Louis returns to school that monday, anxious at the though if having to come face to face with Liam, his once best friend. He feels a bit bad for Liam. He knows Liam better than anyone else. He knows that Liam hates being rejected. Liam takes the rejection, yeah, but then fills up the hole in his pride by saying and doing things to tear the other person down.

"Hey, Are you Louis?" A strong Irish accent asks, driving Louis away from his one to many thoughts. Louis replies with a short nod, curious as to why this bloke was talking to him. Not to be rude, but no one really pays attention to him.

"Theres a party tonight, at my friend James's house, he's a uni student." He starts to explain, feeling nervous because he has never spoken a word to Louis before. He doesn't wanna freak him out, "I was wondering if you wanted to go, I mean- I just saw what happened Friday with that guy and stuff and I figured maybe you needed a break from all this shit, you know?"

Louis looks at him, searching his face for any kind of uncertainty. He didn't trust this guy; no one genuinely cared about him. There's gotta be a catch, he swears there is.

"What's your name?" Louis asks, stalling the wait for his answer to this guys question. It sounds like fun, but he's scared. Plus, he wanted to spend the night with Harry. His mind was always clouded with Harry. Louis swears he's falling in love.

"Niall." The blonde says, a grin on his face to mask the worry he had that Louis would deny his offer.

"Well, Niall." Louis laughs, "That means a lot, but I don't think I can tonight, I am gonna have to deny that offer." He says, feeling guilty he noticed Niall become a bit down at his reply.

Turn down what?" Louis hears Harry's voice, laced with Jealous. Shit. 

"Nothing important." Niall says, sensing Louis's nervousness, "Just wanted to hang out with him but he was busy so thats that."

Louis smiles at Niall, sending a silent thank you, "Maybe we can one day, you seem pretty cool, Niall."

"So I've been told."

-

"So I was thinking." Louis mutters between moans, Harry currently had him pressed against the Janitors closet, licking and sucking at his hole. Harry had tugged him into the janitors closet soon after Niall had left, simply because he was jealous. Louis thought it was absurd, but right now he isn't complaining.

"Fuck- You should come ove- oh god, -tonight." He pants, pushing back on Harry's tongue, forehead pressed against the door.

Harry pulls back for a second, shaking his head, "Sorry, Lou. Gotta work tonight." He lies, pressing a finger into Louis, then slipping his tongue in next to him.

"Oh god H." Louis whimpers, avoiding the disappointment he has because Harry couldn't spend time with him. But he understand, sometimes things don't go the way you want them to, but Louis feels like the never do, at all for him. He's positive the world is out to destroy him.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Harry smirks, biting softly at the skin on Louis's bum, pressing another finger inside of him, searching for his prostate. He knows he finds it when Louis calls out his name loud. Loud enough for someone to hear easily.

Harry smacks his bum, growling, "Be quiet, fucking slut." He says, fingers fucking hard into Louis's special spot.

-

"Hey Niall!" Louis calls, rushing up o catch up to Niall.

He had been waiting at his locker for Harry, but he never showed up, so Louis spotted Niall and thought that maybe going to this party wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"Hey Lou." Niall smiles, "You okay?" He asks, turning around to look at the pretty boy.

"Yeah- I changed my mind." Louis says. "I wanna go to the party, but I don't have a ride."

Niall nods, happy Louis decided to go. He has always thought Louis was cool. He was never that great at making friends. He worried he annoyed them with how happy and quirky he was all the time. So when Louis said no early, he had been feeling sorry for himself.

"You can just hang out with me until it starts then." Niall offers, "And we can run by your house so you can change."

"Whats wrong with what I have on now?" Louis pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Louis you literally are wearing a blue and red striped shirt with red khasis." Niall laughs, shaking his head, "I'm sorry mate, but you're gonna have to wear something a bit more loose."

Louis nods, smiling to himself, "I've got plenty of cool things to wear."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"I do!" He defends himself, huffing as they make their way towards Niall's blue truck. It was old, but new looking. If that makes any sense at all. Louis liked it. Niall shrugs, getting into the truck, Louis doing the same seconds later.

Once Louis is in the truck, he pulls out his phone and furrows his eyebrows.

28 missed calls
3 voicemails
51 messages

All from Harry.

Louis is about to open the messages when he gets a phone call, butterflies in his stomach, he can't tell wether it's from being nervous about getting yelled at, or if it's because It's Harry.

"Hi, Harry." Louis says, he blushes at the way his voice wavers.

"Where the fuck are you, Louis?" Harry almost growls, Louis can feel goosebumps rise on every part of his skin at the raspy sound of Harry's voice.

"I'm with Niall, calm down." Louis snaps. He is not about to get yelled at by Harry. If Harry wanted to see him, he should've came to his locker like he said he was going to.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Harry yells, "I was so worried about you! I didn't know where you were."

"Okay, sorry Dad." He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"It's Daddy to you." Harry says. Louis only blushes, not saying anything, soon enough, Harry is back on subject, "Why weren't you answering your phone, I was looking for you everywhere Louis."

"I thought you had already left." He defends, "You weren't at my locker like you said you were gonna be, so I just left."

"Stop arguing with me." Harry says, Louis can't see him but he knows his eyes more and likely got a bit darker. It happened when Harry was extremely pissed off. What can he say? Years of studying Harry hadn't gone to waste.

"What? You are the only that called and started yelling my ear off." He defends,"Don't turn this around on me. I'm not arguing. I'm explaining myself to you, Harry. So knock it off."

"You always think you are right, don't you? Well, Louis. If you are so great with every situation then how come people keep pushing you around?" Harry snaps, "Not to mention the night in the park-"

"Shut up!" Louis says, not knowing why Harry was bringing that up. What he was saying made absolutely no sense. He was just saying things to get Louis to back down, and Louis was definitely not having that.

"You know I'm r-"

"No, Harry Louis says, "I am tired of you speaking to me like I have no right to have an opinion. Whatever you say I agree. So yeah, I've had a crush on you for like a billion years and now you finally get to know me, and you know things no one else has known, been with me in ways no one hasnt been in with me." He takes a breath, "But that doesn't mean you have any right to use my insecurities against me. And it most certainly doesn't mean you can manipulate me just because Im small and I submit to you in bed."

"You had a crush on me for years?" Harry asks, humming lightly, shocked...but then again. He wasn't shocked at all.

"Thats all you got out of that?" Louis says, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You know I don't even know why I try with you anymore."

"Because you've had a massive crush on me for ye-"

"Bye."