Pre-note: credit to that one meme for the beginning of this chapter .

"Hi, Louis." Felix, a boy in a few of Louis' classes walks up to him, "you look nice today." The tall boy comments with a smile.

Louis grins and blushes, "thanks, Feli-"

"Hi, Louis, you look beautiful every day." It's Harry, with a frown on his face and his hair pulled back by a headband. He comes up next to Louis and shoos the other teen away with a wave of his hand, "bye, Felix."

The tall blond boy looks confused but leaves with a small smile wave.

"Harry." Louis scolds, slapping the teen's chest.

"What?" Harry tilts his head, looking similar to a puppy.

"Ugh," the cheerleader rolls his eyes, "I'm going to have no friends if we start dating."

"We are dating, though."

"I actually hate you." Louis huffs, turning around and rummaging through his locker. "Leave me alone, I'm still mad at you for making Niall lie."

"I didn't make him do anything," the green-eyed boy holds his hands up in defense, "he just wanted the money."

"Harry, I can either stay here and sass you to death but I have detention in a couple of minutes." Louis shuts his locker and leans up to hug the taller boy. "I'll see you later-" His body becomes rigid as soon as he sees the familiar head of bright red hair, "bitch."

Harry pulls away and his pink lips stretched into a frown, "why did you call me a bitch?" He murmurs.

Louis groans and pushes the boy out of the way, "not you." He points across the hall. "That bitch is back."

And at that exact moment, the tall thin red catches sight of him and immediately smiles as she begins to make her way to them. Her long pale legs almost blinding Louis' poor eyes.

"Is that Louis Tomlinson?"

Louis can feel his ears bleeding, "Maisie." He puts the most bored expression on his face.

She bats her lashes as her smile widens. "Oh, call me Tammy. I changed it, my dear." Her  gaze travels to Harry, "Harry!" And then shes wrapping her arms around the taller boy's body.

The blue-eyed boy raises one of his brows and cocks his hip, he isn't surprised when the redhead glares at him over Harry's shoulder so he sends one back—if looks could kill, she'd be lying dead the middle of the hall.

"So, Maisie," Louis emphasizes her name, and crosses his arms, "you changed your name again, what's that? Name number three?"

The tall redhead pulls away from Harry but keeps her hand on his bicep, "Maisie was too boring. I like Tammy, it's chic." She pauses and over dramatically gasps. "Wow, Harry. Have you been working out?" She flutters her lashes and uses her free hand to twirl a strand of her hair.

"Actually I have, I got this new membership at a gym a couple of blocks from my house and-"

"Well, would you look at the time." Louis holds up his cellphone. "I have to get going." He practically rips the redhead's hand from the football player's arm and pulls the latter down by the collar of his shirt, kissing Harry's lips forcefully but it doesn't last a second before the Harry is kissing back twice as hard (nearly sending Louis flying back into the wall of lockers). Finally, Louis pulls away, not before biting into the green-eyed boy's bottom lip. "I'll see you later, baby." He places his finger on Harry's mouth when the boy tries to kiss him again. "You can get more kisses later."

Louis turns away and begins walking down the hall, "bye, Maisie." He says with a smirk and a wave.

"I must say, Mr. Tomlinson, I'm surprised you showed up." The school principal says, his bushy grey eyebrows high.

Louis gives him a tight-lipped smile, "it isn't like I have anything else to do." He says sarcastically.

The older man sighs and rubs his forehead, "Mr. Tomlinson, I understand that you are mad-"

"I really don't want to talk about this, Sir." Louis props a hand on his hip and gestures to the shut door. "Can I go inside now?"

Detention isn't as bad as Louis thought. He made a couple of friends with the other students also in detention, they offered him some weed when the supervisor left for the washroom. And Louis may or may not have taken it, (he did). They even invited him to a party that was next week.

"It's at Julia's house," the redhead boy says, pointing to the girl sitting on Louis' other side. "Her parents are gone for all of next week but the party is on Wednesday."

"It's on Friday, Mo." Julia rolls her eyes. "I literally told you that this morning."

"Oh, Jules, we all know that Mo was faded as fuck this morning," Henry speaks up, another one of the friends Louis has made.

"Bye, guys!" Louis calls out to the small group of teens.

"Bye, Louis! Remember to wrap the tip!" Julia screams in the empty hallway.

The cheerleader bursts into laughter and accidentally bumps into a locker. He winces and makes his way out the school, holding his elbow with a pout on his lips.

"Are you Louis William Tomlinson?"

Louis almost pisses himself, the deep voice scaring the living daylights out of him. He faces the owner of the narrator-worthly voice and squints. "Um," Louis shoots the middle-aged man a weird look. "Who are you?"

The older man straightens his blazer. "I was sent by Mr. Styles to pick you up and take you to his house."

Obviously. Louis rolls his eyes, only Harry would do something so dramatic in the place of something so simple. Louis couldn't deny that he liked it though. "Why couldn't Harry just pick me up himself?"

