Chapter 1: Tulips and laughter when we first met
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There is a slick sound whenever the knife is cutting through strong, moisturised and green material, which is apparently the stem of a flower.
He had been very focused on his repeating action so that when the door opens, he only realises it a few seconds later because of a quiet cough. Startled, Harry looks up, straight into a bright, friendly blue.
“Oops!”, Harry blurts out, not able to say anything smarter due to the confrontation with such stunning eyes.
The owner of those eyes then smirks a bit and responds with “Hi”, an amused undertone in his voice. Harry suddenly remembers that this boy was a customer and he has to serve him, not stare into his soul.
“How can I help you, Sir?”, he asks politely and places the knife in his hands on the table. Harry tucks his arms behind his back and rounds the counter to get closer to the other boy.
The boy, who is in fact around a head shorter than Harry, turns to him and tells him that he needs some playful flowers such as tulips. Harry nods. “Well tulips are quite cute but in my opinion a bit boring, you know? They´re very common flowers and I don´t know, but you don´t seem like being any of those things”, he says and hastily adds:” Well, as much as I can say from knowing you for like two seconds”.
The boy raises an eyebrow. “Ah, yes, but I guess I should take that as a compliment.”, he winks at Harry, who looks shyly to his own feet. “And what would you recommend to me then?”, the guy asks curiously, looking at the curly boy. Harry looks the one in front of him up and down, to find out what his character might be like and not to check him out, obviously. Well. Maybe also a bit checking out because there is something good looking to check out.
He takes in the worn out, black vans, rises up to well-fitting and also black skinny jeans, meets a loose hanging, white shirt in the middle and then comes to the top part. Soft, brown hair that is a bit dishevelled but matching very good with the little stubble on a graceful chin and those EYES. Those magically, kind of unnatural blue eyes. Harry decides that those are the prettiest eyes he has ever seen.
But he has to concentrate on his task, right, flowers Harry. It seems like the guy wants to make some comment, so Harry quickly asks how he wants his flowers and if he wants them in a bouquet or otherwise. “You actually don´t have to make me a bouquet because I kind of like arranging them myself, you know?”. Harry looks up, “So you are creative a person then, good. What I need to know is the size of your vase, like if it´s short or long.”, he asks.
“I have one which is kind of short but on the other hand thick, if you understand what I mean.”, the costumer looks expectantly to Harry, who seems confused. So, he describes it to him: “Ok, so it´s just as if you imagine a dick”, Harry’s eyebrows immediately shoot upwards, “I´m sorry for that comparison but it fits perfectly. So, imagine a dick and this dick is like regular size but for that it´s thicker than the usual. Yeah that´s pretty good describing it.” He scratches his neck, realising what he just said.
“It´s your favourite vase then.”, Harry assumes, still trying to get those pictures out of his head and the water out of his mouth. The other boy shakes his head.
“My favourite vase is kind of long but not as thick, sadly it´s still in one of the boxes.”, he explains and Harry isn´t so sure anymore if they are talking about vases or dicks. He feels like they need a change of the subject, so he asks what boxes he was talking about.
Apparently, the boy is new in Harry´s town and moved in last week with his mother and sisters. “And will you be going to Canyon High School after the summer break?” Harry asks. “Since it´s the only one near this town, yeah, I´ll be going there. What about you?”, the other boy responds. Harrys eyes light up, “I´m also in Canyon High!”, he exclaims, “Which year are you in? I´m in twelfth.” He´s so excited that he doesn’t even notice the slightly mocking tone from the other boy, who now says “Well I´m in thirteenth actually, so I´m older than you, huh?”. But Harry isn’t really bothered and offers to show him the school and help him with anything he´ll be needing at the start of school.
“Thanks mate! That’s like really nice, I´m Louis by the way.” He offers a hand which Harry takes and shakes, “I´m Harry, no problem.”
Louis smiles, “Hi Harry. Oh wait, lets exchange numbers so I don’t have to search for you on campus!” “Well, you can almost always find me in this shop, but yeah, good idea.” Harry returns the smile and grabs for his phone.
He goes for contacts but then sees a message from his boyfriend on the screen. He frowns, right now is actually no good timing for Juliens complaining but Harry still clicks on the message. It reads:
Where tf r u?? U said u´d come to the field after my practice
Harry sighs and texts:
As always I´m in the shop
Never said anything bout coming m sry though
Wanna meet at mine at 7?
“I´m sorry to peek but who the fuck is this bloke?”, Louis suddenly asks disapprovingly. “Don´t mind, it´s just my boyfriend, Julien. He thought I´d wait at the pitch after his practice.”, Harry quietly fidgets with one of his bracelets and keeps his look down.
Louis observes his behaviour and just speaks out his thoughts: “I don´t know what standards you´ve got but my boyfriends are not allowed to speak with me like that. And if they do, they´ll get some serious speech from me about respectful treatment and stuff”.
Harry looks up with an astonished expression but the older boy isn´t finished yet. “What were you saying? Pitch and practice? What kind of pitch?” “He plays footie as the captain in the school team, he´s pretty good”, Harry says a bit proudly.
But Louis doesn´t really seem impressed, he scoffs. “I bet I´m better than him. But why does he have to be captain? That´ll be a great start for me.” The last part he says sarcastically, crossing his arms.
“You also play football?” Harry asks, completely ignoring the offend to his boyfriend. “Yup, that’s one of the reasons why I chose Canyon High, your team´s quite good.” Harry nods,” That´s true, been to a lot of games. I mean, obviously.”
“Yeah, I´ll see. You´re not playing?”, Louis raises an eyebrow, “No I´m way to clumsy”, Harry chuckles and Louis teases him for being clumsy but working with knifes all the time.
After their banter and finally exchanging numbers, Harry is in his own thoughts while picking the purple and yellow tulips for Louis (they agreed that even though tulips are simple, they´re still pretty). Even though it was just a little teasing, he thinks about what Louis said to his clumsiness. The work with all those pretty flowers is just something he really loves doing and he always loses himself a bit in the creative process of creating bouquets and other things, but in a good way.
So he guesses all the distraction that the flowers cause lets Harry forget about his clumsiness. That’s actually quite a pretty thought, he thinks and smiles to himself.
“Well, maybe it´s not taking all the clumsiness”, he mutters while picking up the shards from the vase he just accidentally threw off a table. Luckily, Louis comes to help him, trying hard to hold in a laughter. As Harry stands up to throw away the shards, he slips on the wet floor and lands directly on top of Louis, who is now laughing uncontrollably with a curly boy in his arms. “Oh my god, Louis! I´m so sorry!”, Harry exclaims, but as Louis isn´t making any moves to get up and seems very fine, he just joins the laughing.
They´re both so occupied with sitting on the floor and giggling that they don’t notice the blond guy standing in the doorframe.
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“Harry? You said you´re at work”, the blond questions, „that doesn´t look like work”, he emphasizes the last word in weird way.
Louis and Harry both look at him with big eyes and Louis leans to Harry’s ear to ask: ”Who´s that?”. At this, Harry wakes up from his rigidity and suddenly jumps up from Louis´ lap.
Then suddenly two things happen at once: Harry runs towards the blond guy and happily screams “Julien!”, but while doing that he accidentally slams his elbow in the most private region of Louis´ lap. The boy screams in immense pain and folds himself into a small ball that rocks back- and forwards. Harry quickly turns away from his boyfriend and hurries back to the now whimpering ball called Louis.
After Harry apologized multiple times and made sure Louis is mostly fine, he still doesn´t want to leave his side as they both sit down on a bench in the back of the flower shop.
Julien, who seems a bit annoyed, then points out that Louis only got hit in the balls and not lost a leg or else.
“I think you can leave his side now Harry or are his balls not strong enough to stand a little push?”, he teases towards Louis and his mouth turns into a challenging but mean smirk.
Louis directly spins his head around and stands up to face Julien with narrowed eyes. “Did you just call me a wimp?”, he asks quietly and very slowly. But his opposite only seems amused by Louis` reaction on the teasing, as he calmly responds:” No, not concretely.”
He purses his lips and pretends to be very interested in his nails. Louis scoffs, “You know what? I think that actually makes you a wimp because you can´t say that straight in my face!”. Now Juliens eyes snap back up but as he starts to say something back, Harry quickly stands between them, turning their attention to him with raised hands.
“Guys, none of you is a wimp or whatever. I´m the actual idiot, alright? I was the one who hurt Louis and I decided to stay with him. He didn´t ask me. So please don´t fight over that! I- “, “You´re not an idiot Harry.” Louis interrupts the little speech, and a short second later Julien decides to agree with a short “Yup”.
Harry´s satisfied by that and walks to the counter, where he left Louis´ flowers a few minutes ago.
“Back to the original reason why you came here, Louis.” He smiles in his direction and holds up the flowers. A try to change the subject and to light up the mood a bit. Thankfully, Louis returns the smile and walks away from Julien, towards his flowers.
Harry´s boyfriend stays in the back of the store and takes out his phone as a distraction. Harry can really sense the uncomfortableness in this action but ignores it and concentrates on the fact that it´ll keep Julien quiet while he can finally serve Louis.
“I´m really sorry for his behaviour, it´s usually not that bad.”, he whispers to the blue-eyed boy and smiles apologetically. Louis raises his eyebrows and whispers back:” Don´t fucking apologize for his behaviour, okay? And also, if you think that I don’t want to be friends with you after that, screw this thought because I´d really like to be friends with someone as nice as you, Harry.”, he smiles and adds with a wink: ”And I think it´ll be quite funny with you and your clumsiness.” Harry chuckles relieved and says that he´d also like them to be friends with each other.
He wraps the flowers into some paper and reaches them over the counter for Louis to take them.
The tulips tucked safely in his arm, Louis opens the glass door and turns around to say goodbye to Harry (and to Julien because he´s a nice person).
Harry returns it and tells him that he´ll write him later so that Louis will have his number.
As it is Friday, Harry and Julien decided to go to the pub in town with some of Julien´s mates and stay there for the evening. It´s a mild summer one with the sunset painting a beautiful background and a low breeze carrying chirps of birds and the chatter of happy people.
Harry closes his eyes and inhales the familiar scent of such summer nights. He smiles to himself and slowly opens his eyes again, looking around the people he´s sitting with in the outdoor part of the pub. They are all friends of his boyfriend which means that he just barely knows them and he´s not that keen on making conversation with almost strangers.
But Harry is happy to only be in his thoughts, analysing the other guests and secretly listening to their chats about everything and nothing. He hears a heartly laughter and remembers that he had a really good laugh too, earlier this day.
That makes him think of his new friend Louis.
Harry immediately liked him and the way they got along so easily already. It´s a bit like Julien had been with him in the beginning.
Julien would always ask about Harry´s day and had been interested in the things he told him. They wrote every evening and had funny but also deep conversations, a good mix of it. It also seemed as if they shared a lot of same interests. As three weeks had passed, Harry asked for a chat in person, and they met each other on a snowy day in a café. After five “dates”, if you can call them like that, Harry told Julien that he maybe sees more than a friend in him and Julien excitedly said that he had wanted to tell him the same thing. They became boyfriends and that status lasts until now, half a year of a relationship behind them.
He looks his boyfriend up and down, the way he sits beside him and how his arms are in his lap. Harry furrows his eyebrows, he´d much more like those arms or at least one of it around his shoulders. A few months ago, he would have just taken one arm and buried himself in it, feeling safe. But Harry isn´t so sure anymore if Julien would even accept that without being asked before. It´s something where he doesn´t really know how or when it happened but it was a transition he didn´t realise was taking place or maybe he didn´t want it to be true. When their relationship started, they did all things together and most importantly decided everything as a pair. Now, it´s growing into something where they mostly do the things Julien wants to do and when Harry mentions something he´d like to do, Julien is often busy with other things such as practice. Harry widens his eyes. He starts to realise it now, what their relationship has turned into. It´s definitely something he doesn´t love as much as before anymore. Maybe Louis was right with what he had said about respectful treatment.
(At some point, when they hadn’t been together, Harry wasn´t sure what they even were so he wrote a mix of a song and poem about that time:
I actually don´t know, what you´re thinking of me
Is there a friend or more, what you see?
Askin´ every eve ´bout our days
As three weeks pass, in a haze
First, I realized we´d get along,
Then how you´re so pretty and strong.
Dunno why I´m writing this,
Maybe it´s something I don´t wanna miss.
Why are my thoughts messing,
I´m always fucking questioning.)
He then had the luck to get his confusion right because they got together and everything was fine. But now Harry feels like this confusion has returned and maybe there won´t be a good ending this time. Well, that makes Harry sad now and it´s usually not like him to be this pessimistic. A technique he often uses to feel good again, is to think of all the good things that happened to him on that day. So, he does that now.
He sums up a few things but the best part about his day seems to be the funny interaction with Louis. It clicked so easily and it felt so light and simply happy. Harry smiles and remembers that he promised to write him so that he would also have Harry´s number.
This finally takes him out of his dark thoughts and back to reality. The pub, the breeze and all those happy people. Harry grabs his phone and goes for “new chat”. Louis had saved his number under Louis (:, the smiley seeming very friendly.
H:
Hii, this is Harry from the flower shop :)
Now you´ve also got my number!
He hits send and a few seconds later his phone buzzes, announcing Louis´ respond.
Louis :) :
Oh hi there!
How are u?
H:
I´m alright, just a bit bored because I don´t have any friends here...
What about you?
Louis :) :
That sounds like u need some entertainment huh ;)
I´m fine it´s quite cool in my new room
H:
Omg that´d be greattt.
Maybe tell me bout ur room??
Louis :) :
Ok! I can do that
My room is much bigger and better than the one I had before
And the tulips make it even better!!
(Photo) see? They fit perfectly :D
H:
Ohh yeahh
They look very cute there :)
I´m happy that u like them!
“Why are you smiling, babe?”, Julien suddenly asks from the side, seeming genuinely curious. He makes Harry jump a little because he was so focused on texting with Louis. His smile is because it makes him happy that Louis likes the flowers, and he always loves feedback from his customers. But he lies and tells Julien it´s just because of a cute puppy he saw on Instagram. His boyfriend nods and turns around to his friends again.
Harry´s relieved that he didn´t ask more about it. It´s not like he wouldn´t tell Julien, normally he always shows him when people are happy with the work he has done. But it´s got to do something with Louis and as Julien has a specific opinion on him and is also a bit drunk, Harry just doesn´t want him to get upset over some text messages.
His phone buzzes with a new message from Louis and that makes Harry smile again while opening the text and responding to it.
They texted for almost two hours but Harry didn´t quite realize that, so he´s surprised when suddenly all the people at their table stand up to leave. At least Julien waits for him, even though he does so while tapping his foot impatiently.
The sky is almost completely dark now as they make their way home. Harry discovers some stars and there! Was that a shooting star? He quickly closes his eyes to make a wish. What a beautiful ending for this evening that somehow turned into a good one, he thinks.
“What did you wish for?” , Julien quietly asks.
Harry giggles a bit, “I´m not telling you! If I´d do, it wouldn´t come true, obviously.”
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His best friend is one of the funniest, kindest and genuine people Harry knows. They had met in kindergarten and have been hard to separate ever since, doing everything together. In elementary school they always had to sit next to each other and now in high school they still do that when they have the same courses.
Harry is often late to school, but he knows that Niall always saves him a seat so he doesn´t worry about that as he is also late today. He just quickly rushes to the seat in their maths class and greets Niall quietly. The teacher has already given out some worksheet and luckily she left one on Harry´s empty table too.
The whiteboard is almost full and it´s just been about ten minutes into class. Harry and Niall look at each other in pain because they both HATE maths. Their heads feel the same as the whiteboard looks: overloaded and complicated. Harry bets that when he´ll look at his notes tomorrow, he won´t understand anything. Great, really.
After two more hours nothing fits in their heads anymore and they practically run out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings for the first time.
A message from Louis lights up the screen of Harry´s phone, which he just took out of his pocket. It says that he´s standing in the entrance hall next to some lockers. Harry responds that he´ll be picking him up from there because that’s what they planned the other day. He promised to show Louis the most important places in the school and that he would make sure he´s not alone on his first day.
Niall decided to follow Harry towards the entrance and rambles about the breakfast he had this morning, loosing himself in describing the crunch of his cornflakes. That´s when he sees some friends of them and excuses himself, walking over to the small group and leaving Harry on his own.
He isn´t alone for a long time though because he meets Julien down the hall. They share a quick kiss, as to say good morning, and continue to walk in the direction of the entrance.
“I´m actually on my way to Louis because I promised to spend the break with him, wanna join?”, Harry attempts to start a conversation with his boyfriend who looks judgingly at him from the side.
“That short, weird dude whom you hit in the balls?”, Julien scoffs dismissively, “No, thanks. I´ve got some cooler guys to hang out with.”
Harry raises his eyebrows and puckers his lips. “Okay”, he says stretching the ´a´, “then I´m gonna go to my weird short friend now, bye.” He just turns around and walks sassily away from the blond boy.
The small conversation kind of got him in a bad mood and he hates that. Harry looks up with his forehead wrinkled in frustration and takes a look around the entrance hall to which he has just arrived. That´s when he sees Louis leaning to a locker and his features relax immediately at the sight of the older boy.
Harry takes the big stairs that lead to the locker, avoiding the stream of other students coming his direction and focusing on his friend. Just in that moment Louis looks up, his blue eyes meeting Harry´s green ones, and a smile appears on his lips as he recognises Harry who quickly makes his way to the other boy.
“Louis! Nice to see you!”, he happily says and wraps the one in front of him in a big hug. “Well same I´d say!”, Louis chuckles a bit surprised and hugs Harry back. When they break the hug, Harry wants Louis to tell him all his thoughts about the new school and if he already made friends.
Louis likes the school so far and as he excitedly talks, the minutes pass while Harry listens attentively. When the bell announces the end of the first break, they´re both surprised that time flew so fast and Louis promises that he´ll write Harry where he´ll be waiting for him after the next classes. They compared their timetables and found out that they have lunch break together today. It´s why Harry suggested that Louis could sit with him and his friends and Louis gratefully took the offer.
Now, after three boring classes Harry approaches the waiting Louis and makes him jump a bit because he was so focused on his phone. “Jesus, Harry, let the old man live.”, he mutters and puts away his phone. Harry smiles cheekily and nods in the direction of the cafeteria where his friend are already waiting for them.
Before they sit down, Harry introduces his friends to Louis and they go to get their lunch. “You´re friends seem very nice, I guess you´re a friendly-people magnet, Harry”, Louis tells him while they´re waiting in the line. Harry hums and thanks him for the compliment. “You know you just complimented yourself, do you?”, he rises his eyebrow but keeps talking, “And, do you recognise some of them from your classes? For example James, Matilda and Andie are also in year thirteen.” “Yeah, I do. This Matilda child is a fucking smart one, isn´t she?” Harry nods with wide eyes, “She won so many science awards and I don´t know what else. She´s super friendly and also funny”, he explains.
That’s when it´s their turn for the food so they quickly choose and buy their meals. Both of them eat a salad, Harry because it´s basically the only tasty vegetarian option and Louis because he started a diet for his football training-plan.
