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and turned to Louis but before he could say anything Louis spoke "You'll be late if you speak too much..."

Harry groaned and let out an annoyed "Fiiiiiiine!" before trailing off to his first class.

He's currently in college having Business Administration, it is because he wanted to know how to run a company. He always wanted to work at their own company it was a furniture company which is well-known all over the world, The Calliope, his grandfather was a great furniture maker and decided to make business, it slowly went famous all over the world because of the class and quality that it provides. His mom, Anne was the heir of the company and is really good at running it too.

His sister Gemma, is currently working in there and is aspiring to be the next CEO so Harry doesn't really have to be associated with the business but then that was what he liked so...

Well, too much for that....

Harry stepped onto the very full corridor on his way to class, the students were darting their eyes towards the man behind him, Harry isn't such a shy kid so he shrugged it off, kinda annoyed the people were not looking at him.

Harry reached the doorstep of the room he was heading to and turned to Louis

"Don't say you'll get in here too." Harry said sarcastically.

"Hmm..I'll see you then." Louis told him.

Harry wasted no time and went into the class, which was English actually.

He sat into his desk, which was beside the window and stared at the board.

"Hey Harry." said the man who sat beside him.

"Hi Zayn..." He smiled at Zayn, who turned at his right side.

"Harry, your crush." Zayn grinned widely and pinched Harry's arm.

Harry looked at the Zayn and decided to look at the direction he's looking at.

He saw Sophie talking with her girlfriends. 

Sophie noticed Harry looking at her and grinned menacingly.

Harry smiled back his most charming smile, which turned to a frown when Zayn teasingly said that Sophie looked like a shrimp.

"Perhaps, you only have your eyes for Liam.....Zayn, that's why you don't appreciate her beauty." Harry spat.

Before Zayn could say anything the professor went inside and started talking.

Zayn was well, rich too, considering that his family owns the biggest share on a TV network and a radio station, he's also a part-time model. How cool is that?

20 minutes passed and Harry absentmindedly wondered where Louis is, and how could he possibly see Harry in this state or if he even bothered on looking after Harry considering this is a classroom and he cannot possibly be kidnapped without 20 or more other students looking at him.

Harry lost the will on listening to the teacher so he stopped listening.

He looked at his phone and noticed 20 new messages.

One or two of them were unregistered, Harry learned after his 18 years of existence, that if it's unregistered it's just a random girl that somehow got his number and is asking him out on a date...and he gets a lot everyday.

The other messages were from the girls he knew already, Harry could never last long without a girlfriend so he's on a hunt, he befriends the sensible ones not just the ones who throw themselves at him, Sophie was like a boundary line, she is flirty and liberated but she's not easy to get, actually requires skills to date her.

So Harry,being Harry deleted all the messages without even reading them.

But he got surprised to see another one left and he tried to delete it but it won't.

He decided to open the message and it read

Hi there Harry! It's me Louis, Save my number, will you?

Harry tried to erase it again but it just displays an error. He didn't want to have Louis' number he sees him everyday and it gets on his nerves.

He received another message from the same number and it read

It won't come off until you save my number.

He unwillingly saved the number and deleted the message...Viola! It was gone!

Harry frowned. "What kind of sorcery is this?"

Told you

said one of the texts which was now registered as Louis.

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Louis chilled at the top of the tree reading a book, it's called Meltdown by Ben Elton.

Nobody noticed he was there because, well, nobody looked high enough.

He just had an interesting one-sided text conversation with Harry Styles. Some high-tech software made it possible though...it's not sorcery.

"Well, he wont know when he needs me." Louis said in a playful tone.