LOUIS' OUTFIT: MIU MIU 

It was the next day, and a bit before four when Louis was sitting on a hard, uncomfortable plastic chair. "I'm going to fall asleep in here," Louis whispers into his cell phone and hides his face behind his bag. "Save me." He whines.

"Anthos, there are only fifteen minutes left."

"You sent me nudes, and you expect me to just stay here."

"You wanted them." The football player defends.

"Harry," the cheerleader groans, "you bitch, you owe me."

"I'm not going to sneak you out of detention." Harry's laugh rings through the phone, "I'm waiting outside, I brought something different today."

"Is it a ladder to get me the fuck out of here?"

"Mr. Tomlinson!" A hand is ripping his phone from his hand. "No cellphones in detention." It's the detention supervisor. He watches the balding man shut off his phone and place it on the corner of his desk. "You have one more chance." Then, a finger is wiggled in his face.

The small boy only huffs and drops his head on his desk. He denies Julia's offer for a blunt and lazily scribbles dicks on his desk. Soon enough, detention is over and Louis is strutting down the hallway in his white mini skirt and matching jacket, and his little shoes tapping against the linoleum floor. The blue-eyed boy flicks his hair from his face and fixes his little chiffon scarf as he comes to the entrance of the school.

"Looking as gorgeous as ever, babe!" A voice shouts.

Louis looks up and immediately smiles and practically tackles Harry into a bush.

"I'm guessing you missed me." The football player laughs, balancing himself and peppering kisses all over Louis' face.

"Very much so." Louis giggles, shying away from the kisses and pinching Harry's nipple. "What did you bring today?" He asks, almost feeling the anticipation radiating off Harry.

The green-eyed teen smirks, his dimples on full view before taking Louis' small hand and leading the latter to the parking lot. A light gust of wind goes by, and Louis would give anything to never be in a stuffy classroom again.

Once he comes to what has Harry so excited, his mouth drops open. "Oh."

"Do you like it?" Harry inquires, grabbing a helmet and passing it over to the smaller boy. "I got it like two years ago and barely use it."

Moments go by and Harry gives Louis a small side-eye glance. "It's fucking hot," Louis finally says, he's in awe. The cheerleader steps closer to the vehicle and drags his fingertips over the leather seat of the motorcycle. "You're so fucking hot."

Harry bites his lip, he can taste a hint of blood, "you're hotter than a pot of boiling water that is about to evaporate."

"Gee, thanks." Louis rolls his eyes. Something combs over his features and he lets out a small noise, similar to a squeak. He cocks his hip and flutters his lashes. "Harry."

Without a beat, Harry replies. "Babycakes."

"Daddy."

"Little one."

"Say..." Louis' voice trails off. "If I asked you to get a piercing with me, would you?" He raises a brow.

Harry's eyes widen and he almost drops his keys. "What are you on?"

"Nothing! I didn't take the weed this time." Louis purses his lips. "I've always wanted to get MDs in the back of my neck and my collarbones but I don't want to get it alone."

"MDs?"

"Mircrodermals."

"Oh," Harry nods once. "Now that I think about it, you'd look scrumptious with piercings."

Louis grins, "So," he's leaning forward and pulling Harry down by the collar of his flannel, "will you come with me?"

Harry's eyes drift to the clean soft skin of Louis' chest, he hums. "Mhm, I'll definitely come on you." The taller of the two grins, earning another nipple pinch. He squirms away from Louis' fingers. "Hop on, sweet cheeks."

"So?"

Harry looks up from his magazine and blows a kiss, a loud one. "Looks beautiful, baby."

The cheerleader goes to dramatically flip his hair but winces, "fuck, can't move my head. How the hell will I cheer with this shit hurting." Louis huffs and turns his whole body to face Harry and takes the magazine from his hands. "Ready to go?"

"Wait." The football player stands up, holding Louis' shoulders and inspecting the four piercings on his collarbones. He stares at the tint of red surrounding the piercing and presses a kiss to Louis' nose before turning the boy around. At the back of his neck are two more piercings, little tiny shiny ones contrasting with his tan skin. "I really like it." He concludes. "I really, really like it."

"Do you?" Louis cautiously turns around, "I was thinking about a tongue piercing too." He pokes out his tongue for a moment.

Harry's mouth drops open as filthy thoughts fill his mind. "Fuck."

"Or maybe even hip bars."

"Fucking fuck."

The smaller boy laughs and sets the magazine down on the small coffee table. "I'll get it later maybe. Ready to go?"

To his surprise, Harry shakes his head and gives him one last kiss before walking up to the front desk. He watches Harry talk to the tattoo-and-piercing-covered-man behind the counter before disappearing down the hall. With absolutely nothing to do, and literally aching, Louis sits down with a confused expression on his face and a small hmfph.

Harry returns a while later, but he's shirtless.

"What the hell," Louis looks up too fast and a pain shoots up his neck. He winces and waves his hands around, "Harry, what the fuck."

"I think I look hot." The football player glances down at his chest and back up at the cheerleader. "Don't I?"

"I'm going to have this burned into my brain forever." Louis shuts his eyes, he's astonished, to say the least.

Harry's chest is covered with his tattoos of birds, a butterfly leaves on his hips and a little happy trail leading into the band of his Calvin Klein underwear. Now, there are fucking silver rings on his nipples, the skin is red and obviously irritated.

Louis reaches out and feels an overwhelming desire to just poke Harry's nipple. "I can't believe you did it."

A wash of regret flashes through Harry's eyes and he quickly whips around to face the empty desk. "Oh my god," He hyperventilates. "What did I do."

"No!"

"How do I get these out of me-" Harry is still breathing heavily, his back towards Louis.