They return to their table and sit down. “Ough, are you rabbits or what?”, Niall asks with a disgusted expression on his face and bites in his greasy ham sandwich, some brown sauce drippling out of it. “Well, you´re right, that sandwich looks much more delicious than our poor vegetables, right Louis?”, Harry says ironically, looking to Louis for support and the other boy nods, pretending to be very envious of Niall.
The Irish doesn´t get the sarcasm though and laughs triumphantly, biting in his sandwich again. Louis and Harry look at each other, trying not to laugh and failing at it. As they laugh, a boy with raven hair comes to their table, asking what their laughing about, an amused smirk on his pretty face.
“Oh, hi Zayn! Long time no see, huh?”, Harry hugs Zayn, still having a big smile on his lips from laughing. As the boy with black hair tells them shortly where he has been over the summer and then breaks the hug with Harry, Louis seems to be able to see Zayn´s face fully now and widens his eyes in recognition. “Oi you´re that funny lad from my maths class! You´re someone that actually understands that shit”, he exclaims excitedly and raises his hand for Zayn to give him a high five. Zayn smiles amused again and excuses himself to get some food. Louis asks why they´re so close with Zayn and Harry explains that it´s because he once was in their year but then apparently had been too smart for their level and basically skipped one year. Louis nods with an impressed expression on his face. “Respect.”, he just states.
A few minutes later, everyone has their food and is eating happily, Harry´s telling how he and Louis met when he suddenly remembers something and gasps, making his listeners look up confused. “Oh my god, Louis! I totally forgot that I wanted to show you the most important places from Canyon today!”, he worriedly says, looking at Louis who looks back with raised eyebrows.
“Well guys, the lunch break isn´t over, so I guess it´ll definitely be enough time for the library and the garden, maybe also the quiet and loud room.”, Niall springs in to their help.
Seeming interested, Louis asks: “Loud and quiet room? That sounds cool.” “It kind of is but not that special you know. We can still go though. Thanks for the recommend, Nialler.”, Harry says, already standing up and gathering his things together. Louis does the same and then they say good-bye to the others, starting with the little school tour.
They begin at the library because it´s closest to the cafeteria. It´s the oldest hall of the school, the furniture and design stating that with a mysterious touch of elegance. Dark green velvet curtains frame tall but slim windows that almost reach to the parquet floor and face the fields of the school. Lying on the windowsills are fluffy pillows and blankets to get yourself comfortable on them. A few students are sitting on the large wood panels, lost in thoughts with headphones on and watching the nature outside but preferring to stay in the much cooler space filled with books. Harry himself often does that because he concentrates better in the calming quiet from thousands of words.
He watches Louis´ stunned expression as his eyes trail the massive wooden bookshelves that reach to the ceiling and seem to have endless books stuffed in them. The thick carpet silences his steps as he moves towards one of the spiral staircases leading up to a gallery with even more books. Harry just smiles to himself and follows Louis, not wanting to interrupt his exploring trance.
When he had started school here and walked into the library, he had had a similar reaction to the imposing and noble impression of this beautiful place.
The wooden staircase creaks and the sound brings Harry back to Louis who is now carefully walking up the stairs, holding the iron handle with one hand.
Harry loves the spiral staircases and also the gallery they´re leading to. The end of the little platform is out of their sight because the gallery goes around a corner but Louis just walks along the slim way and towards the corner.
Harry follows quickly while his smile widens because he knows that there´s something special around the corner. He catches up to Louis in just the right moment and takes in his reaction to the object that stands in the middle of the room but is still well hidden by the bookshelves.
“A Steinway grand piano.”, Louis whispers admiring and turns to Harry, “Why didn´t you tell me that there´s such a beautiful thing standing here? Can we go down and look at it more closely, please?”, he asks quietly. Harry smiles and whispers back: “Well of course, it´s also free for everyone who wants to play.”
Louis´ blue eyes light up even more and he eagerly grabs Harry´s arm, tugging him towards one of the stairways. They quickly make their way down to the black grand piano which stands elegantly in the middle of the room, elevated by a low pedestal.
Louis is excitedly walking in front of Harry and arrives at the black beauty first, walking up the two steps to the pedestal. He can see Louis´ reflection in the smooth surface of it as he reaches forward to touch the piano carefully and glides his fingertips over the edge guiding to the tiles. Louis steps closer, so that he´s standing right in front of the black and white keys and slowly sinks his finger down to one of them. Just in the moment that his skin touches the cold material of the tile, the bell rings to announce the end of the lunch break and he jumps away from the piano, holding his heart. He looks over to Harry who looks just as scared as Louis and gives him an apologetical smile.
“I guess we´ll have to come back some other time, classes start again in five minutes”, Harry says and gestures towards the exit of the library. The other boy sighs disappointed and hops down the steps of the pedestal, following Harry to the door.
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It´s Tuesday, the second day of Harry´s 12th year in school and also his favourite day of the new timetable. He´s had music, English and P.E. lessons and right now he´s eating his lunch with Louis in the cafeteria.
Harry went for a tomato soup this time and Louis took a meal with a lot of meat and earned an ´excuse me? ´-look from Harry the long-time vegetarian. His explanation was that he needs the energy for his first practice this afternoon which Harry accepted as an excuse.
They´re talking about Louis´ football experience when Niall joins them at the table, setting down his plate with a big pizza on it. “Wow, fifteen years is a freaking long time!”, Harry´s best friend jumps into the conversation and starts asking questions to Louis, listening excitedly.
Football isn´t really Harry´s topic but he likes to see his both friends talk about their shared passion, so he just leans back and listens. He watches Niall´s expressions carefully so he can make sure they stay positive. It´s still a sensitive topic for Niall who had to stop playing football a year ago due to a severe injury on his knee. Harry had been there for him in that time, when Niall felt as if he was losing everything he enjoyed and lost interest in a lot of things. It was also Harry who had helped him out of this dark hole and always made sure to look after him, made him attend other fun activities.
That´s why now a small smile forms itself on Harry´s lips as he sees his best friend happy like that. He quietly listens to their conversation and finishes his salad, licking his fingers clean. Harry looks back up and while his fingers are still in his mouth, Louis coincidentally makes eye contact with him, his gaze flickering down to his red lips sucking on his own fingers. His blue eyes wander back to Harry´s green ones and they get stuck in the moment, only looking at each other, when suddenly Niall lets out a loud cackle, laughing about a story he was telling. The other boys´ eyes immediately shoot to their blond friend who is coughing now because he swallowed a piece of peperoni. Louis, who sits next to him, quickly stands up to hit Niall´s back in order to get that thing out of his lungs.
After a few slaps Niall is able to breathe normally again and thanks Louis for his help. “No problem, mate”, he pats Niall´s back and sits down again, looking over to Harry who´s face has turned into a darker shade. “Harry are you alright?”, Louis squinches his eyes suspiciously at the one in front of him.
That´s when Harry releases the air he´s been holding in, breaking into loud laughter now. “Oh my god Niall! Your face was red like a crumply tomato!” he manages to say between laughs. Now Niall starts to laugh again too, falling back in his chair. Louis also joins them, his eyes crinkling and his wide grin showing his teeth.
Harry tries to calm his breath and starts to say something when suddenly his eyes open wide and he chokes on something. Louis reacts quickly again and helps the other boy to stop his coughing, soothingly rubbing his lower back. “Thanks”, Harry mumbles out and Louis smiles nicely. “You´re welcome little lad. Now, what did you choke on?” “Uh, my own spit…”, Harry trails off and his face already forms into a laugh again. Louis slaps his forehead and chuckles at Harry´s clumsiness.
The pillow makes a small huff-noise as Harry sits down on the comfortable material covering the windowsill. He places all his stuff next to him and opens the history book and his exercise book. After Niall and he had showed Louis the places left in Canyon High that are important, they went back to their class and now that those are over, Harry came to the library to finish his homework.
He wanted to stay in school because Julien has practice today and Harry would like to meet up with him after that. Besides, he can concentrate on his homework much better in the library rather than at Julien´s or his.
The sun is out and functions as Harry´s lamp, bringing a joyful colour to the pictures in his book. History is one of his best and favourite subjects which means the tasks are quite easy for him to solve. As soon as he´s done with the homework, he starts with his extra-task. The ancient Greeks´ period has always fascinated him with all the myths and how advanced their society and lifestyle had been. In class they had only talked about it for a few classes even though it´s such an interesting and deep topic. So, Harry decided to teach the other students more about his loved period in form of a presentation, a long one actually.
Today he begins with an introduction to the belief of the Greek: The Olympic gods. He knows most of the information by heart so he´s quick but also really into his work.
When he looks up the next time and checks his watch, more than half of an hour has passed which surprises him a bit. In about twenty minutes he should pack up and make his way to the football pitch. After those twenty minutes Harry is already done with half of the presentation and the best part for him is that it didn´t even feel like work!
He picks up all his belongings from the windowsill and stuffs them into his shoulder bag. On his way to the exit of the library he sees some of his friends among the few people that stayed in school and greets them with a smile.
The path leading to the school´s football pitch is surrounded by old trees with fresh, deep green leaves that draw patterns of shadows on Harry´s face and let him close his eyes, taking a deep breath. A loud shout makes him open them again and he looks to the direction where it came from. At the moment Harry can only catch a glimpse of the big green patch, tall trees blocking his view, but with every step getting closer to the pitch, he sees more of the people running on it.
There are still about ten minutes of practice left but Harry always enjoys it to watch the boys playing for a bit. Right now, they are in the end game, seven against seven and one team is wearing shirts while the other is running around naked except for their shoes and trousers. Harry grins, Julien had told him that the team lost the bag with their sports bibs and it seems as if they still didn´t find it. But as it is very warm in the sun, the team without shirts has the better card and Harry also doesn´t mind the view he is given.
Sadly, Julien still wears his shirt, but Harry watches him anyway, fascinated by his elegant and smooth movements and the way the ball seems to stick to his feet. His boyfriend is on the way to the goal and dribbles past two opponents when suddenly he gets to an abruptly halt in the middle of the field because someone stopped him and is now taking the ball. The boy without a shirt has brown hair and starts running towards the goal where he has a lot of space, as most of the shirts´ players are positioned in the front to help Julien with his offensive.
Now that he is coming closer, Harry recognises his face: Louis! It´s his blue-eyed friend who shoots a goal, a clever shot directly in the upper right corner. Even Harry, the non-football-fan, sees that it´s a beautiful goal and smiles to Louis, but he his not looking in his direction and doesn´t return it.
Instead, Louis puts his arms up in a small celebration which causes his abs to flex. He smiles to his team while running back to their half and Harry can only stare at his free smile and his toned torso. While Louis´s running he can also see the muscles in his legs and his trousers rise up a bit, exposing his great thighs. Now that Harry is looking at those gorgeous thighs, he can´t do help his eyes rising higher. He gulps. The black fabric of Louis´ trousers hugs his ass cheeks perfectly and makes them look round.
A sharp whistle takes Harry out of his daydreams and he realises that he must´ve stared at Louis´ ass for about seven minutes because practice is over now and everyone leaves the field. “Oh god”, he mumbles embarrassed and looks to his feet when Louis comes in his direction.
“Harry! What are you doing here?”, a familiar voice asks from behind and Harry turns to Julien. “Hey Ju, I just thought we could hang out at yours?”, but his boyfriend just looks at him confused and tells him that he meets up with some mates from the team this afternoon. “Oh, okay.”, a frown forms on Harry´s face and before he can say anything else, Julien has already turned around and walks away to his friends.
Harry lets his head drop, but just a second later he feels a soft tap on his shoulder and when he turns around Louis stands there smiling up at him. Harry returns the smile and smiles even bigger when Louis says: “If you want, we could hang out. I´m free and if that little”, he scrunches his nose in disgust, “doesn´t want to do something with you, he doesn´t deserve you.” And, of course, Harry agrees.
They collect Louis´ bag and his normal shoes and walk back the path to the parking lot. “Oh crab!”, Harry furrows his eyebrows, “I forgot that I have a shift in the shop today!”. But Louis doesn´t mind and promises to keep him company if it´s just a short shift.
Louis walked to school this morning, so they take Harry´s car to the little flower shop he works at. As there aren´t many customers today, it´s much more fun with Louis standing next to him at the counter. They joke and talk about nonsense and the two hours of his shift just fly by.
It doesn´t take them long to pack up all the plants from outside and stack them inside. Harry shuts the lights off and closes the front door.
“Will you guide me to your house?”, Harry asks and Louis nods while getting into the car. They had decided to head to Louis´ house because he still needed to shower and after that they wanted to hang out for a bit.
Harry parks his car in the driveway of Louis´ home which is next to a cute little flowerbed with tulips on it. “Aw! Tulips, your favourites, Louis”, Harry turns to Louis who returns his smile. He tells Harry proudly how he planted them himself a few days ago. “Very cool”, Harry laughs and gets out of the car to take a closer look at the flowers, “They´re still so small, so cute!”.
A few boxes still stand in the big room but it looks very homey nevertheless, with all the small objects placed on all of the furniture. Right now, Louis is in the shower but he allowed Harry to look around in his room. So that’s what he´s doing now. The photos on the walls are full of Louis with his many friends and they also show different flowers which makes Harry smile.
“I´ve got an idea Harold!”, Louis steps out of the bathroom with just a white towel hanging on his hips. “Huh?”, Harry asks confused and brings his look up to Louis´ face again. The older boy smirks amused and continues: “Theres this field right behind my house and beyond that are some wild meadows. It´s always very beautiful there in the evenings because it´s so hidden and a lot of wildflowers grow there.”. Harry agrees happily but quickly turns away and blushes because Louis shamelessly changes into clothes right in front him.
The door clicks and they´re out in the warm summer breeze, on their way to the meadow Louis talked about. The sun is already hanging low and creates an orange light on the few small clouds. Harry looks up with a content smile and closes his eyes to enjoy the moment when suddenly there´s a branch in his way. He can only open his eyes and fall towards the concrete, but then two strong arms are holding him. Luckily, his friend caught him and now helps him up. “Oh dear, you really trip a lot, do you?”, Louis chuckles and makes Harry blush.
They reach the field and soon the meadow with all the different flowers on it. Harry spins around himself with wide opened eyes and his arms spread to his sides. Louis leans to a tree watching him with crossed arms and a gleam in his smiling eyes.
“It´s so pretty, Louis!”, Harry giggles and lets himself fall in the grass beneath some daisies and cornflowers. The other boy walks over and sits next him, picking a daisy and putting it behind Harry´s ear. Giggling, the curly boy touches it and picks up a blue cornflower. “You need one too now and this matches your eyes!”, he softly puts it behind Louis´ ear and smiles widely. Louis quickly grabs his phone and takes a picture of this happy Harry. “Let´s take a selfie together!”, the boy with the daisy says excited. After they have taken a few photos with different poses, Louis puts away the phone and points to the sky. “Look, the sun is already setting. I love it to watch the sunsets here.”, Louis sighs happily.
They take in the colour range of orange that is spreading across the firmament and both of them stay silent, only watching.
Notes:
guysssss ahhhhhh
WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE??
bruhh I wrote this super long ago, it´s funny to read all of it again haha
this is honestly one of my favourite chapters, I mean THE AESTHETIC HELLO??!
I hooooope u liked it as well!! <33
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Chapter 5: The annoying shrimp
Notes:
hehehehehheheeeeeeeeeeeee
GUYS PLS DON´T MIND ME I HAVEN´T HAD ANY SOCIAL CONTACT CEPT MYSELF FOR LIKE FIVE HOURS HAHHHAHAHA AHHHHHHH BUT MUSIC CARRIESSS (I THINK U CAN ONLY SAY IT LIKE THAT IN MY LANGUAGE HA NVRMND)
I DONT KNOW BUT IM OBSESSED WITH LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN RN BUT ONLY FOR THE MOMENT
BUT WE NEED YANN TIERSEN BACK NOW OTHERWISE I CANT THINK PROPERLYYYY
#YANNTIERSENBANGSSSS #WHOOOOOOO??? #NOTMECZHESPROBS65ORSMTHANDIDONTWANTTOANDEWWWW btw some 19yr old dude hit on me today and ahhh ew and also a much older one also EW. ok ig it´s super weird without context so shut up me thx no problem ur welcome bebz GUYS ME TOO FROM MEGAN IS PLAYING SLAY
GO CORRECT THE SHIT NOW BITCH
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Chapter Text
Harry is furious. It was his favourite flannel shirt and most of it went on his Chelsea boots. Which are new. And were expensive. Very expensive.
Not to mention that those are the only useable shoes he owns.
That, combined with all the things that have happened before, gives him the rest.
Harry steps away from the couch, gets out of the freaking shirt, tosses it at Julien and shouts something incomprehensible, running out of the door towards the bathroom.
But back to the beginning of this disaster.
A few hours earlier…
It is a beautiful day. There are birds chirping in the tree right in front of Julien´s window and Harry listens to their joyful melodies with peace. But then a curse gets him out of his little bubble.
Harry turns to his boyfriend with furrowed brows and asks what´s wrong. “Ugh, I just can´t find my good luck hairband. Did you take it?”, Julien asks and narrows his eyes at Harry.
The curly boy just shakes his head tiredly. “Why would I take it? Have you looked in the drawers of your nightstand already?”, he suggests unbothered.
Today, Saturday, the boys’ team of Canyon High has its first game after the summer break and even though it isn´t a game for the league and just against a befriended school´s team, they still need to take it seriously. As Julien is the captain of the team, their coach always discusses the strategies for the games and every other important thing with him. Harry knows from him that today they wanted to see who stayed fit over the summer and if everyone at least tries to give their best. Just an analysis-game Julien told him.
“Found it!”, the headband had been in the drawer, just as Harry said before. He rolls his eyes and just sighs to himself.
After Julien put on his damn headband and his shoes, he finally says he´s ready to go. They get into Harry´s car and Harry watches the blond boy as he puts his things on the bench in the back of the car.
Harry really dislikes the good luck headband. It´s coloured in an old rose which may would have matched the pink writing on the light blue tricot of their team but as it has weird brown stains on the edges, it just looks disgusting.
The ride to school only takes ten minutes and they are the first to arrive. While Julien talks some important stuff with the coach, Harry leans on his car and waits for others to arrive. It seems like he doesn´t have to wait for too long because about five minutes later a player appearss from behind his car, his bike next to him.
“Harry! Hi! What are you doing here so early?”, an enthusiastic Louis greets him. Harry´s mood directly brights up at that and they start talking about the upcoming game. Their conversation flows easily and Harry really enjoys the contrast to Julien for once.
At the moment both teams are doing their warm-ups and Harry sits on some bench for the viewers, watching the boys and enjoying the sun that shines on his face. A few minutes later the first half starts and Harry watches intently from the first second. Their opponent starts off strong and shoots the first goal after only five minutes. Harry curses under his breath, but continues watching. There are more than eighty minutes left, so no worries, he tells himself.
Minutes before halftime there is still no goal for Canyon High and another one for the other team. Harry´s eyes follow Julien´s every move but today he just doesn´t play well. He plays midfield and is supposed to send the ball and, if given the chance, play a bit more offensive, maybe shoot a goal or two. Their coach´s plan is it to bring on Louis in exchange for Julien in the second half which seems like a good decision, looking at Julien´s terrible game.