"Mr. Styles was not finished planning your special evening together and asked me to take the longest route possible to ensure that he has enough time." He opens the back door of the car and holds out his hand. "I'll take your bag, Mr. Styles'-soon-to-be-boyfriend."

"Louis is fine." He hands his bag over to the man and gets into the car.

"Mr. Styles specifically instructed me to only refer to you as Mr. Styles'-soon-to-be-boyfriend." Then the door shut.

Louis huffs. "That little shit."

The drive was less awkward than Louis thought, after all, he knew absolutely nothing about Leon. Music plays as the man drives, and Louis even opens a window to let in some fresh air. After almost thirty minutes, they pull into a long driveway that leads up to a large house. "Thanks, Leon." The cheerleader grins and hops out of the car. Louis stares up at the mansion with wide eyes and takes his bag from the older man. "Holy shit, Harry lives here?"

The house is huge, not bigger than Louis' but close enough. It's gated off and in one of the richest neighbourhoods in the city, not a surprise. Among the extravagant black metal fences, trees also surround the home. With the mix of beige and white bricks are large windows that cover most of the walls as a large garden takes up most of the front yard. He could only imagine what the interior is.

The man in the tux nods and shuts the car door. "This is where Mr. Styles is when he isn't with you."

Louis rolls his eyes, "did he tell you to say that too?"

Leon nods and leads the smaller boy to the front door, "Mr. Styles told me to reassure you that he is not cheating on you."

"What else did that fucker say?"

Leon's face is still emotionless. "Mr. Styles told me not to tell you anything else." He rings the doorbell for the two of them and stands back once it opens.

the tall door is pulled open. "Baby," Harry smiles, swinging a rag over his shoulder and tugging Louis into the house by the boy's hand. "Thanks, Leon!" The older gentleman leaves with a too formal bow and returns to his car. Harry turns his attention back on the cheerleader. "Lou, don't you look ever so gorgeous in Gucci."

"Thanks, daddy long legs." Louis giggles. "It smells good." Louis notes, dropping his bag in Harry's hand and slips off his shoes. "Do you have chefs?"

Harry hums at just the word 'daddy' coming from Louis' mouth. It gave him a different kind of warm feeling. The taller teen places his free hand on Louis' waist, "I sent them home. What you're smelling is my signature dish."

"Mhm," hums Louis, he stands to his full height and lets Harry unzip his sweater. "What is it?"

"Pasta."

"Wow, so original." Louis mocks.

"Hey," Harry pouts, "I thought you liked pasta."

"I do." Louis nods, swinging his arms around Harry's neck, yanking the other boy down for a short kiss. "I just don't know if I'll like your pasta."

Harry only scoffs, "shut up, you bottom bitch." Louis gasps, being the dramatic bitch he is.

Harry ignores him as he takes Louis' hand into his and pulls them away from the front door. "This is the living room." He brings them to a wide-open room, a combination of reds and browns cover it from floor to ceiling. A long couch is up against one wall and a fireplace and flat-screen television on the other. A glass coffee table in the middle of the room and a sparkly chandelier hangs from above their heads. "Well, it's one of them."

"Jesus." Louis' eyes are wide, "wait, where are your parents? How big is your house?"

"My dad and mum went away for the week. I think they went to California this time or Las Vegas. I don't know but they took the private jet." Harry shrugs. "The house is four floors if you count the basement, but I don't know how many rooms there are or what most of them are for. We have an indoor and outdoor swimming pool, backyard tennis court and.." Harry taps his finger on his chin, "a movie room, and I'm getting my own gym renovated upstairs, which is why I have a membership down the street."

"About that," the blue-eyed boy huffs, "what are your thoughts on Maisie?"

Harry's eyebrows knot together. "She's nice, and kind of funny." He contemplated, "she asked what gym I use and wants us to work out together."

Louis blinks and swipes his bag from Harry. He waltzes toward the front door and slips on his runners—on the wrong feet—and opens the door but a hand shuts it before he could even get one foot out. "Lou, what did I say?"

The cheerleader crosses his arms and faces Harry with a brow raised. "Are you serious?"

Harry just nods, reaching down and carefully takes the bag from Louis' hand to set it down. "I don't know why you're mad." He says cautiously but curiously.

"Fucking shit." Louis cruses, "I'm mad because you actually like her!" He stomps his small foot. He was acting like a child, sue him.

"Who?" Harry probes.

"Petra, Maisie, Tammy!" Louis nearly screams, "I hate her with all my soul and more." He bites on the inside of the cheek. "And I'm a jealous bitch so if you want to date me, you're going to have to put up with me."

A few moments pass before Harry laughs which surprises and offends Louis in all the same breath. "Oh god," He cackles. "I would never go for her." He insists.

"No shit, you're gay." Louis remarks.

"Baby," Harry wraps an arm around Louis' waist. "Honey." He lets his other hand drop to the boy's bottom and squeezes a cheek through the sweatpants. "Bunnyboo." He nuzzles their noses. "Sweetcheeks." Harry's fingers dig into Louis' ass, "little one." He pushes their crotches together. "Babycakes."

Louis keeps his bitch-face on, though it was much of struggle. "What?"

