Chapter 1
Hello, everyone! This is my new book! I hope I get the same amount of comments and love as I got on *Temptation Island*! Enjoy! xoxo Sam
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Finally, Louis could hear the bell. School had been killing him all day. He just wanted to go home, crank up the music in his room, and invite Zayn over for some gaming.
“Hey, mate, so we still on for tonight?” Zayn asked.
Louis nodded. “Yeah, be at my place at six. My mom’s making spaghetti.”
“Sweet.”
Both boys grabbed their backpacks and headed for the door. They could finally escape this hellhole called school.
“Louis?”
Or not. Louis turned around to face his English teacher.
“Yes?”
“Can you please stay for another minute?”
Louis rolled his eyes but nodded, dropping his heavy bag full of books again. It thudded on the floor.
“Can you tell Eleanor I’ll call her when I’m home?” Louis asked his best friend.
“Sure. I was looking forward to waiting for you, mate, but I have to drop Perrie off at home.”
“No worries. See you later!” Louis gave his best friend a fist bump and walked towards the teacher.
“What’s up, uncle J?” Louis hopped onto one of the desks and grinned at the man in front of him.
“Louis…” the man said, a warning tone creeping into his voice.
Louis rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Sorry, we’re at school. What can I do for you, mister Corden?” Louis said, dripping with polite sarcasm, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.
“You, nephew, will be the death of me one day. Anyway, this is important, Louis, so I’d appreciate it if you just sat down and listened carefully.”
Louis listened and took a seat on the chair under the table he’d been leaning on. Mister Corden settled behind his desk.
“It’s only the end of October, Louis. Have you seen your grades?”
Louis stayed silent. He knew his grades weren’t great. It wasn’t his fault, though. He had a lot to juggle. He had to hang out with Zayn, give enough attention to his girlfriend, maintain his status—no way he had time left for studying.
“You’re lucky I haven’t told your mom yet. Maybe I will later, when I come over for dinner.”
“Uncle, please, no!” Louis begged. He couldn’t disappoint his mother like that. She’d be so upset.
“Look, Louis. You’ve been skating by for years. This year is your senior year. You’re going to university next year. A 5 out of 10 at the end of the year won’t cut it. If you want to get into a decent university, you need to do something.”
“Like what, uncle? I’m not the brightest kid, and you know it.”
“That’s nonsense. You’re smart, Louis. Just lazy. Look, I signed you up for something.”
Louis raised an eyebrow.
“Signed me up? For what? Don’t tell me I’m on the mathletes now!”
James chuckled.
“Don’t be stupid, Louis. I know that’s not your thing. I signed you up for an exchange program. I discussed it with your mother, and she thought it was a lovely idea. She gave me her permission, so it’s settled. In two weeks, someone from LA will be flying to Doncaster. They’ll stay at your house for three months. After that, they fly home, and a month after that, *you* go to the United States for three months.”
“WHAT? Three months?! What about Zayn? And Eleanor? What if people forget about me here at school? No, this is horrible!” Louis felt anger boiling in his blood. He loved his uncle to death. He was like a second father since his own died, but he couldn’t be serious right now.
“Lots of people would kill to be in your shoes right now, Louis. It’s an amazing opportunity, and it’s something that will blow universities away. It’s a good chance to boost your grades. Come on, mate. Three months in the United States is amazing. It’s a beautiful country.”
“So I don’t have a say in this, do I?”
“No, you don’t.”
Louis rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack from the floor again.
“I’ll see you at dinner.”
“See you, Louis.”
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The sun shone on Harry, reflecting off his pink sunglasses. They had class outside now. Harry went to the LA arts school, so everything was relaxed and chill—just like Harry himself. Right now, they had gym, and the teacher decided it was a good idea to do some yoga. Harry really enjoyed it and felt the stress leaving his body.
“How can you balance yourself like that?” Niall, Harry’s best friend, whispered, yelling as he tried to stand on one leg.
“Niall, sh. This is yoga. You’re supposed to be quiet.”
“But…” Niall couldn’t finish his sentence and tumbled onto the grass, making the other students laugh.
“Oh no, Niall!” Harry offered his hand to the fake blond and helped him up.
“I hate gym class. Can’t wait for painting class to start.” The blond mocked.
“Oh, come on, sweetheart. This is fun! Don’t you feel yourself relax?”
“No, I feel pain in my bum, that’s what I feel.”
“I could always massage it, you know?” Harry winked.
“I’m going to tell you again, H. If I was gay as well, I’d do you. Unfortunately I don’t feel attracted to dicks and I do like licking pussies.”
Harry made a disgusted face. “Pussies? Just disgusting.”
“Mister Styles? Is Mister Styles attending this class?”
Miss Johnson, the secretary, was standing on the grass field where Harry’s class was doing yoga.
“Yes, Miss! That’s me!” Harry smiled and waved at the older woman.
“You have to come with me. Principal Peterson is asking for you.”
The whole class watched Harry with curious eyes. Harry to the principal? The guy was a saint. It was impossible he’d done something wrong.
Harry followed the woman. She knocked on the door and opened it when she heard a ‘come in’.
“Mister Peterson, here is Mister Styles.”
The man smiled at Harry and gestured to the chair, saying Harry could sit down.
“Hi, Harry! Are you okay?”
“Yes, sir. I’m just a bit confused… Have I done something wrong?”
The man laughed.
“Oh no, Harry. You haven’t done anything wrong. I called you here to congratulate you!”
“Congratulate me?”
“Yes, Harry. I’ve reviewed over a hundred applications to participate in the UK exchange program. I called you in to share the good news that we’ve picked you! In two weeks, you’ll be attending Doncaster High and you’ll stay there for three months. I would like to add that we will miss you that time here at school. I was doubting if we could miss you here as you are helping a lot with different programs and clubs we are running but we would like to give you this chance. Are you happy?”
A huge smile appeared on Harry’s face.
“I’m over the moon, Mister Peterson!”