Louis is sitting on the bench for the substitutes and seems very focused on the game in front of him. He looks nervous, or is it angry? Harry can´t really tell from the distance.
At half time the team gets an earful from the coach about their bad playing. He is usually a nice man but in such situations he becomes quite strict and also a bit loud sometimes. No one is saying a word, all ashamed of themselves. Especially Julien seems very down as he stands out of the circle of players with his head hanging low. But Harry doens´t feel like going over to him right now, he´d been to rude earlier.
Ten minutes later the team of Canyon High walks back on the field with new energy, motivated to shoot some goals and win this game. Julien and Louis switched places, one happy about it and the other, well, not so happy. The switch is obvious to see, as Louis is playing great and intercepts much more passes than Julien did before.
He smoothly plays out the defendants of the opposite and sends the ball to their striker in the front who gets it with his right foot and turns around quickly. There are no players in front of the goal, only the keeper, and he shoots. The ball flies and flies and- Harry and everyone else groans because the keeper caught it. Nevertheless, it was their first real goal-opportunity, and their coach seems very pleased with Louis. Harry can see from Julien´s frown that he´s pissed because of it and also because Louis helped it, but the curly boy is too happy for Louis to care about his boyfriend.
A few minutes later Louis does an action similar to the one Harry saw him do in practice. Most people don´t expect Louis to be fast because of his height but he´s extremely and said confusion lets him now dribble past three confused opponents which tried to stop him, now having a free way to the goal.
Harry forgets to breathe and watches closely as Louis lifts his foot, swings it forward and hits the ball with much pressure. Everyone´s eyes follow the ball which neatly lands in the upper right corner of the goal. Harry jumps from his seat and shouts in joy looking over to Louis who is quickly surrounded by a ball of his teammates and also jumping around. Louis just then looks up, directly into Harry´s eyes, and smiles brightly. Harry gulps and returns a weak smile sitting down again because his knees randomly started shaking.
The game continues and Harry´s knees are less shaky as he´s focused on the other players again. Within the next ten minutes Louis shoots two other goals and the mood of the Canyon High is great because now their the leader of the game.
As the match turns to its end, the audience on Canyon´s side is buzzing with joy and their team also strides over the field with confidence. Just as the last minute starts, Louis catches the ball with his left foot, leads it over to his right one and simply shoots it towards the goal from his position which is only a few meters behind the middle line. The net catches the ball and a roar bursts from the bleachers, completely drowning out the referee´s whistle. All the substitutes run on the field and Harry just joins them running towards the pile of people that covers Louis. It´s all sweaty arms and legs and no one knows who they belong to, but they don´t mind, too happy about the victory to care.
Nevertheless, Louis crawls up from between his teammates and tackles Harry to the floor hugging him tightly. At first, Harry is a bit startled but quickly catches himself and hugs the one above him just as tight. “Congrats! You did amazing! I think I´m your number one fan now!”, Harry says into Louis´ shoulder. The following laugh Harry can´t only hear but also feel, how it´s vibrating through Louis´ whole body and making him join the laughing.
They just keep on laughing out of happiness and Harry´s a bit overwhelmed by Louis beeing so close, feeling his body above his. But then Harry feels something soft press to his cheek, only for a brief moment, but did it feel like lips?
Suddenly Louis scrambles off of Harry, the laugh still in his face, but his cheeks seem to have turned into a slight red shade. Blush?, Harry frowns slightly, no that couldn´t be true. The older boy fixes his hair in a quick movement and just in the moment Harry wants to tell Louis to come back, his boyfriend steps in front of him, blocking the view.
"Heyy I was talking to Lou-", Harry protests and sits up, looking behind Julien, but his other friend´s already gone. He doesn´t even get to think about it any deeper because Julien apparently has eaten a load of shit that he needs to unload on Harry now.
As it seems, Julien is rather (maybe that´s underrated) annoyed about of how Louis shot all the goals and is now the hero of the team. “Anyone else could´ve shot those goals and anyways, he just had a lucky day, I guess. I mean, if I had been in his place after halftime, I would´ve shot five big fat goals.”, he rants but Harry mutters: “Rather big fat idiot”. Julien shoots him a confused look but keeps talking about how he is so much better than short Louis.
The rant continues through the entire day, so when they´re finally arriving at the victory-party in the evening, Harry is more than just annoyed now too, but because of Julien. They grab themselves something to drink and Harry follows his boyfriend to a couch in what seems like the living room.
Twenty-five minutes or five beers later, Julien is rather pissed but is still ranting about the game. Harry is only at his third bottle of alcohol-free-something and is starting to get proper super annoyed at Julien. He is thinking about getting something alcoholic even though he usually despises it, but given the situation, he just wants to get his mind off of Juliens negative vibes.
A few minutes ago, he saw Louis standing at the door and talking to someone with a smile on his face. ´He at least has the right to talk about the game´, Harry had muttered to himself and watched him longingly while sipping on his grapefruit-kiwi-grape-no wait we had that already-smoothie/shake-vegan-non-ugh-what does he know.
Ten minutes later Julien is STILL talking about how shitty Louis is and now that he is completely drunk, Harry isn´t only forced to listen to his bullshit but also looking after him so that he won´t be doing anything stupid in his drunken state. Harry bets that the people can practically see the anger leaking out of his eyes, the usually friendly green now a dark green, soaked with annoyance.
And now no one would even want to approach him and entertain him with a funny conversation because he looks like some angry criminal that is about to kill someone. Great, he thinks, What a GREAT party!. He grimly smiles to himself what makes him look even more dangerous and scary (He could definitely pull off the intimidating pouty mafia boss dude). With a cat on my lap and then I´d turn around and say- suddenly he hears something other than Julien´s ramble, which in fact has stopped now. The next second he feels the body next to him quickly move and then curve itself inwards.
“What the he- “, Harry can´t even finish his sentence because just in that moment hot, stinky liquid shoots all over his body, the source being Julien´s mouth. Harry can´t bring his body to move, the disgust freezing his muscles. But he is a ticking bomb and that is what finally makes it explode, all the negative energy he was holding in the entire day, waiting hungrily to burst free. After the first moment of shock, Harry jumps up and stands straight in less than a second. The shout he lets out can even be heard over the music blasting out of the speakers and makes everyone in the room look at him.
Harry is furious. It was his favourite flannel shirt and most of it went on his Chelsea boots. Which are new. And were expensive. Very expensive.
Not to mention that those are the only useable shoes he owns.
That, combined with all the things that have happened before, gives him the rest.
Harry steps away from the couch, gets out of the freaking shirt, tosses it at Julien and shouts something incomprehensible, running out of the door towards the bathroom.
He can´t believe how unlucky he is, as he´s standing in front of the long line leading to the bathroom. So Harry decides to just quickly drive home and clean up from the vomit there.
But going to his car means he has to walk through the living room again, means seeing the little wanker again. There is no other option, so he turns at his heels and goes back the direction he came.
A small circle has formed itself around the couch and in it´s middle Harry sees his boyfriend being petted by a freaking girl that cradles his cheeks while having her arm around his shoulders. His mouth falls open and he´s at the couch with only two steps in no time.
The air hisses as Harry´s flat hand makes its way through it and lands on Julien´s cheek with a loud smack. The random girl next to him gasps in shock, but that unfortunately makes Harry´s attention turn to her. “You little bitches”, he hisses and also slaps the girl´s cheek. Not casting one look back at the due holding their cheeks, Harry turns around to walk out of the room. He walks with his chin up high, in only his dirty jeans and Chelsea boots. The music has stopped but he doesn´t care as he´s already out of the front door.
“Wait, why did the music stop, you think something happened?”, someone in the dark asks. It´s Louis, Harry sees after narrowing his eyes at the spot in the black. “Oh no, nothing special, I think they´ll turn it on again in a moment”, Harry explains nonchalantly, the anger not noticeable in his voice.
That´s when Louis steps closer to him, into the shallow light. His features light up, “Harry! It´s you! Haven´t seen you all evening.” But Harry doesn´t really return the smile and Louis also seems to notice the missing shirt. He scrunches his eyebrows together questiongly.
“Did you got dumped after a quickie, huh?”, the boy Louis was talking to suddenly comments, a smug smirk playing around his lips. “Shut up Matthew!”, Louis shuts him down annoyed, but then, softer, asks Harry: “You okay? Want me to bring you home? Did you drink anything?”
He takes Harry´s hands into his and looks into the younger boy´s eyes, searching for anything wrong. Matthew rolls his eyes and luckily walks away, opening the front door and vanishing into the house.
“I´m, I don´t know. It´s about Julien... I´m annoyed as fuck...”, Harry trails off and looks down to their intertwined hands. The mention of Harry´s boyfriend´s name makes Louis scoff and he promises to bring him home and care for him. That brings a little smile to Harry´s lips but then he realises with a frown that Louis is pretty drunk and couldn´t bring him home in this state. So he suggests to drive them to Louis´ house because it´s the nearer one and it would also be better for a drunk Louis.
Louis agreed and now they are in the front yard of the Tomlinson´s house. Harry told him most of the story on the way and Louis is just as angry about it as he is.
They quietly stomp their way up to the front door and Louis searches for his keys, patting his front pockets but not realising that they are in his back pockets. Harry chuckles and boldly grabs the keys from the smaller boy´s pocket, his fingers grazing Louis´ plump bum. Harry´s chuckle fades and he gulps as he looks up to Louis´ eyes which are already focused on him with blown pupils.
He can hear Louis´ breath hitch. The alcohol, it has to be the alcohol, Harry tells himself, clears his throat and tears his eyes away from Louis´ to open up the door. Louis stumbles in and Harry is right behind him to steady him.
Half an hour later Louis is safely tucked under his blanket and fast asleep. At least, Harry was able to get him changed, though he refused to brush his teeth. Harry had just rolled his eyes and pulled down Louis´ trousers to change his clothes, which made him go quiet out of a sudden. And now that Harry´s work as a drunk-people-helper is done, he also quickly gets himself ready for bed.
As there´s no other bed and Louis´ one is big enough for both of them, he just shrugs to himself and climbs under the blankets next to the other boy. He wears nothing more than his boxers because he came without pyjamas and Louis wasn´t in the state of being able to lend him some clothes, but he guesses his friend won´t mind. Only one minute later the curly boy is drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and his last thought being about the nice smell they have.
Notes:
BOOOOOOM I´M DONE FUCK ME IT´S 4 A.M. YEEEHAWWWWWW
SO I´LL GO TO BED AND U CUTIES GO READ AND COMMENT AND GIVE KUDOS, DEAL?
THX A LOT I LOVE Y´ALL SUPER MUCH AND IDK IF THAT´S MUCH BUT WE´RE ALRDY OVER THE 160 HITS AND JUST THAAAANK UUUU <33
#yanntiersennnnahhhhhh #udontgetithesliterallythebest #okno1disthebest #butyanniisthebestforwriting #gotosleepbitch #cananyoneplsmakemeacodename??? #fanksssss #cutiepies=you
#goodnight #dontmindmeeeee #wtf #bye #ahhhhhhhhhhh
Chapter 6: woman.
Notes:
AHHHHHHHH I COMPLETELY FORGOT!!!!!
I´M SOOOOOOOOOOOO SO SO SORRYYYYY
I hope I didn´t loose all my readers ´sniff´ and ur still reading this...
WOULD MAKE ME SUPER HAPPY <3
thanks for staying he
1. I´m gonna finish a homework rq (I need to do it :( )
2. I´M GONNA SPRINT THROUGH THIS CORRECTION (just as if salmon cowbell would chase me..)
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Chapter Text
Harry opens his eyes.
Closes them because he still feels tired.
But then he opens them again, abruptly. He narrows his eyes and tries to get them used to the bright morning light.
Did he forget to close the curtains last night? Wait. He didn´t forget it, he just didn´t know if there is anything to shut the light away because he isn´t familiar with the room.
But why?
His brain isn´t really a morning person. `Can you say that like that? ´, he questions himself.
Maybe: his brain doesn´t function well at such an early hour. Yup.
Great.
And now, that he realised that, he focuses on the more important question at the moment:
Where is he?
As his eyes adjusted to the light now, he´s able to scan the room.
Clothes on the floor and a football on a small red-and-orange-coloured carpet. A cupboard with a vase full of tulips and a few picture frames on top of it.
In the corner across from the bed he sees a bookshelf which looks a bit over-stuffed. Next to it: a moving box. Harry brings his eyes to the other corner where a piano stands.
It´s made of dark wood whose dull but well-looked-after surface doesn´t reflect the incoming sunlight.
Wait, he knows this room. Quickly, he turns his look to the other side of the bed he is laying in.
Next to him lays Louis, wearing nothing more than his boxershorts and his body clung tightly to Harry´s. The sight makes Harry still in his movements.
Louis. Is. Laying. In. One. Bed. With. HIM. Half-naked!
That´s also when he realises he´s wearing only his boxershorts too. “Oh shit, we did not…”, Harry mutters to himself and furrows his eyebrows. He tries to remember if they did anything but luckily, he´s sure they didn´t.
The last night comes back to his memory in pieces. All that anger and how Louis shared it with Harry. It makes the curly boy smile.
He lets his eyes wander over Louis´ elegant facial features. The special shape of his now closed eyes and the long, dark lashes fluttering lightly whenever Louis is taking a deep breath. The way the back of his nose leads down to it´s cute button tip just like a slide. How his cheekbones rise majestically to two mountains beneath his eyes while the bones under the smooth skin form sharp lines like streams flowing from the top and losing themselves at the bottom where also Louis´ lips start. They have the colour of a pale cherry and are parted lightly. Harry wants to kiss them.
He furrows his eyebrows. These thoughts are not appropriate because he apparently has a boyfriend.
A boyfriend he´s very angry with at the moment. Harry shakes his head a bit, to get the thoughts away, but suddenly Louis starts to move.
Harry curses in his mind thinking he woke up the other boy. But Louis doesn´t seem like he´s about to wake up or move away from Harry. Instead, he only snuggles himself closer to Harry´s body, now laying half above his torso and his face pressed on the younger boy´s chest.
Harry widens his eyes in surprise but his expression quickly changes to confused. Something hot and wet is covering his left nipple. What the? Oh!-
Just in the moment he realises that it´s Louis´ mouth, said mouth starts lazily sucking on Harry´s fucking nipple. The younger boy´s eyes flutter close immediately and his heart starts to beat faster.
After a few seconds, he can´t hold his breath anymore when Louis goes on to drape his tongue over the thick patch of Harry´s skin. A quiet moan escapes Harry´s lips and he tries to ignore a particular part of his lower body.
Louis mumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth still on Harry´s skin. Then, his eyes begin to open slowly.
Harry looks expectantly into the blue eyes which are now focusing on his green ones. At first, a happy expression swims in the ocean in front of Harry but then a fast wind freezes the water surface in a shock of realisation.
Louis is quick to pull himself out of Harry´s arms and away from his nipple, his mouth open but him being too shocked to say anything. He sits on the bed now, while Harry is still spread out, laying half-naked on his back and with a slight bulge showing at the front of his pants. It makes him feel embarrassed and exposed. But when he dares to sneak a look at Louis, he sees that the other boy has a similar problem.
It makes him brave enough to fully turn his face towards Louis again. He stares at him on edge and waits for the older boy to say something, keen on how it´s going to continue. Louis looks down to his lap and then back up, straight into Harry´s eyes. For a short moment something flickers in his blue eyes, making Harry´s heart flutter a bit. Harry shifts under the gaze of Louis.
Unfortunately, he shifts to the right, where the bed ends. The next second he lands on the floor with a thud. He only hears the laughter coming from the bed and starts laughing too. But then he can also see the laugh, how it´s lighting up Louis´ whole face, because he peeks over the edge of the bed.
“You alright?”, Louis manages to say between laughs. Harry nods, giggling madly. They calm down a bit after a few seconds and Louis holds his hands out for Harry to get up. On the mattress again, the clumsy boy crawls under the covers and plants his face in the pillow, huffing. Like that, he can´t see that Louis smiles down at him fondly.
“So, tell me how we ended up here, cause I have a massive blackout about yesterday.”, Louis frowns a bit, “The only thing I remember is someone throwing up. God! I didn´t throw up, did I?” Harry chuckles into the pillow and turns his head so he can see Louis.
“No my dear, it wasn´t you- “, “Sorry to interrupt but you sound like a grandma” Harry raises his eyebrows, but continues. “Oh really? Thank you, Lewis. Anygays, what I wanted to say was that Julien threw up on me last night.” He finishes.
“Ewww!”, Louis´ face is scrunched up in disgust. Harry nods seriously. “This dirty little rat!”, and that’s how Louis´ shit-talk about Julien starts.
As Harry is still pretty furious about Julien, he is also actively talking and fuels the conversation with information about the things Julien has lately done to him.
This talk, and Louis, opens up his eyes. How the relationship turned into something that is only filled up with his boyfriend.
In his mind, a list forms itself.
- He is controlling
- Suspects Harry first for everything
- Decides everything
- Harry never gets to talk about himself
- His attitude turned very negative over the last weeks
- Gets jealous over the simplest things
- He never has time for Harry anymore
Harry could go on without an end.
He tells Louis how Julien treated him throughout the entire day.
Starting with the harmless accusation about the hairband and coming to an end with the vomiting-story. Louis scoffed at the parts where Julien couldn´t let go of his rant about the game. Harry sighs.
“Want do you think should I do now? Because I don’t know anymore.”, he looks up at Louis hopefully. “Pffff”, Louis lets out a breath and raises his eyebrows, “Well, to me this situation seems pretty shitty. If I was in your place I´d, impulsive as I am, bring him to task for all of that and after that just break up with.”
He shrugs and Harry looks at him in shock. “Okay, I know that´s not really a good solution and I think you´d definitely wouldn´t do it like that. I think there are two options for what you could do now.”, Louis takes his thumb for number one. “First option, you go to him and talk to him and try to save your relationship or, second,", he takes his pointer finger, "you go to him, yell at him and break the fuck up with him.”
Harry frowns, considering. “You´d go for the second option wouldn´t you?”, he looks at Louis with narrowed eyes. Louis nods slowly, “Oh hell yeah.” At that Harry smirks.
“But you know, it´s your choice. Don´t listen to me, you have to decide what´s more your way and how you want the situation to end.” Louis adds and pokes at Harry´s heart with his finger. Harry keeps his head down to hide his little smile from the one in front of him.
“I don´t know yet!”, Harry dramatically lays his hand on his forehead and sighs, “Can´t we just watch something where everything is going alright and forget about this for a bit?” he pleads. Louis chuckles.
“Alright Mr dramatic, should we just search for romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”
Harry´s eyes light up. “My rescue! Let´s do that please”, he exclaims, dragging out the e.
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Chapter 7: Rain came, cleared my mind and opened my eyes
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“Tadaaaa!”, Louis comes back through the door, a tray full of food in his hands that he sets down on the bed.
They had been watching some romcom for a while when Harry´s stomach marked his presence by grumbling loudly. It had made him blush but Louis didn´t mind and promised to get some breakfast.