The football player purses his lips to hide his smile. "I get jealous. Really jealous and I think you're the one who has to put up with me."

"I don't care." Louis mumbles.

Harry hums in delight. "I guess we'll just have to be two jealous bitches together."

"Fine." The smaller of the two breathes out. "But I still don't want you working out with her without me." He frowns, "you're gay but that isn't going to stop her from dropping to her knees to suck your dick."

"Trust me, babycakes. This dick is yours."

Louis giggles, before looking away from Harry. "I smell something burning."

Harry's face twists in horror. "My pasta!"

"Nice going, Harold. Gordon Ramsay would be disappointed." Louis is sitting on the counter, swinging his feet and staring at Harry's futile attempt to save the pot from the stuck-on burnt pasta sauce. "Face it and toss that pot."

"No," the older is stubborn. "I wanted to make a romantic dinner for us and I even bought little candles." Harry points over his shoulder at the box by the kitchen table. "Bought a whole fucking box so I could spell out your name in the backyard."

Louis ignores the small part of him wanting to mention the fact that Harry's romantic idea is a fire hazard and takes it for what it's worth because Harry was cute, he was sweet and most importantly, he liked Louis just as much as Louis liked him. The cheerleader smiles softly, "Harry, don't stress yourself too much."

The teen drops the pot in the sink, slumping over the counter and groaning deeply. "I just wanted to make this a cute ass cliche date that we could tell our kids someday."

The cheerleader bites his lip and pats the counter next to him. "C'mere, big boy." Like a child, Harry trudges over to the boy, his head hung low and curls covering his face. He walks into Louis' opened arms and lets the younger rub circles on his back. "Let's just go to the supermarket and buy a whole bunch of food." He softly pinches Harry's love handles. He wanted to bite them actually.

Harry lifts his head and pouts, "can I get cheesecake?"

"Yes, you can get cheesecake."

"Can I get maple cookies?"

"Yes, you can get maple cookies."

"Can I eat your ass?"

"Yes you can eat my-" Louis pauses and shoves Harry away and wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Harry!"

The once upset football player smirks and leans over Louis, despite the smaller boy squirming away with cute little giggles. "You almost said I could." He says matter-of-factly.

"Oh, fuck off." Louis squeals when Harry picks him up by his thighs and brings them to the front door.

Louis is wiggling in Harry's arms when the latter is grabbing his wallet, keys and slipping on slide sandals. He brings them to the garage door and manages to get Louisbuckled into the passenger seat.

"Harry!" Louis pokes at the man's stomach. "I need my shoes!"

"I can't believe you didn't let me go back for my shoes," Louis says miserably, looking down at his wiggling toes.

Harry shrugs and pushes the cart, "it was an excuse so I can carry you everywhere."

Louis pouts and crosses his arms, the metal bars are making his ass hurt and he hates not being able to grab things without Harry knowing, the older boy pushing the cart away just when Louis is about to take a bag of chips.

"Yeah, and now look at where I am." The boy gestures to the cart. Truth is, Louis doesn't care about the bizarre looks being shot at him, a teenager sitting in a cart.

Harry chuckles, Louis was so small. He looked even smaller inside the cart. "Oh sweetums, don't you just love this?" Harry is holding up a box of oatmeal. He shakes the box and grins, "don't you love the dinosaur egg oatmeal?"

The cheerleader keeps his death glare set on Harry then nods once but not smiling when Harry drops it into the cart. It continues like that for the rest of the trip, Harry showing Louis various foods and letting the boy decide on whether to get it or not. The only time Harry gets a different reaction from Louis is when he holds up a banana causing Louis to throw a box of granola bars at him from inside the cart.

It isn't until Louis is in line, still sitting in the cart and almost groans when he sees there is only one cashier open. He actually does let out a short scream when he sees who is working the register. Louis turns away from the girl at the register and silently helps Harry set out the food on the conveyor belt.

"Louis."

"Stacy." He sticks out his chin and raises an eyebrow. "Suspended yet?"

"Shut up," the girl hisses.

It's quiet for the rest of the time but the tension is unmistakable. Finally, Harry finishes setting the last bag in the cart and begins pushing it away.

"Harry, stop." Louis holds out his hand, and leans onto his knees, ignoring the painful metal digging into his bone. "Stacy! You're off the cheer-squad!"

And the mixture of anger, annoyance and most importantly aggravation made Louis' hour in a metal cart worth it.

Harry starts to push the cart again, stiffing his laughs into his arm as they leave the supermarket. "Anthos, you're mean."

Louis nods, "I know." He rolls his eyes, "like I was going to keep that bitch on the team when she hit me."

"And spit on you."

"Get me back in there." Louis is about to jump out the cart, "I need to smack her stupid face."

"Oh, no, no you don't." Harry steadies the smaller boy as they reach his car. "Be a good boy for Daddy and give him a kiss."

And Louis may have bit Harry's lip too hard, causing him to bleed but Harry only gasped and pinched Louis' nipple through his shirt. No hard feelings.

NOTE : new update on April 13 at 9:00 pm EST

 *-* def offense to stacy