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“I told you you’d make it! This year is going to be the absolute shit, I can’t wait!” El squealed, dancing circles around Louis. It was the first day of school, and the list had been posted early in the morning, a bit before their first hour classes. Both Eleanor and Louis were on the squad, and their first practice was after school. “I would be lying if I didn’t say I was a little nervous. I mean, you should have seen the way the captains looked at me. I could tell they thought I was totally incompetent.” Louis admitted.
One in particular was judging the fuck out of him. Louis had demanded his name as soon as he exited through the gymnasium doors. “Oh, you mean Harry Styles? He’s dreamy, right?” Eleanor had giggled.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” Eleanor scolded, pulling Louis out of his flashback. “Everyone’s going to look at you like that. You are a freshman after all.” The bell rang, signaling for everyone to hurry off to their first classes of the day. “See you in maths, Boobear!” Eleanor said over her back as she ran off. “Wait, El!” But she’d already run out of Louis’s sight. He sighed. “Where’s room 225?”
Louis didn’t really know many people at HCHS, so he wandered blindly down the halls in search of room 225. Actually, he might as well have been blind, as he was met facefirst with someone’s chest. “Ugh, sorry, I-" Louis was stunned silent as he looked up and made eye contact with Harry Styles. “Watch where you’re going, mate” He smirked. It sounded more teasing than intimidating, but Louis was still on his guard when it came to this guy. “Yeah, sorry. I just couldn’t find my class.” He mumbled, almost incoherently. Harry snatched Louis’ schedule out of his hands. “Room 225?” Harry smirked even harder, revealing his second dimple. “I’m thinking going on the second floor would be a good start.” Louis flushed. There were floors at this school? He wouldn’t let Harry get the best of him, though. “Well, Harold,” he sniveled. “That would be a wonderful idea, if I could find the damn stairs.” Harry’s eyebrows rose at “Harold”. “No one calls me that, Boobear” Louis was blushing before, but his face was flaming now. “C’mon, I have that class now anyways.” Harry grinned, clearly amused. Louis followed reluctantly. “Aren’t you a senior? Why didn’t you take driving education before?” Louis asked. “I was too busy doubling up on science and maths.” Harry responded. “Figured driving would only be relevant as I went to college.” Louis nodded. “That makes sense. Must have been pretty stressful, though.”
“Only during cheerleading season. Otherwise I actually don’t have much to do.” Harry responded, pushing his messy curls off of his face. “Besides,” He added, turning his head around to gaze at Louis. “I know plenty of ways to de-stress.” Louis almost fell on his face right then and there. The second bell rang. “Sorry, did I make you late?” Louis asked, embarrassed. “Conveniently, we can afford to be a little late. Seeing as you’re a first year student and all.” Harry answered.
“Conveniently?”
“Yes, I’d like to get to know you better. I am your Team Captain after all.”
Harry leaned against a locker. “So tell me, Boobear. Why DO you want to join cheerleading? I mean, besides ‘it seems fun I guess’” Louis blushed for the millionth time that day and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Well, it’s Louis, not Boobear. And… I’m actually not sure why I joined.”
“So it wasn’t to get in the girls’ skirts?” Harry cocked his eyebrow at Louis.
“NO,” Louis started blubbering. “I mean- did you mean wearing them or having sex with them? The girls I mean, having sex with the girls , because I don’t want to do that or you know, wear their skirts, I don’t want that either I just like wanted to cheer with El because I don’t have much friends and I’m not opposed to sex just not with girls like vaginas are kind of gross, you know? Like weird and mushy and-”
Harry waved his hands in front of Louis’s face before he could go more in depth about his disgust towards female reproductive organs. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. I wasn’t accusing you of anything. There are already two guys on the team who joined for that exact reason. Niall and Liam. But they fell in love with cheerleading more than girls you know? It was kind of infuriating in the beginning actually, they kept dropping flyers because they were getting so ‘distracted’.”
Louis tried not to stare as Harry went on talking about the rest of the male cheerleaders. Harry was frustratingly beautiful. Everyone probably wanted to get with Styles, Mr. Curly Hair- Angel Lips- Gorgeous Cheer Captain Styles. He even led people to think stupid things like “angel lips” apparently…
“We should probably get back to class.” Harry said, breaking Louis’s train of thought before it could get completely out of hand. Harry put his hand on Louis’s bicep and smiled that stupid perfect smile of his. “Cool talking to you, mate.”
Harry was going to be the death of him.