“Wow Louis! That´s so much, did you make all that by yourself?”, Harry looks at Louis, impressed. “I honestly didn´t expect that.”
Now Louis doesn´t seem so triumphal anymore, “Well thank you very much, because my mum did this actually.”, he sends Harry a disappointed look and shakes his head with a huff.
Harry just breaks out in laughter and even grabs Louis´ shoulder to keep himself steady. Louis shakes his head again and sighs “You really laugh at everything! But I get it, I´m just a funny lad.” Harry´s laugh turns into a giggle when Louis poses like some arrogant model and he strikes a pose too. It finally makes Louis laugh and they start a grimace-contest.
A few minutes later they are both a giggling mess and roll around in the bed. “You- You-hou-hou-hou look- like a HAHAHHA”, Louis tries to bring out words and Harry interrupts him. “Hou-hou-hou!”, he mocks him and throws himself back on the bed, cackling.
“Whahahaht I wante-e-ed to say”, mocking from Harry again and a minute until he´s able to speak again, “was that you look like a pineapple!”. Louis is shaking from his laughs and slowly slides down the edge of his bed. His eyes widen and he can only grab Harry for support who, unfortunately, has the body tension of a wobbling pudding at the moment. And that´s how they end up on the floor, their limbs tangled up and laying in each other´s arms with tears streaming down their cheeks because of all the laughing.
Eventually, they have to stop that, otherwise they´d end up choking.
A nice way to die, Harry thinks while he holds out his hand to help Louis climb onto the bed. They are a bit calmer now and remember that they are hungry. The forgotten breakfast is gone quickly and Harry holds his belly, feeling very content.
“Let´s ride to the lake!”, Louis exclaims out of nowhere. It surprises Harry but he smiles widely and agrees.
With that, they get out of bed, search for some swimming trunks for Harry and pack a bag for each of them.
Half an hour later they are out the front door, stepping into the bright sunlight with their bags and excitement.
Harry is already stepping over to the driver´s door of his car when Louis stops him. “Hey, let´s just take bikes, the lake isn´t far and I think it´s more fun with bikes.”, he says and motions to the few bikes leaning against the wall of the house. “Good idea, yeah”, Harry agrees and follows his friend to the many bikes, all with different colours.
Because Harry is much taller than Louis, they decide that Harry takes Louis´ bike and Louis his mum´s, who is even shorter than him.
After a few minutes on Louis´ bike, Harry starts chuckling, “Jesus, you´re really short, my legs are always bumping the handlebars!”. Louis´ jaw drops at the offend and he turns around in his saddle to face Harry. “You´re mean, it´s not my fault that you were given those gorgeous long legs!”, it´s supposed to be a counter but Harry only hears the compliment about his legs, making him blush.
Luckily, Louis is looking forward again and Harry can smile dumbly about the compliment behind his back.
The ride to the lake only takes about fifteen minutes and they drive through quiet woods mostly, which Harry enjoys.
When they reach the area where you´re allowed to swim, only a few people are there, sunbathing on colourful towels and a few more in the water. All in all, it´s pretty quiet out here.
“I love it.”, Harry says to Louis in a low voice, “How does it come that I´ve been living here my whole life and never knew about this beautiful spot?”
Louis shrugs, “Well, I´ve been living here for a few weeks only and I was here several times already.”
With a shake of his head, Harry chuckles lightly and shrugs too. Louis then leads them to an old tree under which the sunlight isn´t so bright and the people aren´t in sight. He suddenly throws his mum´s bike in the long grass, his bag following, and says “Who´s first in the water!”, already running towards the lake.
Harry sucks in a breath, offended, but quickly copies Louis and runs after him, throwing his shirt next to Louis´ which he lost on his way.
Louis is a trained football player and also had an early start, but Harry has longer legs that carry him easily, thanks to his running-routine. On the half Harry catches up with Louis and they look at each other with determined expressions, but can´t help laughing again.
It´s only a few meters left until they reach the water and it isn´t clear, who´s about to win. But then there´s a big rock in Harry´s way and he has to jump to the right to avoid it. Unfortunately, Louis is on Harry´s right and they bump into each other, loosing a bit of speed, but not stopping.
Louis curses and takes Harry´s hand to push it away but instead, Harry is pulling at Louis´ hand and is now on the same height as Louis.
They bump into each other again and stumble the last meters, splashing the water everywhere, once inside the lake.
“I won!”, Louis shouts and Harry shoves him into the water. “No! I won! If I wouldn´t have had to jump over the rock, I would´ve been miles in front of you!”, he protests and crosses his arms over his chest putting his chin up high.
But Louis only laughs and grabs Harry´s knees from his low position. Harry is too slow to react and lands in the water with a big splash, next to a laughing Louis. Seeing such a cute and soaked Louis makes Harry laugh too and also feel happy, free.
They walk further into the water until they´re able to swim properly, diving under on purpose this time.
It´s refreshingly cold and quiet under the surface. Harry opens his eyes and takes a look at the stoney ground underneath him. Through his blurry vision he sees lots of seaweed and stones, even a tiny fish. Then there´s a shadow, darkening everything and Harry furrows his eyebrows. As he looks to his right, he realises it´s Louis´ hand which is reaching out for his.
With a smile, Harry takes the smaller hand into his big one, tugging a little at it and pointing to the fish with his other hand. Louis´ head comes into his sight and Harry can only focus on how his dark caramel hair looks underwater. So damn soft and light. He reaches out with his free hand, wanting to touch it, but then Louis is suddenly turning around again.
Harry´s hand right in front of his face now, Louis is smiling and before he´s able to react to the hand, Harry just quickly bops Louis´ button nose.
Surprised, he smiles even wider and catches the younger boy´s hand which Harry already was taking down again.
Even though Harry really enjoys the moment and wants to smile back, he needs air. So, he puts his feet on the ground and pushes himself towards the air, pulling Louis with him.
“The fish was soo tiny!”, Harry squeals while gasping for air. Louis chuckles and nods. “I think I´ve seen one next to it that was even tinier.”, he tells excitedly and Harry´s eyes grow wide. “We have to find it and see it! Come on!”, he doesn´t wait for the other boy and just dives under, making sure they´re at the same spot.
Under water again, his eyes quickly scan the ground for the brown fishes and spot some motion between the leaves of a plant. Harry dives a bit deeper and watches the plant with his breath held. Well, obviously.
There! The two fishes are brave enough to peek out between the plants and Harry gets a look at them. One is visibly smaller than the other but still seems braver, seeing how he floats protectively in front of his bigger companion.
The water splashes when he reaches its surface again and he quickly flicks his long curls out of his face. “Louis!”, Harry throws his arms around the older boy´s neck to get a hold and beams at him. Louis seems surprised but is quick to put his arms steadily around Harry´s waist.
“They´re us! The smaller one was just as brave as you and I could swear that the other one had green eyes like mine!”, Harry furrows his eyebrows, “Okay, it also could´ve been the shimmer of the plants around it. Anyways, that’s so cute!”. His expression turns happy again and his eyes spark in joy.
Louis just smiles fondly and hugs Harry, surprising the younger boy but directly receiving a hug from him too. Their naked skin makes the situation even more overwhelming for Harry, but he reallly enjoys it.
When they part, Harry´s energetic joy has turned into something softer and he puts together all his courage. He places a small peck on Louis´ right cheek and pulls back quickly, giggling nervously. Before baffled Louis can react, Harry´s underwater again, gliding out of Louis´ embrace even though he doesn´t want to.
Apparently, they decide to ignore the little kiss and just have a water fight, Louis winning it. But Harry still feels the wet but soft skin on his lips, despite the kiss being minutes ago.
Its not as if something between them has changed because of it but Harry feels something changing inside himself. Louis doesn´t seem like he´s still thinking about it, he probably just saw it as a friendly peck, moved on and is now diving for pretty-shaped stones, showing them proudly to his friend.
Harry realises there might be more than just friendship from his side. But stop, he has a wonderful, well, rather semi-wonderful, boyfriend so he should be grateful for that and shouldn´t have such thoughts.
But then he starts analysing the situation and realises how embarrassing he acted. Oh god. First, he giggled weirdly and after that he just glided out of Louis´ arms. Like, that made it so obvious and probably made Louis start to think about it.
Harry groans internally and wants to sink into the ground. He could actually do that, there´s enough water around him to sink into. Not that he would like to sink, he meant it metaphorically and maybe diving under and bringing a bit of distance between him and Louis would also do it. Ah fuck, then Louis would ask why he´s swimming away and he´d get suspicious, Harry argues with himself. Maybe if-
“Look, Haz! It´s shaped like a heart!”, Harry snaps out of the stream of his thoughts and looks at the stone Louis is showing him proudly. His eyes widen and go up to Louis´ face, “Huh?”, he asks smartly.
“Where are you with your thoughts, Harry?”, Louis chuckles and motions to the stone in his hands, “It´s just a heart-shaped stone I´d like to take with me and I remembered that the trunks you´re wearing have small pockets.”
“Yeah, sure.”, Harry says and opens his hand for Louis to softly place the stone on it. “And who´s this for?”, he asks with a smirk while putting the heart in his pocket cautiously.
To his surprise, Louis blushes and stammers something about giving it to Jay, his mother. “Mhm, of course my dear.”, Harry states with a raised eyebrow. Even though he´s teasing Louis a bit for his blush and saying one doesn´t blush so hard over his mum, it feels like a nasty stab somewhere in his chest because he actually doesn´t know who Louis is blushing over.
Especially because he´s not blushing over Harry.
The nasty feeling doesn´t stay long though, because of Louis being all shy out of a sudden and being cute because of that. Harry realises that the older lad always puts him in a better mood and makes him laugh despite how bad his mood was before.
They search for some stones together now and after finding four more stones, they decide to leave the water and take a break from swimming.
By the time they´re arriving at their spot, Louis is visibly shaking and Harry decides to give him his towel. “Here, take mine, it´s bigger and I think you need it more than me, don´t ya?”, he asks worriedly and hands his green towel to Louis who is gratefully taking it.
Harry watches Louis wrap himself up and can´t help but smile at how cute and tiny he looks with the tent of a towel around his shoulders. Louis looks up and stops in his tracks.
“What?”, he asks bluntly.
Harry can´t help himself and reaches over to pinch Louis´ cheeks and smiles dumbly. “You just look so tiny and cute like that. Green really suits you.”, he explains and wiggles Louis´ cheeks a bit.
The other boy huffs offended and crosses his arms, looking to the side. But is that a slight blush raising to Louis´ cheeks again?, Harry wonders and chuckles.
Louis then gathers up the long towel to his feet like a king his robe and walks towards their bags with his chin up high. “Come on, let´s put out the blanket.”, he says, his feet tangling themselves in the towel, and he falls towards the ground. But Harry is surprisingly quick at his side to catch him in just the right moment. “Oh thank you, my brave knight! You saved my life and my precious dress, how selfless of you! What can I get you to make up for that?”, Louis squeaks, dramatically laying in Harry´s arms.
A kiss, the inappropriate thought shoots through Harry´s mind, but luckily not aloud. Instead, he just smiles sweetly and asks if Louis could put out the blanket on his own. Louis tsks, “That isn´t a very gentlemanly thing to ask for, Harry!”, he gets out of the taller boy’s arms and crosses his own.
“Alright, I´ll help you, no problem.”, Harry chuckles and reaches for the bags they packed earlier.
The blanket is with a white and red checked pattern and a bit small but very cute. They place it in under the big tree to stay out of the blending sunlight.
For food they packed two sandwiches and a chocolate bar, it all disappears quickly into their stomachs.
The tree trunk is right behind their backs, so Louis leans himself against it, suggesting to relax a bit. “Oh yeah, that’s a great idea. I´m still tired from yesterday´s party. Is it okay if I use your lap as a pillow?”, Harry asks and looks up to Louis, unsurely. The older boy nods with a smile and pats his lap. “Feel lucky you didn´t drink anything.”, he says and chuckles lightly while Harry arranges a towel on Louis´ lap.
Harry looks up at Louis from his lap and confesses: “I actually don´t like drinking that much, the effect it has kinda scares me.”. Louis just shrugs, but smiles, “Everyone as they want, sometimes I just like it to get proper wasted, you know?”.
They talk some more and after a while, Harry feels himself drift off to sleep, calmed by Louis´ hands in his hair.
A drop of water lands on his nose and right after another one on his lips. Harry furrows his eyebrows and slowly opens his eyes.
As he looks up into the now grey sky, he sees Louis resting against the tree trunk. He seems to be dozing too, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed. Harry can´t help but get lost in the sight of such a soft Louis. But then a raindrop lands directly in his eye.
He curses under his breath and moves a hand up to rub his eyes. It makes Louis stir and Harry sees the ocean peeking out of his now opening eyes.
“Oh fuck, is it raining?”, Louis asks and makes a disgusted face. Harry chuckles and nods, “Unfortunately, yeah”. Louis groans and carefully takes his hands out of Harry´s hair.
The sky is turning darker with every second, so they get up and quickly gather up their things to protect them from the rain. They didn´t bring much stuff so everything fits in two bags.
Louis brought a jeans jacket and as the soft splatter turned into pouring now, he puts it over the two of them as an umbrella.
Because Harry is taller, he gently takes the jacket out of Louis´ hands and puts it above them. Gratefully, Louis snuggles himself against Harry and places his arm around Harry´s hip to get even closer.
Harry actually forgets to breathe for a moment.
Harry, breathe! This. Is. Just. Your. Friend.
And you have a fucking boyfriend. What the fuck?!
He shouldn´t get butterflies or shouldn´t smile like an idiot just because of a stupid little touch from Louis.
Louis…
Louis who is talking to him. Oops. He was too much in thought as it seems.
“I´m sorry Lou, could you repeat what you said? The rain was too loud.”, he interrupts the older boy, who now narrows his eyes at him.
“Sure, Harry, sure.”, he says sarcastically but nevertheless repeats what he said before, “I just said I don´t think we need the jacket, the rain is warm and it´s fun to run in summer rain.”. They´ve reached their bikes now, standing in front of them.
“Oh yeah! Great idea, it´s so much fun! Oh! And can we also dance in the rain? I´ve never done that before!”, Harry squeals excitedly and gives Louis a side hug. Unfortunately, it makes the jacket fall down, so it´s laying on their faces now. Louis just chuckles and responds “Of course! If you´ve never done that, it´s definitely time for it now! And that´s useless anyways.”. He pulls the soaked jacket from their heads and hangs it on the handlebars of his bike.
Harry chuckles and takes Louis´ hands. “Come on!”, he shouts through the rain. They start running to the large meadow next to the lake, both giggling. At first, they just run, but then they start jumping too, still running high speed.
It´s all messy: the rain, mud and laughter, but it´s so free.
The jumping makes their legs tangle up and they fall to the ground in a mess of limbs. Louis just laughs loudly and Harry frees a happy scream, sending it towards the dark clouds above them. They lay on the wet grass a little more but soon Harry is pulling Louis up.
“I wanna dance!”, he exclaims with a wide grin. Louis grins wider and takes both of Harry´s hands. He starts to spin the two of them around and Harry squeals happily.
Their surroundings become blurry and Harry can only focus on Louis who is directly in front of him. It opens his eyes.
Louis. Beautiful, handsome Louis with his ocean eyes, being the most important thing at the moment and everything else is blurry, unimportant.
How was he able to deny it all day long, maybe even all those weeks?
It´s so obvious to him now.
Harry has a crush on Louis fucking Tomlinson.
It hits him in just that moment and he feels more than lucky to be in that person´s arms right now. He feels his eyes get hot, but it won´t matter due to the rain.
They´re both completely drenched anyways and so, so happy.
Harry feels as if he´s in some romance book as he pulls Louis in for a hug and puts all he´s got into that hug. It warms his pounding heart when Louis returns the hug just as tightly.
They stumble a bit because of the spinning but they hold each other protectively as they land on the soft grass.
Harry giggles into Louis´ shoulder, which is pressed against his face. Vibrating through Louis´ body, he feels his warm and genuine laugh engulfing him.
“And? Is it as you wanted it to be?”, Louis asks softly. Harry smiles into Louis´ shoulder, “Yeah,”, he mumbles, “it´s even better. Indescribable. Thank you so much, Lou.”.
As an answer Louis just hugs Harry tighter and Harry closes his eyes, breathing in the scent around him.
He smells the unmistakable heavy aroma of rain. The refreshing effect it has and how everything seems newborn in the glint of sunlight after a storm. He also smells the grass beneath them, it´s also something refreshing.
And the most wonderful scent is everywhere around him. Louis´ scent. He can´t even describe it properly. It´s this warm feeling, washing over him every time he smells it and that he can´t get enough of.
“Harry? You alright?”, Louis suddenly asks worriedly and brings a bit of distance between them to look at Harry´s face. “Yeah, more than alright. Why?”, Harry chuckles lightly. Louis narrows his eyes at him, “You just sniffled, Haz. We don´t want you to catch a cold, love.”. Harry gets his breath stuck in his throat at the word love. He suddenly coughs loudly and Louis´ look turns even more worried.
“Mhm, we´re definitely going home, Mr more than alright.”, Louis states and pulls Harry up with him as he gets up from the ground. Harry wants to protest at first but realises it´s an easy excuse for him so he just goes with it.
They run through the rain and over the meadow, back to the bikes. Surprisingly, most of their stuff seems still dry and they quickly collect the bags and bikes. As soon as they´re on the road again, they start a race. “I´m faster home than you, you slowcoach.”, Louis shouts over his shoulder, a competitive smile tugging at his lips. Harry inhales offended and shouts “Take that back you meanie!”. But the older lad just laughs and pedals hard.
Harry is quick to catch up with Louis and passes him with his tongue sticking out. Most of the race they just laugh and none of them is clearly faster or slower. Still, in the end Harry arrives at the Tomlinson´s one tiny second earlier and cheers loudly.
“I won! I won! Yes!”, he squeals and Louis mumbles something grumpy under his breath. “Ugh Louiiiis, don´t be upset!”, Harry drawls and pinches Louis´ cheeks. “It´s not about winners or losers”, Harry explains in a generous manner and then adds, “but I won!”. He lets his head fall back from his loud laughter and has to hold his belly.
At that, Louis can´t do anything but laugh too, even though he´s shaking his head. “You remember though that I won the race to the lake, do you?”, he says with a raised eyebrow after he calmed down from the laughing.
Harry just grins, “See, that’s great! Now we´re quits with each other. Well, except that I would´ve won the lake race if it wouldn´t have been for that stupid rock.”
“No you wouldn´t have?”, Louis corrects him with an annoyed, sassy tone.
In that moment, the front door opens and Louis´ mother looks out. “Oh god, boys! Come in quickly, you´re gonna catch a cold!”, she seems surprised to see them in the front yard but is immediately worried.
Later, Harry is laying under his warm blanket, freshly showered and his wet clothes are drying on his chair.
A warm feeling has settled itself inside his chest.
He smiles and listens to the rain behind his curtains that has turned into a soft drizzle now.
A sound from his phone breaks through the comforting silence. He sighs and picks it up from his nightstand.
It´s a text from Julien.
