Pale Blue Eyes.

part one

harry has always hated maths. he never understood it and there was no point in trying anymore. he was stupid.

his teacher said she'd get him a tutor and have the tutor sit next to him in class so he has someone to question if the teacher is too busy. he doesn't much like this because it highlights the fact he is stupid.

so today when he stepped into maths he was greeted with the fake smile that his teacher always wore around him.

"harry! good news. no one has to be moved to sit next to you because you're already sitting next to the smartest kid in this class, which is louis tomlinson," the teacher explained.

louis was a quiet boy. he has sat next to harry all year, yet has never said more than a word. he keeps his hair in his face and seems as if the wind could blow him down. although rumours say the opposite and apparently louis won't hesitate to fight you if you anger him. this came to be when one day louis came to school with a black eye and he wouldn't tell anyone where he got it but apparently someone saw him fighting a kid and the kid looked much worse than louis. nevertheless, harry doesn't want to be tutored by a rumoured psychopath. sadly, his failing grade doesn't give him the privilege to be picky.

harry sat down in his usual spot as the teacher began to talk about pythagorean triples.

"a trick to remembering these is squaring the smallest and dividing that by 2 and it should be between the other two numbers. for example 3 times 3 is 9 and half of 9 is 4.5 which is between 4 and 5 so your triple is 3, 4, and 5."

harry was listening but didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"now let me relate it to the trap music nowadays. To remember 8, 15, and 17 think of that song that goes '1738'. You have the 8 and the 17 and half of 30 is 15."

now harry was completely gone. he was too stupid to understand what this woman was trying to relay.

the bell rang a while later and harry knew he had to ask louis for his number or something. harry stood up and placed his hand on louis' shoulder and louis flinched and braced himself and shut his eyes tight. a moment later he peeked out of his right eye and saw harry looking at him strange.

"hey louis, im harry and i was wondering if we could get together sometime for you to tutor me?"

louis nodded.

"could I have your number then?"

louis nodded again and pulled out his nokia flip phone. he typed in the number as harry read them off.

"well, I'll let you go. i'll text you?"

louis nodded and let the room with his head down.

harry thought the boy was odd. but it didn't matter anyways because as long as he brought his grade up he won't have to deal with louis for very long.

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harry: hey louis, i was wondering if you were free this friday afternoon? so tomorrow.

louis: uh yeah, maybe. it depends on how my dad is feeling and if i can leave my house. but yeah it should be fine.