The cheerleader almost jumps on Harry's back but instead grasps his bare shoulders. "First, calm down before you get an asthma attack. Second, just keep them. Keep them forever."

The older teen turns to Louis again, he's biting his lip and twisting his shirt in between his fingers nervously. "And then will you marry me?"

Louis just sighs fondly and shakes his head. "Just keep the piercings."

LOUIS' OUTFIT: YSL 

The next day's detention is utter hell. Louis gets a cracked chair and the supervisor won't let him change it, and the ugly pointy plastic is poking his ass. To add on, Stanley is right next to him, making fairly stupid comments about Louis' new piercings.

"Hey, if you pass a fridge will you cling to it like you cling to Styles?"

The cheerleader rolls his eyes, reading over his essay. "I'm not going to waste my breath on you."

"How about you don't waste your time with Styles and go out with me?" Another voice says from the back of the room.

Louis turns around and actually groans. "Fuck off, Nathan."

"Mr. Tomlinson, no swearing." The supervisor points a finger.

"Hey, Harry!"

The football captain turns around, wiping the sweat off his forehead and high-fiving Niall. "What's up?"

The blond jogs in his spot, the jersey he's wearing is drenched in sweat and possibly water considering his bottle is the only one that's empty. "I was wondering when you were going to ask Louis to be your boyfriend." He was rather blunt.

Harry finishes tying his cleats and stretches his back, "I was thinking on Sunday just before my family dinner."

"Are you serious?" Niall raises his brows. "He's going to have no choice but to say yes when he's about to see your family."

They both begin following the rest of the team by doing laps around the field. "That's the point." Harry breathes steadily.

Niall sighs, speeding up to keep up with the other teen. "No offense, Cap, but that's evil."

"I know it is." Harry easily maneuvers to the front of the team, leading them around the perimeter of the football field.

They pass a group of cheerleaders in the bleachers and get whistles and shouts—sadly, a certain blue-eyed boy is missing so Harry doesn't bother to wink in their direction.

"I don't think you have anything to be scared of," Niall clears his throat. "Louis is going to say yes if you ask him right now."

"I guess," Harry shrugs. A tiny, tiny part of him was actually just scared of shooting his shot—he didn't have much to lose, considering that the rest of him knew Louis was going to say yes, but he didn't want to lose the little he had. If that made any sense.

"You should ask him like right now," Niall elbows him with wide blue eyes. "Right now as in right now."

"Why?" The taller nudges him back, continuing jogging around the field.

"Nathan is in detention with him," Niall reveals, "Stanley too."

Harry immediately frowns not saying a word before taking off towards the school instead of around the field again.

The rest of the team is a pack of lost puppies without him. "Where is he going?" A football player asks.

"Maybe it's a different warm-up." One replies.

"We should follow him." Another suggests. And just like that, the ten players follow after their captain.

The eleventh player, Niall, stops running and watches with his arms in the air, "guys! Where are you going?"

"Following Cap! New warm-up!" A player shouts back.

"Twats." The blonde shakes his head but eventually runs after the rest of the team.

"You know what, Tommo the tease?"

"What do I know, Stanley?" Louis drops his head in his hands.

The teen leans closer, after shooting the sleeping supervisor a glance. "I bet you know Styles' credit card info."

The cheerleader makes a noise of annoyance. "You're a stupid piece of shit, you know?"

Louis stands up and begins walking towards the front desk before slamming his paper down - scaring the sleeping supervisor who falls off their chair with a scream. "Tomlinson!"

Louis rolls his eyes and cocks his hip. "Don't sleep on the job." He waltzes back to his desk and slumps in his seat, taking out his headphones and plugging his ears with his music on shuffle.

A few moments later, a loud knock on the door breaks Stanley and Nathan's talk about the hottest girls in the school. The supervisor stands from their chair and swings it open before stepping backward, "what the heck-"

"I need to speak to Louis."

The small boy is scribbling over his desk, drawing small faces over the dicks from yesterday when a hand lands over his 'masterpiece'. He recognizes that cross tattoo and slowly looks up. "Harry?"

"Hey, bunnyboo." The cherry cheeks of the captain become brighter if possible. Harry drops to his knees and lays his head next to Louis', "can I ask you something very, very important?"

"I don't know who you are, but you need to leave." The supervisor is standing by their desk. "This is detention and no visitors!"

Louis ignores them and takes out his headphones. "What did you say?"

"Will you do me the honour and pleasure, and also save a large part of my ego and self-esteem by being my boyfriend?" Harry's eyes are hopeful, his tongue poking out to moisten his lips and nose crinkling the slightest. "Pretty please with a million dollars on top?"

The cheerleader smiles, closed-mouthed but it makes the corner of his eyes wrinkle. "Harry Styles, you sap."

"Say yes!" A voice shouts from the door, and Louis quickly shoots up—colliding his and Harry's heads in the process. They both wince.

At the door, also ignoring the supervisors pleads to leave, is the whole football team. All of them, standing in sweaty clothes and all piled over each other as if they're watching a teen drama.

Louis turns back to Harry, rubbing his forehead and bites his lip. "I guess I have to say yes."

Harry grins, almost squealing in delight. "I guess you do, boyfriend."

"Finally!" A familiar voice says from the back of the team. "Only took you half a billion years!"

After a short make-out session, incredibly short because the supervisor threatened to call the principal, Harry and the rest of the team leave—not after Harry points a finger at Nathan and Stanley and says, "don't hit on my boyfriend or I'll fuck both of you up."

And in the hallway, Harry got several pats on the back, ruffles of his hair and a couple slaps on his ass from his teammates.