Hey babe, I´m sry for last night. Wanna hang out tomorrow?
Harry frowns. An apology from Julien? That’s kind of new to him.
He responds with sure.
It seems so long ago that he talked about the Julien-problem with Louis, even though it happened just this morning.
Harry isn´t so naïve to think that Julien could change within a day, but he still hopes it´s possible. He doesn´t really know what to think or do. Especially, since he knows he´s crushing on Louis.
He decides it´s too late at the moment to think about these things.
And maybe, Harry thinks, everything is still going to turn out alright in the end.
He smiles softly to the ceiling, the day replaying itself in his memories, and turns of the night light.
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Chapter 8: Blue eyes, thick thighs, love you goodbye!
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Chapter Text
Harry climbs out of his seat and closes the door with a thud. His shoulder bag loosely hangs on his right shoulder and on his left he´s got his bag for P.E.. He´s just about to walk out of the parking area when suddenly two hands are draped over his eyes making him stumble a bit because he can´t see the ground anymore.
A pair of strong arms grabs him and he´s pulled into a side hug by someone chuckling quietly. Julien, Harry realises a bit disappointed. Well, he says to himself, how could it have been Louis? One wouldn´t do that on a friend.
“Hey babe.”, Julien interrupts Harry´s thoughts with an unusual deep voice. “You´re trying to seduce me with that voice?”, Harry asks a bit confused. Julien chuckles, “Maybe…”, he trails off with a smirk and Harry fake gasps. “Right here? Just when school´s about to start?!”, he jokes but Julien seems pretty serious. Okay…, Harry thinks and frowns.
To his luck, the bell rings and he begins to move towards the school building again. “Maybe later, Ju.”, Harry smiles up to his boyfriend, whose turn it´s now to frown but he agrees.
They reach the entrance and greet a few friends standing there and once inside, they quickly make their way to the lockers to get some books. Their lockers are next to one another, it´s been like that even way before their relationship.
Those lockers played a big part in them getting together because it was how Julien noticed Harry. Typical for clumsy Harry he had dropped his books and Julien quickly came to help him. It was their first real interaction with each other, but Julien admitted he had always wanted to talk to Harry before, but had been too shy because Harry seemed so beautiful.
“Oh, by the way,”, Julien reaches inside his bag and pulls out a familiar red duffle bag, “you left this at mine.”. Harry looks up at him with thin lips, he´s thinking about Saturday night again now. “Thanks”, he just presses out and throws the bag into his locker. He grabs the books he needs and signals Julien with raised eyebrows to get done more quickly.
After a fast walk they are sitting in their maths class. Harry, as usual, sits next to Niall and he´s welcoming that because Julien pisses him off right now.
The class somehow comes to an end and the next three hours of P.E. and history luckily fly by in no time.
To Harry´s dislike, Julien follows him to every of his classes, well Harry knows they have the same ones, but now Julien even follows him to the table of Harry´s friend group. He usually prefers it much more to sit with his teammates and talk about football the whole time, ignoring Harry who´s sitting only two tables away.
But now, Harry´s boyfriend tells him to sit down at the empty table, walks away and comes back with Harry´s favourite meal from the cafeteria. Harry happily takes it and starts to eat but is confused when Julien starts to ask him about the flower shop. A bit suspiciously, Harry starts to talk about the last bouquets he created and how the process made him feel, just like old times. When Julien wasn´t too busy for me, he remembers.
A few minutes later, his flower-yapping gets interrupted by Zayn. And behind the brown-eyed boy his girlfriend Hannah appears. The sight of the two immediately makes Harry smile and he quickly gets up to hug the couple.
Zayn had been so happy when he told his friends about how he asked out the funny pretty girl with long brown hair and big blue eyes. After only two dates they became a couple and everyone from their friend group thinks they´re perfect for each other. Just as Zayn, Hannah is a more quiet but really smart and sweet person that everyone loves. Well, no one loves her more than Zayn, but you get it.
They get their food and take the seats across from Harry and Julien. “What was your last class?”, Harry asks the couple. Hannah is also in Zayn and Louis´ grade, which means they have most classes together. Right into the middle of his sentence, Zayn stops and looks at something behind Harry. “Louis!”, he exclaims and smiles.
Harry freezes and slowly turns around in his chair. Louis walks over to the side of Zayn and greets him and Hannah. Then his attention turns to Harry.
Harry can´t stop himself from looking right into the ocean eyes which turn into a soft blue while staring back at him. But then Louis smiles warmly, almost shyly, and Harry screams inwardly. He. Is. So. Fucking. CUTE. He just hopes he isn´t blushing or- oh, he feels the familiar heat rush to his cheeks. Shit. Harry is blushing in front of Julien but because of Louis.
“Hi.”, it´s almost too quiet for Harry to hear, but the soft words reach Harry´s ears. Harry dumbly repeats the word, not much louder, and keeps his eyes on Louis´. Louis slowly raises his hand to point towards the food kart, “Imma…”, he trails off and Harry nods frantically.
Then Louis is on his way and everyone´s attention is on Harry. He takes his eyes off Louis´ bum and looks at his friends. Zayn has his eyebrows raised and exchanges a smirk with Hannah, Julien has his eyebrows raised too but he´s definitely not smirking. Harry clears his throat, “What are y´all looking at me?”. Julien opens his mouth to answer but is interrupted by Louis plonking himself down on the chair next to Harry. Julien´s eyebrows wander even higher.
“Uhm, what did you wanted to say, Ju?”, an attempt of Harry to save the situation and turn the attention to his boyfriend. “Oh it wasn´t anything important, babe.”, Julien drawls out and sends a demonstrative look in Louis´ direction. Harry can practically feel Louis stiffing, that´s how close they are sitting.
A muffled laugh breaks the uncomfortable silence and Harry´s eyes snap to the couple across from him. Hannah and Zayn are both red in the face and look like they´re about to explode from the laugh they´re holding in. It makes Harry snort and he just has to start laughing, Louis immediately following. The awkwardness is luckily gone now, only Julien sits there looking out of place because he isn´t laughing.
Somehow, Harry and the others get their meals finished, despite the constant giggling, and bring away their dishes. For a goodbye, Harry hugs everyone and takes Julien to their last class of the day, geography.
The bell rings soon, marking the end of the lesson and school day. Julien suggested to watch a movie at his and Harry agreed but only if they´d do the homework beforehand. Normally, Harry isn´t really a fan of movies, he prefers a good book, but Julien is quite good at maths, so he saw it as a comprise to watch a movie and get help with the homework in exchange.
Harry opens his car and they both get in to drive out of the parking lot. Julien´s place is only a seven-minute drive away from Canyon, so they arrive in no time.
There´s no one home and usually that can only mean one thing Julien wants to do with Harry. But Harry tells himself they have a plan and won´t be having time for other things. He´s sure. Or he thinks he´s sure. Never mind.
For doing the homework, they sit at the kitchen table and it doesn´t take them long to complete all of their tasks.
Harry pecks Julien´s cheek as a thank you and scrunches up his face. “When was the last time you shaved? You have stubble.”, he states and Julien chuckles, saying he doesn´t know. “That says it all, my dear! Time to shave!”, Harry exclaims and jumps up from his chair. He instantly gets pulled back down by Julien who´s chuckling and saying, “But baby, we wanted to watch a movie, remember?”. Harry´s shoulders slump a bit, “Oh yeah, I forgot, sorry. Do you already know which film?”
“My policeman?”, Julien suggests and Harry purses his lips. “I think it´s a good film, actually wanted to watch it some time anyways.”, ”Great!”, Julien beams and takes Harry´s hand to pull him downstairs.
Julien´s family has a cozy room in the cellar where they always watch tv or movies. There´s a tv with a big screen, two couches and many cuddly blankets and pillows. Once at the end of the stairs, Harry runs through the small hall between the stairs and the room because he´s a bit scared of the dark, jumps and lands on his favourite couch. He wraps some of the blankets around himself and waits for his boyfriend to start the tv.
Julien smiles a bit when he sees the cocoon-Harry and turns around to turn on the tv. He goes for Amazon Prime and looks for the film. After a couple of seconds the opening credits start and Harry snuggles himself closer into the couch while Julien turns off the lights.
The couch dips a bit and then Harry feels Julien next to him, wrapping his arm around Harry.
A bit later, the main characters of the film, Tom and Patrick, are getting closer and Harry feels how Julien´s arm is sliding down from his shoulder, coming closer to his waist. Oh, I think I know where this is going, Harry thinks and gets himself mentally ready.
Yup, I know where this is going, the two men in the film are now half naked and kissing hardly and Harry feels something hard against his leg too. He couldn´t blame Julien, his own breath is hitching too. The film is emotional and intense, such things get to him easily.
“Aren´t you a bit warm with all those blankets?”, Julien suddenly asks with a low voice. Harry is in fact a bit hot under the wool, so he starts to shimmy himself out of the many layers. “Let me help you…”, his boyfriend slowly takes the layers off him and then smiles down at him.
“You know, you´re so pretty when you´re aroused, babe.”, he whispers seductively. Harry raises his eyebrow, teasing, “Am I aroused?”. Julien nods with a smirk and points towards Harry´s crotch. Only a slight bulge is showing and to Harry´s surprise only because of the men on the screen.
Out of a sudden, Julien starts tracing his nose up and down Harry´s throat and plants a few kisses there. Harry stills. He isn´t sure if he wants that today or even with Julien anymore. But on the other hand, the film makes him horny and Julien knows how he likes it the best. He decides to just accept the free pleasure, maybe even orgasm.
He lets Julien kiss him and roll a bit on top of him. Soon, Julien´s hand is wandering down between their bodies and is grabbing blindly at the zipper of Harry´s jeans. The hand reaches inside the trousers and comes to hot skin. A moan escapes Harry´s lips and he simply enjoys the touch for a moment, not thinking about Julien but someone else. Now, he only sees the other person as two hands bringing pleasure to him.
Those hands are taking his own and leading them to something next to his dick. Another dick. Harry grabs it and starts to lazily stroke it as the movements on his own begin again.
He wonders what Louis´ dick might feel like in his hands. Maybe long and not that thick? No, that´s what he said he liked when describing his favourite vase. But he also described one that´s regular size and thick. Thicker than usual.
“Uh-“, Harry can´t stop himself from moaning and isn´t able to stop the sudden twitch of his hips. It feels so good, he has to repeat it. The owner of the hands starts to moan too and grinds down on Harry´s dick.
Precum is smearing between them, making it slick and messy. They find a pace, sliding their shafts together and still pumping them. It´s quick and pleasurable, there´s only one thing wrong. The boy above Harry is a bit taller than him and has a slim figure. But at the moment the only thing Harry wants is a person who´s shorter than him and has a muscular body, thick thighs and this fucking perfect bum that´s making him go crazy. Only the thought of it makes him harder and grind his hips faster. Harry moans as his dick grows harder every second and a tingling feeling is settling itself in his lower belly.
He imagines it´s Louis on top of him, grinding down on him hard and moaning with every grind. The vision is overwhelming and makes Harry come closer to his fulfilling moment.
His hands grab the other boy´s bum, pretending it´s more full and squishy in his hands, as he thrusts up into his crotch. The orgasm is building up quickly and Harry looses himself in the thoughts of Louis and the waves of pleasure overcoming him every time skin roughly touches skin.
Heat is overcoming his whole body, radiating from the spot in his lower region and burning every inch of his skin with deep pleasure. He´s now moaning uncontrollably and his thrusts become a bit sloppy. There´s sweat and cum all over his belly, but he doesn´t mind, enjoys the sticky feeling adding up to the tight pressure.
The scene from last morning comes up to his mind. Louis half naked next to him in a bed. Louis´ hot wet mouth around his nipple and how his cock was hard against Harry´s leg. That´s it. It takes him over the edge.
His eyes flutter close and he sees stars, mixed with images of blue eyes, thick thighs and how they looked in those tight football shorts. It´s so, so hot. Cum is spurting out of his hard tip and wets his belly, jeans and the other boy.
Harry feels amazing, floating on a cloud that mutes all sounds around him.
He needs some time to recollect himself and locate all his now wobbly body parts. Oh, that´s Julien on top of me, he realises somewhere back in his mind. He is too exhausted to move, so he just lets Julien use his body to reach his climax. The blond boy seems to be pretty close and in the next second, Harry feels he reached his highest point.
Julien´s moans get higher and louder but Harry hears something else, just for a split second. A name? he asks himself, frowning. That was definitely a name and it was definitely not his.
But Harry can´t be mad, can he? He himself thought of a different person. So, after Julien rode out his orgasm and seems himself again, Harry clears his throat. “And, who are you thinking of?”, he says it in a way that makes clear he´s also been thinking about someone else. He´s too tired of everything to hide it and feels like Julien and him might be on the same page, to be able to just talk about it.
But, defensive Julien thinks it was meant as an insult just against him. “What?! What the hell are you talking about? I´d NEVER think about anybody else!”, he´s denying everything hardly, but that makes it even more obvious.
“Julien, you just gave me proof by acting this overreactive and I definitely heard some name when you came, it was surely not my name.”, Harry exhales and starts to feel a bit annoyed.
“But you didn´t hear which name, did ya?”, Julien asks quickly. Oh. My. God. Harry wants to facepalm himself at how stupid his boyfriend acts right now.
“Julien, are you for real? You do realise you´re betraying yourself right now, do you?”, he looks up into Julien´s face, he´s still on top of Harry, “And no, I didn´t hear the name. But I bet I´ll see the person next to you in near future, won´t I?”. He shoves Julien´s heavy body off of him and sits up on the couch. His hair is messy and sweaty, so he takes the rubber band on his wrist and puts his curls into a tiny ponytail.
Julien sits up as well and narrows his eyes to look at Harry, who´s bluntly keeping the eye contact. With a low voice Julien starts to speak, “Oh Harry, do you think I don´t notice those looks you and this dwarf Louis exchange? It could look as if you two have a thing. Is it true? Tell me.”. Harry gasps outraged and sets on an angry face. “I have done nothing than being loyal to you, Julien. Yes, Louis and I exchange looks, but that’s because we became close friends over the last weeks and communicate with looks too. Okay, I´m gonna be real with you: yes, I may like Louis a bit more than others, BUT we have done absolutely no-thing sexual or anything romantic. As I said I have been loyal to you the whole time.”, he throws the sentences into Julien´s face and waits for a reaction.
“I don´t believe you.”, he simply says and stares at Harry with a bored expression. “Huh!”, Harry shakes his head in disbelief. “Listen, I don´t know who this person is whose name you´ve said and what you two have done, but it doesn´t matter. I think we both realised what this relationship has turned into, right?”, Harry raises his eyebrows at Julien. “I don´t know what you mean. Before your weird new lover came, everything was perfect between you and me.”, “It wasn´t, Ju!”, Harry yells and jumps up from the couch. “Weeks before I got to know Louis you were treating me so badly! When was the last time we did something, I wanted? Yeah, right it´s AGES ago! You make me stay quiet and push me down on a level that´s far more lower than yours! I´ve got enough of it, that´s why I befriended Louis, he cares for me as a person and isn´t only using me to get his weekly blowjobs or whatsoever!”
Julien tries to say something but Harry yells over him.
“No my dear, I´ll finish and then you talk. Don´t tell me you don´t believe me! Have I ever lied to you about anything? No, I haven´t and I won´t start now! The problem is, you´re telling me absolutely nothing and I´m actually not sure if this is gonna change somehow.”, Harry stops for a moment to take in a breath and look at Julien expectantly.
“I don´t see it Harry. I´ve been only acting normal around you. Maybe you´ve changed?”, a simple incredible answer again. It´s unbelievable, Harry thinks with a shake of his head. “Julien. That´s it, that´s enough. If you don´t get it, I don´t see a reason why I should still be talking to you. It´s not making any difference if your stupid head doesn´t get the information right. All I have to say is that I´ve NEVER cheated and that I don´t see us as a pair anymore. If you don´t get the meaning of that, it means: I´m fucking breaking up with you, Julien.”, while saying this, he stays surprisingly quiet and cold.
Before Julien can say any of his dumb answers again, Harry has grabbed all of his belongings that were in the cellar and is up the narrow staircase.
His bags are in the kitchen. He gets them and storms out of the house, but not before he has finally zipped up his jeans.
He practically flies into his car and is out of Julien´s street in less than a minute.
The question is if he can escape the relationship just as easily…
Notes:
PERIODT.
yayyyyy they finallyyyy broke up!
I hope u liked it <33
love u x
Chapter 9: Genuine Joy
Notes:
IT´S 4 A.M. (3 a.m.) AND I KNOW THAT UR WITH HIM
I WONDER IF HE KNOWS THAT I DIDN´T TOUCH UR SKIN :D
I DON´T EVEN KNOW WHO I´M TALKING BOUT YOOOOOOIIIIIIOIIIOIOIII
PLS LET ME SLEEP
I TELL U THERE´S SOMEONE DOWN THE DARK HALLWAY AHH
ah damn it now I´m scared againnn :(
THE CEILING JUST CRACKED HELP D:
edit: BAHHAHAAH it was actually just the cat so :)
and also sry for not posting but here it is, enjoy <3
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It´s Louis´ house. Apparently, some magnet or subconscious decision led him here. He parks next to the pavement because there are already two cars in the driveway.
Harry doesn´t come to the conclusion that it means there are also other people in the house that are not from Louis´ family. He´s in a rush and his mind is still at Julien´s house and the fight. Julien, urgh. That´s why he came here, right?
It doesn´t matter anymore why he came here, because his finger already pressed the bell. The door opens. Harry´s eyes rake over Louis´ figure and he just jumps at Louis after checking there´s no one else behind the older boy. Louis seems a bit taken by surprise because of the two arms being wrapped around him, but he´s quick to hug Harry back just as tightly.
Louis´ scent and warmth is engulfing him and Harry takes a deep breath, immediately relaxing a bit. Now that he feels safe in Louis´ arms, he can´t hold back the tears anymore. A few moments ago, he had been so strong, confident. But now the wall is breaking and exposing his inner feelings, his hurt. Harry feels like a blob of something indefinable.
To his luck, Louis just holds him in his tight grip and mutters calming things into his ears, not pressing Harry to say anything. “I broke up with him.”, Harry blurts out and presses his tear-wet face further into Louis´ shoulder. Louis stiffs and takes Harry by his shoulders to bring a bit of distance between them and look at him.
With furrowed brows Louis searches Harry´s face for any sign that he´s not telling the truth, even though he knows Harry´s serious about what he said. “Harry, I´m proud of you. Are you too? No wait, wrong reaction. How are you feeling? Do you want to talk about it with me?”. Harry looks up into Louis´ eyes and sniffs. “Oh Lou, it´s alright, it was the right reaction, I think I´m happy it´s over now. I just need to process everything and see what consequences will follow. To be honest, I kinda did it out of an impulse.”, he says and chuckles lightly.
Louis laughs relieved and shakes his head. “Those are most of the time the right decisions. But I´m still here for you if you wanna talk about it.”, Louis offers and looks at him with raised eyebrows, motioning to the entrance of his house. Harry smiles shyly and nods, “That would be nice, um, I mean great and urgh just thank you, Lou.”. The other boy smiles warmly, but then Harry frowns and adds “I mean if it´s okay for you at the moment? I can also go now and we talk some other time?”. He turns in Louis´ arms and notices the second car parking in the driveway. “Oh my god Louis!”, he turns his voice to a whisper. “What?”, Louis frowns. “Do you have someone over? Oh no, I´m so stupid! I-“, “Harry!”, Louis interrupts the younger boy by putting his hand over his mouth. He has to chuckle a bit at the sorrowful look in Harry´s eyes.
“Hear me out Harry.”, he starts and removes his hand from Harry´s mouth, “Yes, I have someone over, but we were just doing homework and are almost finished and anyways, you are definitely more important at the moment. So, don´t worry, I´m fully here for you and want to know every detail of that break up, alright?”. Louis squeezes Harry´s shoulder a bit and smiles reassuringly. Harry just hugs Louis a bit tighter as an answer.
Well, Louis wanted every detail? Until now Harry gave him every detail and it wasn´t a problem in any way, in fact it really helps him to analyse and process the fight.
But now it´s the interesting parts´ turn and also the interesting parts´. Usually, Harry´s completely fine with talking about sex and all the related stuff, but now it´s a bit awkward for him to talk about it with Louis. It´s not only that they´ve never talked about it, but also that Harry would love to do all those things with him. For a start he just talks about My Policeman and nervously checks for Louis´ reaction.
“Wait, can you recommend it? I´ve heard a lot of good stuff about it.”, Louis asks and looks at Harry, who´s slightly red in the face. Harry nods uncertain, “I mean the first twenty minutes were good but after that we didn´t really pay attention anymore…”, he trails off and he blushes a bit harder, looking to his feet. For a second, Louis seems confused, but then realisation hits him and he starts laughing loudly. Harry´s head snaps back up, his eyebrows scrunched up worriedly.
“No wayyy, Harry! Were you doing what I´m thinking?”, “Yes.”, Harry answers ashamed, but Louis just laughs harder. “I mean we weren´t doing that, we were just basically- wait, do you even know? Are you even like…?”, at that, Louis has to giggle and nod his head frantically and Harry sits there, lost and really unsure of what Louis is laughing about.
“Of course I know, Harry! For fuck´s sake, I´m bi, haven´t you noticed that? Oh god, I´m sorry!”, Louis grins at Harry, who´s more relaxed now. It would´ve destroyed him if Louis said something like that he´s hetero, if he´s being honest.
“So you also know how there are like more ways than just…”, Harry asks with an unsure voice and Louis rolls his eyes in amusement. “How innocent do you think I am, Harold? I´m informing you that I´ve done things with several dudes, so I think I know what the differences are.”, Louis chuckles and looks right into Harry´s eyes. “So tell me, what dirty thing were you two doing?”, the older boy wiggles his eyebrows and grins widely at Harry, who smashes his face into his palms. “Louuiiiiiis”, he whines and looks back up with a tortured expression.
“There´s no way around it, Harry, it´s probably essential to know for the following things, right?”, Louis says and raises his hands, as to say that there´s nothing they can do against it. Harry groans but starts to talk anyways.
It´s not as weird as Harry thought it would´ve been and they´re done with the topic quickly, also because Louis isn´t as nosy as before anymore.
Harry tells Louis the part where Julien said the other name but formulates it a bit different when he talks about what Julien said about Louis and well, he leaves out the fact that he admitted his crush on Louis. He describes how quick-witted he was in the fight and Louis says that he´s very impressed by and proud of Harry.
“Yeah, and then I drove to your house in a mad speed, you know the rest.”, Harry finishes and gets surprised by Louis hugging him tightly. “Then I´m happy you didn´t cause an accident and came to me.”, the smaller boy whispers in Harry´s ear and Harry chuckles softly, nodding.
He retracts himself a bit from Louis and looks him into the eyes with seriousness. Harry breathes in and says with a soft tone, “Thank you for listening to me, Lou. It really helped with all your advice and analysis.”. “Well of course! I´m always there for you if you need someone to talk or anything else, alright?”, Louis assures him with a soft, genuine smile. Harry giggles slightly, promising that Louis can also always come to him if Louis needs him.
It´s Wednesday and Harry steps through the doors, into the entrance hall of Canyon High. He thinks it´s stupid to say that, but he feels like something´s different today and it´s nothing good. As if to confirm his weird feeling, the people in front of him turn right and reveal Julien standing there with one of his football mates.
Great, he thinks and quickly makes his way past his Ex towards the lockers. At the lockers, he realises that Julien and his are next to each other and groans internally. While Harry´s taking out books and wondering if you can change your locker, Niall approaches him from behind and takes him by surprise.
“Jesus Niall. No need to scare me like that this early in the morning!”, Harry tsks and turns around to hug his best friend. “Have ya already seen? Mister big-ego-but-small-dick is back.”, Harry snaps his head up with a confused expression at Niall´s words. “How…? What…?”, he stammers and Niall just shrugs. “You told me this that one time when you were super wasted and had an emotional breakdown. Never mind.”, Harry feels even more confused, but Niall continues, “Your Ex is back in school and I wanted to check in on you, in case he wants to like fight you or something.”. At that Harry coos and tells Niall that he just ignored Julien and passed him quickly.
Harry closes his locker and they talk about his flower-shift from yesterday and what Niall did in his guitar lesson, while walking to their class. “And then I managed to grip this complicated accord! You know, that´s like super cool Harry!”, Niall tells and Harry hums, but he´s actually only listening with one ear, because just in that moment Louis comes walking into the hallway and Harry is, Harry´s just thinking wow.
Let´s start with his hair: it´s messy and fluffy but in a way that makes it artfully again. Harry wants to run his fingers through it to see if it is as soft as it looks. His green eyes reach Louis´ blue ones, which are today hiding behind square glasses. They don´t make him look nerdy, on the contrary, they are a cute detail to his messy look today. He´s wearing a white tank top with some band picture printed to the front. Harry gulps. Louis arms look soo muscular and his bum in those joggers- “Harry!”, Niall shouts out of a sudden.
The blond lad grabs his arm and pulls him back. “You just went past our room! Where the fuck is your mind?”, Niall follows Harry´s look and shakes his head, “Ah, I see. Come on, you can fuck him with your eyes later or in your mind when we´re in class.”. Harry smirks and unwillingly turns his look away from his older friend.
In class, they have geography, he´s really thinking about Louis. But not in the way Niall would think, Harry wouldn´t risk to get a boner in class. No, he´s thinking about the heartful Louis, who helped him two days ago. Harry had been so churned up and Louis was all calm and kind to him.
They haven´t been talking much since Monday but Harry didn´t mind because Julien wasn´t in school to get him angry. Luckily, Julien isn´t in their geography course and Harry doesn´t have to put up with him right now.
The class finishes and about five classes later it´s finally lunch break. His friends are already in the cafeteria, but Harry needed to get some book from his locker, so he´s on his way to it.
The locker is quite near to the corner, so he notices a bit too late that there´s already someone at his locker. Well, the person is standing at their own locker, but it´s the one right next to Harry´s.
Harry can´t turn around anymore now, because Julien already made eye contact with him and is looking at him with a neutral expression. Harry returns the I-don´t-know-who-you-are-look and opens his locker, looking away, as if he didn´t care.
He obviously cares, it´s making him extremely uncomfortable to be alone in this hallway with Julien. A cough cuts through the awkward silence and Harry´s head snaps up to look at Julien, who´s already looking at him.
“What?”, Harry asks annoyed and crosses his arms above his chest. Julien simply raises one eyebrow and Harry copies the gesture because the other boy isn´t answering him. With a thud Julien suddenly closes his locker, taking the barrier between them. It makes Harry feel a bit unsafe, now that there´s nothing between them anymore.
He sees how Julien slowly comes closer and then he even feels his breath on his face. Disgusting, he thinks and holds his breath.
“Just confirm it.”, Julien finally says. His tone is quiet but warning and his eyes are locked onto Harry´s. When Harry isn´t answering, Julien repeats it. “Confirm what, Julien?! Huh? That you´re stupid? I think everyone knows that already.”, Harry snaps and looks at his Ex expectantly.
Julien growls. Oh my god, does he think he´s some animal or what?, Harry thinks and rolls his eyes inwardly. He cringes when Julien does it again. “Okay Julien I get it, one time was weird enough! What the fuck do you want me to confirm?”, Harry asks with raised eyebrows.
“I want you to confirm that you broke up with me because of that little twink you´re with.”. “Oh my fucking god. Is that it? Are you really trying to proof your confidence with that? Have you thought about the fact that for once you could be the problem?”, Harry asks and pokes his index harshly at Julien´s chest. “As I already told you,”, he raises his eyebrows as an underline, “I´m not with Louis and don´t you dare call him those names again, he´s so much better than you!”. Now Harry is the one to shut his locker with a loud thud and he storms out of the hallway, not casting a look back. “We´re not finished, Harry! You´ll regret getting together with him!”, Julien calls after him, but Harry just raises his middle finger and shouts “Fuck you, bastard!”. Oh, I wish I´d be with Louis, ha, he thinks and rolls his eyes at Julien´s dumbness.
He doesn´t go to the cafeteria, Julien is probably gonna be there too and he´s too worked up now to be in the loud hall with happy teenagers. No. His feet are leading him to his favourite place in school: the library.
It always calms him to go there, take a breath and a book, and read for a while. He still has his whole lunch break so, enough time for a reading time out.
The last time he was here he saw an interesting new arrangement in one of the shelves on the gallery. It held fantasy books that are newer and also more intense, judging by their covers. Harry walks over to the spiral staircase leading to the gallery. Silent sounds of someone playing piano are coming from the heart of the library which is hidden by the tall shelves. He smiles to himself, mindlessly wondering who could be playing right now and takes the first steps of the staircase.
The shelf he´s looking for is around the corner from where you can look to the grand piano, so it´s on his way anyways. As Harry is coming closer to where the gallery is taking a turn to the right, the melody becomes louder and clearer to hear. It´s a beautiful and also complex melody that Harry doesn´t recognise, but now he´s very curious who´s playing in this brilliantly dynamic way and putting so much emotion into their play.
Harry quickly walks over to the rail of the gallery and finally sees the person playing. Well, their back. But he recognises that back and the brown hair! Harry narrows his eyes and looks closer. Is that really my Louis playing?, he asks himself disbelievingly. But there´s no doubt, he´d always recognise this boy.
Another wow-moment for Harry. He leans on the rail and just listens to the pretty boy down at the Steinway. After a few minutes he decides to take the stairs leading to the piano and sit on one of the couches around it.
The staircase creaks a bit, but Louis doesn´t notice that, he´s so lost in his play that he even has his eyes closed, what Harry sees after getting closer. He sits down on the couch facing the Steinway, so he´s sat directly opposite to Louis. Like that he can watch Louis´ beautiful face and how his eyelids are slightly fluttering to the rhythm. A smile creeps itself on Harry´s face and grows wider with every note the older boy is playing.
Then suddenly Louis´ eyes open and he seems very surprised to see Harry sitting in front of him, but he doesn´t mess up the melody and even returns Harry´s smile softly.
Harry grins madly now and just feels genuinely happy. The music and Louis have such a calming and relaxing effect on him. He closes his eyes to focus on the notes and listens closely.
He feels Louis´ attentive eyes on him and smiles happily. It all makes him very giddy, and he giggles silently. The sound of Louis´ soft chuckle lets him open his eyes again and he´s immediately captivated by the deep ocean in Louis´ eyes. Harry sees something in those eyes and is sure that Louis also sees this fond look in his own eyes.
Their smiles become shy and the warm feeling in his heart makes Harry feel so, so safe.
Notes:
let me know what you think! <3
Chapter 10: Sparkles
Notes:
life is actual hell rn but I hope the chapter´s not :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Harry is laying on the couch, his head in Louis´ lap, which functions as a pillow. Louis absently runs his fingers through Harry´s hair while listening to his report about the Julien incident and commenting on it.
It´s still lunch break and they´re still in the library, but Louis stopped playing the piano and sat down next to Harry because he wanted to chat a bit. Louis had a free lesson before the lunch break, so he first ate something and then came here to play a bit on the Steinway.
“You don´t have practise today, right?”, Harry asks and looks up to Louis. He originally knows the practise schedule by heart because of Julien, but who knows if something changed. “Yeah, only have some homework to finish today, wanna do something?”, Louis answers and smiles down to Harry. The younger boy nods eagerly and grins, “I´d love to!”.
The next second the bell rings and they both groan. “Well, you have no right to complain, Lou, you´ve had two free lessons! I´ve only had one which was without food!”, Harry pouts and Louis rolls his eyes playfully, chuckling. He gently lifts Harry´s head from his lap and Harry sits up on the couch. They then grab their belongings and make their way to the exit.
As the door of the library closes, Louis smiles and quickly wraps his arms around Harry, hugging him tightly. Harry´s surprised but he closes his eyes for a second and smiles into Louis´ shoulder. “See you later and have fun in your classes.”, Louis whispers and Harry giggles a bit. “Well, I´ll actually have fun cause I have history.”, “Ouh! You´re presenting your presentation about the Greek, right?”, Harry nods. “Well then good luck, love, I mean uh-“, the bell rings for a second time and, to Louis´ luck, saves him from his awkward stutter. Harry raises his eyebrows and smiles at Louis. “So I´m gonna pick you up from your last class and we can drive with my car, yeah?”, Harry asks, ignoring the obviously awkward situation. There´s also something else he tries to ignore and hide in his heart: the butterflies.
After Louis wished him luck once more and they said goodbye, Harry allows the butterflies to come out. With the result that he´s blushing and quietly giggling to himself the whole way to history. And it´s quite a long way.
Niall, for once, isn´t in this course and it´s usually not a problem, but Harry likes to go into himself before a presentation and his best friend always leaves him alone for that. As it seems, the girl next to him doesn´t get it, judging by the way she´s talking nonstop and is practically clinging to him.
“Oh, and Harry! Harry?!”, the girl kind of aggressively tips his shoulder until he looks up expectantly. “What, Victoria?”, Harry asks annoyed. Now that she´s got his attention, she giggles and twirls a strand of her hair around a finger. “Uhm, I mean we could get ice cream or something cute like that.”, she says with a flirty voice and bats her eyelashes. Harry raises an eyebrow, “Sorry, I already planned to do something with someone else today, but thanks for the ice cream idea.”. He smiles a forced smile. “Oh okay.”, a crease forms itself on Victoria´s forehead, “But I thought you were single now!”. Harry rolls his eyes inwardly but stays calm on the outside. He explains slowly: “Victoria, first of all, one can be single and still meet up with other people and see them in only a platonic way. Second, I wouldn´t even want to go out with you, because I´m totally gay.”. Victoria gasps. “Why wouldn´t you want to go out with me? Is it because of my hair? I can also dye it if you want!”, she suggests desperately, making Harry cringe. What the fuck., he just thinks.
“Would you please let me prepare my presentation? The class is going to start in a minute anyways.”, as a statement, Harry moves his chair away from Victoria´s and turns his body in a different direction.
To his luck, their teacher starts the lesson and Victoria doesn´t get a chance to talk to Harry anymore. Not longer and it´s already time for his presentation.
The teacher calls him to the front and a few people clap for him. He clears his throat once more and starts with presenting. It flows easily, he doesn´t really have a problem with doing stuff in front of people and he´s also really into the topic, which makes it even easier. And he knows that most of the people won´t even listen to him, so it doesn´t matter to him what they think anyways.
He talks for about fifteen minutes and after that he answers a few questions the other students have. As soon as he´s done with that, he returns to his seat, where Victoria already waits for him with her head resting in her hand and, of course, she´s batting her eyelashes again.
As the lesson goes on, she slides closer to Harry and whispers in his ear. “I could be your Hera and you my Zeus. Wouldn´t that be hot?”, her breath is warm against his ear and Harry shivers slightly out of disgust. “Well, If you want an unhappy marriage where I cheat on you with young men, alright.”, he answers and watches amused how Victoria´s expression turns puzzled. “Oh Victoria!”, he pretends to be shocked, “Did you not listen to me when I talked about all the children Zeus had with other women than Hera? I´d do the same to you but with only boys. Cause I´m gay. As I already said.”. Now Victoria seems to get it, because she gets back on her own chair.
But then, five minutes later: “Were there also happy marriages back then?”. “Nope, not really.”, Harry answers dryly. So much for “she understood it”. He just gives it up and concentrates on the lesson, ignoring Victoria.
“Oh my fucking god, please remind me to sit down somewhere else for the next lesson!”, Harry groans as a greeting. Louis chuckles and shakes his head. “Hello Harry, what´s wrong my dear?”, he says a bit mockingly and laughs at Harry´s annoyed expression. “No, no, I´m sorry Haz. Who got you, our peaceful soul, so angry?”, Louis asks with a slightly more serious tone. Harry narrows his eyes at Louis but still smiles and starts to tell him about Victoria.
Louis has to laugh through most of the telling and his laughs turn hysterically when Victoria walks past them and Harry quickly jumps behind a bin standing next to them. “Come back Harry, she´s already gone!”, Louis says between laughs. Harry carefully checks the hallway from behind his bin and after not seeing any sign of Victoria, he slowly steps out of his hiding spot. He rearranges his bag and tells Louis they can go now, his chin up high and his look straight forward, as if nothing happened.
And Louis follows as a crumpled laughing mess.
They enter the parking area and Harry unlocks his car, opening the passenger door for Louis as the gentleman he is. “How polite of you, young man!”, Louis says with a grandma-tone and pretends to hide his smile underneath his flat hand. Harry joins the play and bows exaggerated. “My pleasure Ma´m.”, his answer sounds from where his feet are.
Louis is able to hold in his laughter until Harry has closed the door behind him. The driver´s door shuts as well and they look at each other with an amused twinkle in their eyes. They stare a bit longer and their eyes turn softer. And Harry is sure he sees something else than amusement in Louis´ eyes.
The moment lasts longer than Harry expected and he gulps as he slowly raises his hand from his lap. He places it on Louis´ cheek with just a featherlight touch and the older boy smiles softly.
Harry looks between Louis´ eyes, the prettiest he has ever seen and he wants to tell this to the beautiful boy in front of him, who lets butterflies come alive in his stomach, makes them take the wildest manoeuvres. He wants to say it, how much Louis means to him, how he brightens up everything and just how fucking pretty his eyes are.
The moment is there, Harry feels it, he opens his mouth and… out comes nothing. Just a weird sound, so he quickly covers it with clearing his throat and with that also destroys the fragile atmosphere. He retracts his hand from Louis´ cheek within a second and looks out of window.
The moment is over and it´s all Harry´s fault.
Louis looks to his feet and Harry fiddles with the car key, starting the car after a few attempts. He coughs once more and drives out of the parking area.
To avoid the awkward silence, Harry puts on some radio and a bit after a song he really likes comes on. His mood changes immediately, the awkwardness forgotten and replaced by happy excitement.
“Oh! I love this song! Oh my god since when do they play that in the radio?”, Harry shouts, quickly sending a beaming smile towards Louis, who smiles back at him.
Now, the silence is luckily gone, as Harry happily sings along to `Are You Gonna Be My Girl´ by Jet.
As it seems, the song also lets Louis forget how weird the moment was. He watches Harry amused, a huge smile on his lips, as Harry sees with the short glances he´s stealing at the other boy.
Harry knows the whole song by heart and Louis seems to know a lot of it too, because he shouts the main lyrics just as loud as Harry. The chorus comes on the second Harry is stopping at a traffic light, which allows him to turn to Louis with a grin. They both point with finger guns at each other and sing “I said, are you gonna be my girl?”. Then they just dance in their seats, vibing to the music. Suddenly a car from behind of them honks and both boys jump a little, startled. So Harry quickly starts to drive again and honks as well, making Louis laugh.
They reach Harry´s House short after and Harry parks his car in the empty driveway. “Stay here!”, he says, opens his door and hastily walks over to the other door. Louis watches with a knowing smile as Harry opens the door just as he already did in school.
Louis takes the hand Harry is offering to him to step out of the car and lets himself be leaded to the front door by the other boy. They´re giggling the whole way into the house.
Once inside, they drop their bags on the floor and Harry drags Louis up the stairs to his room, kind of desperate to show it to him.
If Harry´s honest, he´s a bit nervous what Louis will think of his room, because where you live can tell a lot about yourself and in Harry´s case it really does.
Louis follows Harry into the room and immediately starts looking around the whole place, probably taking everything in. He´s quiet and after a minute Harry asks what he thinks about it.
“Oh, I love it!”, Louis answers as he turns to Harry and smiles. “There are so many details that just scream ´Harry`! That´s super cute.”, he says and points to all the plants in Harry´s room. “Just all those plants are already sooo you and they look like you always take care of them. Love that!”, Louis giggles and then continues with ´rating´ the items in the room.
Harry´s room is actually quite big, has a square form and he loves it. The first thing you see when you come in is a large bookshelf, standing right in the middle of the room. On the left side it connects with the wall, separating his bed from the rest of the room, which means you cannot see it from the door, but what you can see is his desk pushed to the left wall, directly underneath one of his windows. It´s not a big window, but it´s with a great view to the garden and Harry loves the natural light it spends. Besides the big shelf on the right side of the desk, there´s also a narrower one on the left, facing the bigger one. It contains small, random things and also his stuff for school. Oh, and some plants for sure.
His bed is behind the big shelf, pushed to the wall which is parallel to the one with the door and which has the second window of the room in its middle. Between the right side of the bed and the big bookshelf is the place of his tiny nightstand, one of the reasons why it´s placed there is that it prevents Harry from throwing down all the things on the shelf in his sleep accidentally.
Directly next to the right side of the door is Harry´s so-called ´book-slash-cuddle-corner´, where he spends a lot of his time, disappearing between the masses of fluffy pillows and blankets.
Then, on the right wall you see two smaller doors with another narrow shelf in the middle of them. The one nearer to the main door leads to his small wardrobe and the other one to his also small bathroom. It´s all small, but it´s only his, which is one of the many reasons why he loves his room.
The last bigger item in his room is the tall mirror next to the second window, which is opposite to the book-corner and has a fancy old-fashioned frame, making every mirror-selfie look like a painting. Very aesthetic in Harry´s opinion.
Band posters are spread all over his walls and in every shelf Harry has put some gems of his collection. He once even bought one of those stone lamps which make very warm and comfy light. There are also a few pictures of him with his friends and family and, as Louis already pointed out, many plants all over the shelves and the floor. Harry loves the ivy hanging from every shelf and even from the ceiling and he´s very proud to say that he´s grown all of them by himself. But there are also other plants such as flowers in little pots standing on his windowsills.
A/N: does it work?? I hope soo! It´s so u can see what´s in my imagination :D
Louis holds up a pot with blue tulips and smiles widely. Harry grins back and winks, “I got them because they reminded me of your eyes.”, he admits. Louis´ mouth forms an ´O´ and his eyes turn soft. As the late sunlight shines through the window Louis´s standing at, Harry also sees a slight blush rush to Louis´ cheeks and he isn´t sure if he sees right.
Only the thought of Louis blushing over him makes Harry blush too and they both just stand there in the room, looking at each other with red cheeks and sparkles in their eyes.
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Chapter 11: the best shit of the century
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Harry takes all of his courage and starts to slowly move towards Louis, as if he could just fly away at any sudden movement, like a small fragile bird. This time, Harry´s very careful to not ruin the moment, not like he did in the car earlier.
Louis is still looking at him calmly and Harry´s almost in reach of Louis, but then of course something really dumb happens. It´s as if there is a curse on him to ALWAYS trip. In basically every situation.
Today he trips because of a pen just laying on the floor, but as always he lands on Louis. They luckily don´t bump anything on their way to the floor and they even land on the pillows of the book-corner, so it´s really not that bad.
Harry groans as they hit the cushions and Louis chuckles, hugging Harry from behind protectively. “Why?!”, Harry whines frustrated and turns in Louis´ arms to look at him. They lay intertwined and Harry´s kind of on top of Louis, resting his chin on Louis´ chest. Louis looks down at him, his eyes very, very soft and a tiny smile on his lips.
“I mean I kinda like this position…”, he says and starts tracing up his fingers along Harry´s sides lightly. Harry holds his breath, he isn´t sure what Louis is doing but he definitely doesn´t want him to stop it. “It´s the perfect position to do this…”, Louis whispers and then suddenly starts tickling Harry under his armpits.
Harry squeaks surprised and wiggles between Louis´ strong arms, with no chance for him to escape. He´s squealing and a few laughs slip out of his mouth whenever he draws a breath, which makes Louis laugh as well.
Even though the tickling makes it hard for Harry to move on his own will, he´s still quite strong and is able to throw himself side to side on the pillows, dragging Louis with him.
“Lou-ehh!”, Harry squeals between giggles and tries to get Louis off of him by abruptly pushing himself up the wall. It actually works (maybe also because Louis had a bit of mercy on Harry) and he leans against the wall with crossed arms. With doing that, he accidentally rips off a photo hanging there.
Louis´ eyes widen and he quickly grabs it to try and repair it. He then looks closer to it and frowns.
The photo is a selfie of Harry and Julien where Julien smiles and has his arm around Harry who´s pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Oh.”, Louis says and Harry catches a confused, slightly hurt tone in his voice. He shoots him a quick glance and gently takes the photo out of Louis´ hands.
“Nah, that´s nothing to worry about. I wanted to put that down anyways.”, Harry says, shrugs and rips the photo into two halves. The pieces in his hands, he looks up to Louis who seems a bit shocked but is also starting to smile at Harry.
“We need to recreate that photo sometime, but for now I already have new pictures for the wall, we just need to print them.”, Harry´s heart beats a bit faster, because even though he slipped it in casually, the thought of kissing Louis on the cheek or just taking such couple-y photos still makes him nervous, because that would really say ´no friends´. He´d totally love that obviously, but he isn´t sure if Louis would even see him as more as a friend.
“And which photos did you have in mind?”, Louis asks and lets Harry snap out of his thoughts. Harry´s eyes light up and he quickly gathers his limbs to get up, but in the process of that, he smacks his knee right into Louis´ balls. The second time since they´ve known each other.
Louis´ scream is, well, very loud and also high-pitched. Harry clasps his hand to his mouth. “Oh fuck! Fuck I´m sooooo sorry!”, he brabbles and hurries to hug Louis carefully. The older boy laughs strained and hugs Harry back, reassuring him it´s alright.
“Really? Should I kiss it better?”, Harry asks once more and completely serious. Just when he sees Louis getting big eyes and red cheeks, he realises what he just said and looks shocked. “Oh- I mean-“, he begins to stammer but Louis stops him by smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. It seems like he gained his confidence back and Harry slaps his arm playfully.
“Well, if you´re fine, I can continue with what I wanted to do originally.”, Harry walks over to his desk but realises on the way that they left their bags downstairs and with that also their phones. He groans and tells Louis he´s grabbing his phone real quick. “Can you bring mine too? It´s in the front pocket on the left side!”, Louis´ voice sounds from behind the door.
Harry makes his way down the stairs and collects both their phones. As he´s taking the stairs back up, a notification pops up on Louis´ phone and Harry accidentally sneaks a look to the home screen, seeing something making his jaw drop.
It´s not the notification, he wouldn´t intrude Louis´ privacy like that, which is making his heart stop, it´s the wallpaper of his phone.
It shows two boys sitting in a meadow, one with a daisy and the other with a cornflower tucked behind his ear. It´s them. Harry´s heart warms at the sight of their happy smiles and how close they´re sitting.
“Louis! You spoiled everything already!”, Harry states as he enters his room again. Louis, who seemed to be in his thoughts, looks up confused. “Huh, I did what?”, he asks. Harry chuckles and settles next to him on the pillows to show him his own phone.
Louis takes it with a ´thanks´ but looks even more puzzled while taking a look at it. “Wait, so Steph spoiled what by saying he just had the best shit of the century?”, Louis questions with such a seriousness in his voice that Harry snorts with laughter. “What no! I didn´t read the notification but what the fuck-“, Harry laughs, “I was talking bout your wallpaper!”. “Ohhhh, yeahh that makes more sense.”, Louis says and laughs as well.
“Ahhh, so you want to print our meadow pictures for the wall?”, Louis asks, seeming glad he now knows what Harry was about. “Exactly!”, Harry shouts excitedly and giggles. “I just love them, they´re super cute and happy!”, he looks to Louis with a big smile. Louis smiles back and explains “Well that´s why I took it as my wallpaper!”.
They get up from the pillows (this time without ball-smacking in any way) and hop over to Harry´s desk, giggling. Harry has a printer in his room which also prints pictures in a really good quality, so they pick out their favourite selfies and then start the printing process.
While the printer prints, Louis examinates Harry´s bookshelf, giving appreciative hums now and then. “And what´s the story behind this presenting-thing?”, he asks and points to a book leaning to some kind of stand. Harry´s eyes light up. “That´s the book of the month presenter! I always take the book that I liked most from the last month and put it there for the whole next month. For example, the book that´s standing there right now was my favourite book from last month and now I´ll keep it there until the month ends!”, he explains happily.
“Wow, that´s really a great idea! Think I´m gonna do that for me shelf as well!”, Louis awes with the same excitement. A moment later the printer signals that it´s done with all the pictures and Harry jumps over to it. “Look!”, he shoves the five photos under Louis´ nose and giggles.
They look through them quickly to make sure they came out alright. Both of them think they came out perfectly. The place for them finds itself quite quickly and they get some sticky tape to attach them to the wall.
“I really like it, way better than the Julien photos.”, Harry says contently, standing next to Louis with both of their arms crossed while they examine their work. Louis agrees and hugs the other boy out of nowhere. Harry´s taken a bit by surprise but then leans into the hug and smiles with his eyes closed.
“Ouh! Let´s get ice cream! I´m really craving ice cream right now!”, Louis exclaims and grabs Harry´s hand to drag him out of his room. It´s cute and Harry´s really enjoying that they´re holding hands, but he still wishes the hug would´ve lasted a bit longer. He always feels so safe and warm in the older boy´s arms.
They hop down the stairs, Harry a bit behind Louis, and put on their shoes. For tying his, Harry needs to sit down and Louis coos at him, telling him he´s like a little child. Harry just sticks out his tongue as a response, but then continues to concentrate on tying his shoes, because he needs his whole concentration for that actually.
Meanwhile that, Louis grabs some money and packs the few things they need in a tiny bag. After a minute, Harry´s also done with putting on his shoes and they make their way out and shut the front door.
The ice cream parlour isn´t that far away but the two take a different path through the park so they walk for a bit longer. They stroll on the narrow paths of the park and enjoy the sun which is shining through the leaves of the trees with it´s golden fingers. Through the light, the leaves shine in a bright, rich green colour and make everything look a bit magical even though it´s just a normal afternoon.
Harry looks over to Louis on his left and his breath somehow gets caught in his throat because of how beautiful the other boy looks in this moment. His brown hair seems caramel in this light and it looks super full and soft, making Harry want to comb his fingers through it. He swallows thickly and lets his gaze wander down to Louis´ eyes.
They are just the perfect replication of a golden sunset at the beach. The usual clear blue of his eyes is know enveloped by a warm tone of green, produced by the sunlight. His cheeks stand for the sand with their also golden colour.
Harry´s lips want to sunbathe on these cheeks, lying there for hours and enjoying their warmth while his eyes swim in the water of Louis´, getting lost in them safely.
Harry really shouldn´t think all this romantic shit while walking because he almost walks straight into a pole the same height as his balls. To his luck, Louis drags him to the side last second and starts laughing. “Jesus, Harry! How? Just how?”, Louis asks unbelievingly, but Harry´s too busy with clutching his heart for answering.
He also just hopes that Louis didn´t see how he looked at him from the side and he´s quite thankful for the pole for creating a distraction even if his balls were in danger.
They leave the path a few minutes later and enter the street where the ice cream parlour is.
The store isn´t really big but that just makes it cuter than it already is. There´s a colourful counter in one corner with a big range of different ice cream flavours and behind that the owner, an old little woman, smiling at them as they enter. A few people sit on the tiny desks scattered around the space that’s left, but even more are waiting in the line in front of the counter, seeming desperate for a refreshment.
First, Harry groans and looks over to Louis with a look saying ´let´s just go somewhere else´, but then the other boy shakes his head playfully disappointed. “Why so impatient here, Harold? You can´t expect an ice cream parlour to be completely empty with the temperature being, I don´t know, a hundred F?”, he says with a low voice and Harry bows his head defeatedly. “Okaaaay, you´re right. Then let´s choose what flavour we´ll take.”, he suggests and starts counting off all the flavours he knows, because it´s Louis´ first time there.
By the time they´ve chosen, it´s also there turn to order (Louis was indecisive between spiderman and cookie) and the lady greats them heartedly with a big smile. “Harry! Gosh, look at you! It´s been a while, right? Oh, and who´s the pretty one next to you? Have ya found a new boyfriend, dear?”, Mrs Hazlewood overwhelms them with questions and Harry needs a second before answering. With red cheeks he says “Yes, hello Mrs Hazlewood, I guess I´ve grown a bit since last time, but you´re still as charming as ever, ma’am.”, he smiles politely and then points to Louis next to him with slightly shaking fingers. “And that’s Louis, he´s new here.”, he says and Louis reaches his hand over the counter for Mrs Hazlewood to shake it.
They keep chatting a bit while she gets them their ice cream cones (Harry chose pistachio and Louis spiderman) and then they say their goodbyes and leave the small parlour.
Once outside, Louis starts giggling and Harry as well. “How cuteee, both of you!”, Louis coos between giggles and bops Harry´s nose with his pointer finger. Harry blushes and looks to his feet murmuring something about ´old friend of the family´.
They slowly make their way back to the park and chat relaxed, enjoying the ice cream. There are benches in the park so they settle on one close to the little lake, where swans and ducks swaddle around the place.
“Can I try a bit from spiderman?”, Harry asks and Louis nods, handing him his cone. Harry digs a bit too far into the ice cream so that some of it stays on his nose, but he doesn´t notice it because he´s rating the flavour in that moment. Louis tries to hold his laughter while Harry is still talking, but then Harry notices his expression and frowns. “What?”, he asks.
Louis starts giggling and points to the tip of Harry´s nose. The younger boy realises and wants to remove it but luckily remembers last second that he´s got both of their cones in his hands. “Let me help you.”, Louis says quickly and lets his tongue slide over Harry´s nose in just the split of a second. Harry´s mouth falls open directly and he´s sure he´s blushing.
The older boy though acts as if nothing happened and takes his ice cream back, touching Harry´s hand in the process. To distract himself, Harry just quickly keeps on licking his scoop of pistachio, but then looks to the side and catches Louis watching him.
Harry blushes even more and Louis doesn´t get the idea to look away, he even smirks while looking into Harry´s eyes.
What the hell, Harry just thinks. The whole afternoon was definitely too much for his little heart.
Not that he´s complaining.
Notes:
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ok so first I´m SUPER sorry for not posting but there´s just been so much going on and it was really hard to find the time :( butttt I find this chapter super cute and I hope u do toooo
Ik that the nose lick thing might be a bit weird but I left in there cz idk hehe
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Chapter 12: Dick-Talk
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“Dick is greattttt”, Harry drawls out, “It´s one of the best things you can have in your mouth-“. “Who´s talking about dick without me?!”, Louis, who just arrived at their table, asks in a mock shocked tone.
Harry´s head snaps up to the small boy and his cheeks heat up. “Louuu! You came right on time!”, he smiles and Louis wiggles his eyebrows. “You mean right on time for your dick-talk?”, he questions bemused and sits down on the chair next to Harry.
Niall, who sits opposite of them, groans and rolls his eyes. “A few minutes ago, Harry said something like ´oh my god, I´m so desperate to suck a dick right now, like I´d literally blow Louis here in the classroom if he´d ask me to, Ni´”, Niall imitates Harry´s deep voice, “Niall!-“, Harry tries to interrupt, but his friend continues, “And then I asked him how on earth one could-“, “Niall stop!”, this time Harry´s able to interrupt the boy.
“You know that’s not how I said it!”, he states, his cheeks a deep red. “Nah, but something like that, it definitely involved sucking dick and our good friend Louis here.”, Niall points his thumb over to Louis, who just sits there amused, watching their small argument. “No! Stop it, what is he supposed to think of me now?!”, Harry miserably tries to defend himself.
Yes, it was true that he wanted to suck Louis´ dick, but he´d never admit that in front Louis himself.
It´s Friday and they´re in one of the larger classrooms of Canyon, a try to fit around 50 teenagers in one place. They are the students of year 12 and 13, that’s also why Louis is with Harry and Niall.
There soon will be a so-called ´educational training´ in form of a six-day trip with a few motivated students from the two upper years where they can also choose between five different subjects. Harry applicated for history while Louis and Niall chose a course which combines P.E. and biology.
The only thing they know for now is that it´ll take place in three weeks, so they curiously wait for the organiser of the whole thing, that they can give them a bit more information.
Just in the second Louis leans closer to Harry and opens his mouth, Mrs Remington, their English teacher, comes in, silencing the students without a word.
She´s around 5ft tall and a bit corpulent but she´s got every class under control because of her harsh attitude and the consequences she sets. Nevertheless, she´s a nice lady with motivation for outer-class activities to help and improve students, just as the trip in question.
They get all the general information and after that, the teacher also gives them the division of the rooms already, so they can choose who goes in which room.
The three of them decide to take a five-people room and share it with two other friendly boys they sometimes chat with.
Mrs. Remington also shares the information that there will be a party/disco evening and also a few occasions where they´ll be allowed to go swim in the sea or have a short beach day. The whole room cheers and they clap for the lady, who now announces the end of the assembly.
Harry and his friends jump from their chairs and make their way through the mass of classmates. “Greece is sooo cool!”, Niall beams and the other two nod wildly. “I love that we´re like right next to the beach and how chill is it of Mrs. Remi to let us have a party?!”, Louis adds and Niall agrees with raised eyebrows. “Honestly never would´ve expected that from her.”
Harry bounces a bit in his walk and giggles. “Guys it´s gonna be so, so, so amazing and interesting in the history course, oh my god!”, he squeaks out of excitement and the other boys laugh and coo at him.
“I mean just think of all the ruins there, they´re all still in a great condition and there are so many of them and I wanna visit a temple so bad and I´d loved to go to the Acropolis, it´s so interesting! Oh and just imagine we´d be able to visit one of Apollon’s temples! How fucking amazing would that be?”, Harry interrupts his excited non-stop talk to look at the other two expectantly. Niall nods impressed and Louis agrees. “Apollon´s kinda hot to be honest”, Louis admits with a shrug.
“Righttt?! I think he´s my favourite god out of the big ones.”, and with that Harry continues his speech about the summer in beautiful Greece while they´re walking to the cafeteria for lunch.
Notes:
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Chapter 13: Talks
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Chapter Text
The three weeks fly by quickly and the start of the trip actually is tomorrow, means: Harry´s excitement is comparable to a bouncing tornado with sparkles and hearts and flowers flying around it in a mess. Don´t question it, it´s just how he´d describe it.
He´s currently in his wardrobe “room”, happy music playing somewhere in the background and his clothes all over the floor. His suitcase lays on top of everything, already half-packed, but with things Harry doesn´t even need. He really is great at packing.
So he grabs his phone from under some clothes and takes a picture of the mess, sending it to Louis. Just a minute later a tone announces the response:
Louis :)
(pic of his messy bed) I don´t even know where my bag is lol
H
ahhhhh ur only takin a bag??!!
hell I need to rethink this
Louis :)
whattt
I don´t know anything bout packing don´t ask me hahahaah what do u take??
H
dunno packed half of a suitcase now but it´s nothing I really need…
Louis :)
nahhhh there´s a need for everything!
H
that´s right
Louis :)
Oh wait me mum called FOOD HERE I COME
byeeee till sooooooon
H
GO GET IT LOU
FOOD U DON’T NEED TO FEAR, GREAT LEWIS IS NEAR
well mindly great…
hehe
Bon appétit!!
á plussss mon amourrrrr
Harry puts his phone away with a smile and continues “packing”.
They´ve been texting every and sometimes also all day over the last weeks and it became some kind of habit for Harry to always send the most random shit to Louis or say good night and morning. Stuff like that.
Louis does that as well, sending a selfie from his silent piano or with a book at three a.m., looking super fluffy and cute. On a school day.
But then again pics from his running routine with his silhouette in the rising sun at what does Harry know, six a.m.?
The guy doesn´t stop to surprise him. But that´s one of the reasons why he grew into liking him even more and loving to be near or in touch with him.
It´s not like he doesn´t text with Niall 24/7 as well, but for him, there´s a huge difference between the two. Niall is his best friend, the one he went through everything with and the one he loves a lot, platonically. But then there´s Louis:
Louis also became one of his closest friends within weeks and is so important to Harry, a joy-spilling motivator but a great listener at the same time. More than that.
He´s also the one whose texts make butterflies come alive in Harry´s tummy whenever they pop up on his screen. He sometimes even catches himself checking for new messages from Louis, slight disappointment settling in his guts if there aren´t some.
“Harry! Lunch! Come down here dickhead!”, “Gemma! Be nice to your brother!”, the arguing between his sister and mum makes him snap out of his thoughts and chuckle about it. He quickly picks up his phone to turn off the music and then rushes out of his room, down the stairs.
“Muuuum”, he drags out as he enters the kitchen and steps over to Gemma to hug her from the side. She stabs him with her elbow but Harry has a firm grip around her and puts his chin on her shoulder, smiling innocently. “It´s our way to show ur love, right Genitals?”
Gemma rolls her eyes, but nods nevertheless, still their mother scoffs in disapprove. “Now come on! Your sister has a name, do you want me to eat all of your dessert so you can´t have any?”, she asks with a warning undertone, but Harry can see she´s not being completely sincere because only one of her eyebrows is raised.
Their father also joins them and they start eating the lasagna Anne made. His mouth half full, Harry starts brabbling about all the places they´re going to visit on their trip. They´re staying in Athens which means they´ll be visiting a lot of popular places, ones that Harry had been dying to go to basically all his life.
“So, I don´t know the exact order right now but I remember the activities. Uhm, Mrs Remington said that we´re always gonna do an activity or excursion before lunch and then return to the hostel to eat and have a lesson about the sight we visited.”, he starts listing the places he remembers while his family listens with fond smiles.
“I think the first day, like where we really do something, is Tuesday and Mrs Remi said something about the Odeon of Herodes Atticus and the Temple of Hephaestus, so that we have a packed start…”, Harry takes a bite and a crease forms itself on his forehead as he tries to get together the right order and places.
“I know we´re going to some interesting museums and”, he puts his pointer finger in the air to mark the importance, “ we´ll hike to the Acropolis on Saturday as the highlight of the whole thing!”
Gemma raises her eyebrows and lets out a not very convincing “woah! That’s cool!”. But Harry lets her pass by rolling his eyes, a smile creeping its way onto his lips.
“Can´t wait to get in the bus tomorrow!”, the curly boy beams and looks back down to his plate, his mind already strolling through the warm streets of Athens, the tall hill of Acropolis right in front of him, the destination.
While he finishes his piece of lasagna, Harry´s family asks some other questions about the trip and Harry answers all of them willingly.
He heard that they´ll also have a day to go shopping in the neighbourhood of Plaka, a beautiful part of the big city, he already looked it up.
And after this self-coordinated activity the organisations planned a beach day for the rest of the afternoon, at one of the beaches close to the capital. Harry squeals to himself and gets up from the table to put away his dishes.
He tells his family he´ll finish packing his things and eat dinner quite early because he has to get up at 5 a.m.
It luckily doesn´t take him that long to collect the remaining stuff he needs for the trip and it´s only late afternoon when he closes his suitcase with a satisfying ´zip´.
He sighs contently and walks over to his bed, plopping himself on it, face forward. Suddenly the intro of ´Are You Gonna Be My Girl´ starts playing from somewhere near his desk and he quickly rolls around, sliding off his bed and landing on the carpet with a thud.
“Not again…”, he mutters and pushes himself up from the floor. His heart started beating faster after hearing the first notes. The music didn´t stop playing, but always repeats itself after a few seconds because it´s a ringtone. Louis´ ringtone.
So he answers quickly, a shy smile playing around his lips.
“WHAT DO I PUT IN A SUITCASE? WHAT IS A SUITCASE. WHAT DO I NEED? HELP? HELLO?”, Louis´ voice booms over the speaker and Harry immediately starts laughing upon hearing it.
“Now come on, Haz, laughing won´t do me any help!”, Louis comments sarcastically and Harry can imagine him popping his hip out and crossing his arms. Cute.
“Naw, Lou! Now first, hello and second: what the heck?”, he giggles and asks his friend how to help him.
Together, and with the assistance of a video call, they manage to properly pack Louis a suitcase. Well Harry gave instructions and Louis just did what he told him.
“Thanks!”, Louis´ voice chirps through the phone, “We´ll see each other at seven tomorrow! Bye! Love ya!”. Harry only manages to say “Love ya too!” and then Louis already hangs up. “Ah no!”, Harry frowns.
H
LOU
Louis :)
HAZBEAR
H
IT´S NOT 7
IT´S AT 6:30
Louis :)
*sends a crying emoji* *lots of crying emojis*
*a few more crying emojis and oh, a farting one?*
H
Why´re u farting now? BAHAHHA
Louis :)
Ahhhhhhhh noo stawp
But no farting fits
My life farts
H
HA
Ohhhhh waitt I forgot the messages u sent earlier!
Louis :)
Well then better respond to them?!
Harry scrolls a bit higher in their chat and chuckles about the texts.
H
Bon appétit!!
á plussss mon amourrrrr
Louis :)
ugh stop it with ur French for fuck´s sake
u educated bitch
nahhh js kiddin I love it when u talk french <333
soa sexeyyyy
He wonders if Louis just joked or really finds French attractive. I mean… I´m quite fluid in speaking…he ponders and decides to look up a few French sexy words or so in near future.
He scrolls back down in the chat, typing something.
H
Okay and what am I supposed to answer to that now?
DE RIEN
AVEC PLAISIR
….
MON CHÉRIE
Louis :)
Ouhhhhh
H
And? Did that turn u on?
Louis :)
ngl…
The speech bubble tells Harry that Louis´ typing but no other message gets send. And then the bubble disappears.
H
Ok…
That didn´t make it any better yk
Anygaysssss
Good night <3
Sleep well and have good dreams
He knows it´s only a bit after six p.m. but he somehow feels super tired and he figures he won´t get that much sleep on the bus ride tomorrow anyways, so why not go to bed early?
He gets himself ready for bed and puts away his phone, closing the curtains.
Snuggling deeper into the pillows he thinks of the trip and Louis. He´s excited for both. His eyes get heavier and his smile slowly falters as he drifts off into sleep, not noticing the messages that pop up on his phone a little later.
Louis :)
So earlyyyy??
Don´t tell me shit bout beauty sleep
U don´t even need that
Wow ur rly sleeping
Helloooooo
No one appreciating my compliments??
*sniff*
Okay then sleep well hazbear
Till tomorrowww <33
Notes:
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Chapter 14: Crash my heart like the bus we´re in
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Hazzaaaaa!”, is the last thing Harry hears before he gets tackled by a pair of strong arms, hugging him tightly from behind. He directly knows it´s Louis because a distinctive scent engulfs him, smelling wonderful and just ahhhh.
Harry turns around in Louis´ arms and retrieves the tight hug, smiling like an idiot. A very happy idiot.
“Hello you sunshine!”, he mumbles into Louis´ shoulder and giggles just because he feels like it. They get interrupted by Niall announcing his presence with a groan. “How the fuck can you be so motivated at almost 7 a.m.?!”, he whines and the other two boys part from their hug, laughing at Niall.
That´s when the bus arrives and Mrs Remington comes up to the students, giving instructions. They´re supposed to pack all their luggage into the huge bunk of the bus and then group up like the room separation to sit together for the ride.
The pack-away thing is quickly done, so they run into the bus with the other boys from their room to get good seats. It actually wasn´t necessary because there are loads of remaining seats, but now they did a little morning exercise. Fun.
Niall plants himself all over two seats, so Louis and Harry take the ones on the other side of the passage, Harry´s screaming out of happiness (inwardly of course). He even lets Louis take the window seat. “You´ll get a candy from me for that.”, Louis promises with a generous smile and pats Harry´s shoulder who smiles back just as sweetly and mocking. “How sweet of you, dear.”, they both fake laugh into their hands and then look over to Niall to see why he´s not laughing, but the boy is fast asleep.
His mouth hangs wide open and oh- “is that drool?”, Louis asks with a whisper. Harry looks closer and nods frantically, already snorting quietly. Louis also muffles a laugh with his hand and Harry pulls his phone out to take a few pics of Niall from different perspectives. He shows them to Louis and they laugh even more, now aloud.
“What´s so funny?”, Zayn asks them with an amused smirk and they both turn around surprised, grinning at him. “You´re also here?”, Louis questions excited and Zayn chuckles. “Yeah, Hannah and I got into the art program last minute luckily”, he motions behind himself from where Hannah waves at them with a big smile.
Harry and Louis both cheer loudly and show the two the free seats behind them. Niall is fully blocking both of his seats and is still snoring loudly, so they can´t offer one of those. A minute later their two friends Matilda and Andie also emerge in the passage and Harry squeals in joy. “Oh my god! Why did no one tell us everybody is coming? That´s awesome!”. He hugs the girls and Louis sends them a warm smile as a greeting.
As soon as everybody has found a seat, they start taking some more pictures of Niall and then someone pulls out a marker. Louis´ eyes light up with mischief and Harry watches how he reaches over the sleeping boy, careful to not touch him. Louis takes the cap off the marker which makes a ´plop´ sound and they all still.
But Niall keeps sleeping like a stone, not moving an inch, only snoring like a lumberjack. So, Louis starts to move the marker closer to Niall´s face again. The tip of it touches his skin and all of them hold their breath.
Niall keeps on snoring.
Harry tries to muffle his snort with one hand and keeps on watching intently as Louis pushes the marker a bit more onto Niall´s skin and then drags it along the surface slowly.
Harry feels a laugh, louder than a second ago, bubbling it´s way up in his throat when Niall still snores. He doesn´t even sniff his nose or furrow his eyebrows. It´s incredible and Harry tries his hardest to suppress the hysteric laugh. It doesn´t help though when he looks up at the others surrounding Niall.
Matilda´s face is berry red. She notices Harry´s attention on her and looks him straight in the eyes. That was a mistake.
They first both only let a cackle burst out of them, but then they laugh uncontrollably. “Guys!”, Louis snaps in a whisper. Suddenly Niall´s snoring stops and they all quickly put their attention back on him, quiet again.
He raises his hand and rubs over his cheek, generously smearing the black marker over half his cheek and then he just puts his hand down again. Louis waits for a second and then continues doodling on Niall´s skin, a bit quicker now.
He manages to draw a penis and one ball, but just as he´s drawing the circle for the second one, the bus starts driving and they get shoved into their seats. Louis messes up the line and curses under his breath. Harry is still proud of their work and smiles as he sits up again. He pulls his phone out, turning to take a few pics, but Niall is awake now, blinking tiredly with a yawn. Shit.
“Have we arrived yet?”, the blonde croaks and they all shake their heads. “We just drove off.”, Harry tells him with a soft voice and Louis adds “Yeah, you can continue sleeping. Go back to your sweet dreams, come on.” His low and velvety tone sends shivers down Harry´s spine and oh, he thinks as his eyes land on Louis´ bum. It´s perfectly presented in front of him because Louis is still leaning over Niall.
Right. Niall. His best friend doesn´t seem to find it suspicious that there are six people around him, all looking at him. He grunts a “night” and snuggles himself more into the cushion of the seat.
Louis finds Harry´s eyes and shakes his head, seeming amused. “That guy´s crazy!”, he mouths and Harry nods with a low chuckle. Then Louis motions him over to Niall. “For the pics.”, he whispers. “Oh right! I forgot.”
They take some great and suitable photos of the masterpiece on Niall´s face.
The whole group snorts again and they all stifle it with their hands. Suddenly a voice speaks up directly behind their seats.
“Now come on! Please sit down again, this is still car ride somehow!”, Mrs Remington scolds them, standing in the passage with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.
Apologizing and slightly giggling, they all hurry to their seats and sit down. The woman notices Niall´s legs dangling into the passage and she frowns, stepping up to him.
Their teacher sighs. “Oh dear”, she mutters and shakes her head. “Did you at least take some good pics of it?”, her expression is unimpressed as she scans the faces of the group. Harry and Louis quickly nod, Harry trying to hide his proudness and Louis confidentially showing it. “Yes, Ma´am”, he grins.
“Well, good.”, she mumbles and then she´s already walking past them, down the passage.
Harry turns to Louis and they exchange amused looks, giggling to themselves. Then a yawn escapes the older boy´s mouth and Harry yawns as well.
“Should we get some sleep and then do something fun with the others?”, Louis asks, leaning in on Harry. The younger boy looks up into his eyes, so blue, his mind sighs dreamily.
Louis doesn´t tear his gaze away and Harry gets a chance to examine his iris once again, thanks to how close they are.
The boy in front of him is just so perfect. Harry can even feel his breath on his face. The closeness is overwhelming and he tries to draw in some air as quiet as possible, but Louis still seems to notice it, his eyes flickering to Harry´s mouth.
Oh hell, fuck, fuck, Harry´s mind starts to spin and he can feel himself lean just the slightest bit closer towards Louis´ face, without even wanting it- well, he wants it, he really does, but- he can´t stand the temptation anymore and closes his eyes, covering it with a yawn.
“So sleep it is?”, Louis questions with a tiny smile and Harry returns it with a slow nod. He´s actually not that tired, but he can´t have Louis being so near and not kissing him, he can´t do that just randomly on a bus and just not now. Louis probably still sees him only as a friend and getting rejected after a kiss would hurt Harry more than just not kissing him.
The boy next to him shuffles a bit around in his seat and then leans his head against the window, closing his eyes. Harry watches it with a silent sigh escaping his lips and he starts to get more comfortable himself.
The seat is really one of the worst things he has ever tried to sleep on, and he slept on Niall´s air mattress once which decided to literally fart out all the air inside of it not even half into the night. And they camped on literal rocks.
But back to the seat, this monstrous piece of clumped cushions. It´s about eight inches wide, if that´s even the correct description, and not much longer. Then there´s also not enough space for Harry´s legs, because apparently everyone is as short as Louis, whose legs fit perfectly between the seat in front of him and his own.
That´s also a problem: Harry tries his hardest to not touch his friend, it´d probably look quite hilarious for anyone walking by. But he doesn´t want Louis to get into an awkward situation, so weird position it is.
“… no food left and it seems as I am the only survivor in this rolling disaster. My brave fellows all lay unmoving there, God bless them. Our food ration is very spare, but I´ll try again and see if there maybe is a bit more in the depths of my package. God forbid, please don´t leave me with having to eat my companions!”
Harry blinks a few times, irritated. As the talking continues, he fully opens his eyes with a frown and looks into the direction of the person speaking, which is Niall.
“…just found an old mars bar, it already was opened, but I think the situation we´re in lets us forget about hygiene, this is about surviving! I just don´t think this will be enough in the end, maybe…”, Niall turns in his seat to look at Harry and his features bright up. “Oh you´re awake!”, he suddenly squeals and stops the tape, or whatever he was doing, on his phone. He doesn´t seem to have noticed the doodles on his face yet.
“What were you-“, Harry starts but then yawns mid-sentence. Niall shrugs, “I was bored and literally everyone around me was asleep so I started documenting that, dunno.” Harry chuckles while he puts his arms up to stretch, unintentionally bumping his left arm into Louis, who´s still asleep against the window.
He slightly stirs and Harry holds his breath, releasing it when the boy keeps on sleeping. “Uhm…”, Niall clears his throat which makes Harry´s attention snap to him. “What?”, he asks suspiciously, “Was I staring?” Niall nods contently.
“Ah shit”, Harry mutters, then turns to Louis again. “But look at him! He´s all cute and fluffy!”, he coos and searches for his phone. Niall chuckles.
“What?”, Harry asks again, turning around with his phone in his hand. His best friend grins, but shrugs. “I´m not judging you, I just did the same.”
“Huh? Of whom?”, Harry frowns and Niall´s grin grows wider. “Of you and Louis, dummy.”, he informs him.
Harry purses his lips. “Can I see?”
Niall pulls out his phone and turns it around for Harry to look at the photos. They show Louis and Harry somehow cuddling, Harry´s head on Louis´ shoulder and Louis´ hand resting on Harry´s knee. It makes the curly boy blush.
They look like a fucking couple. A fucking close one. Wait where´s Louis´ hand now? Harry quickly looks down to his knee to find Louis´ fingertips still resting on it. A fond smile tugs at his lips and he carefully reaches his hand out to lightly brush over Louis´ with the back of his hand. It´s soft and the touch sends shivers down Harry´s arm.
“Goddamn! What the hell did you do to my face?!”
Notes:
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