👀 oh oops it's not the weekend but what the hell.

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He felt awful. He didn't think it would ever go this far. He tried to look for ways, for anything that could have him back out, but he found none. He didn't know how longer he could this, why did he ever agree?

And now. Looking at their entwined hands, at his warm smile, he's sickened with himself with what he's doing. So he wills the butterflies away, because this wasn't supposed to happen, not now, not after he said he'd do anything to break him, no matter what.

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Harry leaned down and kissed Louis on the mouth, Louis giggled against his lips, and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck to keep him close to him. Their mouths moved against each other in a sweet moment shared by only them, but glanced at by many others who just couldn't look the other way.

"You really are so beautiful," Harry murmured as he pulled back and helped Louis grab his books.

Louis slapped him on the arm playfully, "saying that a million times a day won't make it beautiful."

Harry fake gasped, "It's only the truth Lou. Anyone would be crazy not to see it. Everyone here thinks so and its why everyone here probably hates me."

"Why would they hate you? If anything I feel like the girls here are all banding together to murder me." Louis laughed.

"I don't care about them, you're the one I care about. Finally I can have a reason to fuck someone up if they say shit about you," Harry flexed his muscles and glared at some of the guys that walked by, he's had to endure most if not all, bluntly describe what they would do to Louis for the past some months and he's gotten quite sick of it.

"Likewise Harold." Louis smiled at him, and Harry walked him to his next class. Louis waved bye and took his seat. Liam arrived as the last few people came in.

"Hm." Liam said to acknowledge Louis. Louis grinned at him and took out his notebooks.

He couldn't quite ignore the glares that he felt were coming his way, but his smile only grew because, he frankly didn't care. He was copying the notes from the board when his pencil was taken from his hand, and his notebook from his desk. "Hey!" He looked up, and saw a well manicured hand holding his pencil, as well as cold grey eyes glaring at him.

"How the heck did you snag Harry Styles, you tacky bitch." The girl demanded.

"I'd appreciate my stuff back." Louis said.

Her grey eyes analyzed him, she wrinkled her nose. "Honestly how the actual f-ck did you get him? You're like a nobody. You're ugly as hell. His taste must be easy sluts." She smiled tauntingly.

"Obviously not, because from what you're telling me he's never been into you." Louis said coolly, he took his pencil back, and her friend who was holding his notebook was too stunned to keep a tight grip on it and so he took that back as well.

She gasped, her fist tightening at her side and shook her head. "You're such a fuxking slut Tomlinson. He's going to leave you like he's left others before you."

Louis ignored her, she looked at her friends and they took their spots at the front of the room. Liam looked at Louis. Louis looked up and Liam and shrugged.

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At lunch, Louis was making his way down one of the aisles in between the tables when his side was grabbed and he was then placed into a lap. Louis shrieked and pushed the arms away. The people at the table laughed. Louis glanced up to see if a teacher had seen this, but no, they were all at their table down on the other side. Louis didn't feel like snitching so he just stood up, and continued his way. But- of course a teacher wouldn't see but Harry would.

Harry, who was currently stomping his way towards whoever had grabbed Louis, it was good that he had to pass Louis to do so. Louis grabbed his arm, "it's not worth it." He mumbled.

Harry looked past him, he saw that the guy, another guy from his football team was currently being high fived by the others at his table. "Not now anyway." Harry muttered lowly, he grabbed Louis' hand and they walked outside. They passed by a few people as they walked to the edge of the building and sat down. "You need to distract me." Harry said softly. "Or I will go back there."

Louis bit his lower lip, he glanced around and when he saw no one, he took a deep breath. "You need to stop being jealous. I can take care of myself Harold." He stated as he sat in Harry's lap, and placed Harry's hands on his waist. He looked up at Harry and placed his own hands on Harry's shoulder, he moved himself so that he was facing Harry and his legs were on either side of Harry's waist.

"It's hard. I barely finally have you and everyone thinks they get to have a piece of you." Harry mumbled.

Louis smiled faintly, "Yeah, but who's lap am I on right now? And who do I really want to kiss." He teased.

Harry smirked, he leaned down and caught Louis' lips in his. Louis smiled during the kiss, and pulled back. "Now Harold, we shouldn't start something we can't finish now can we?"

Harry groaned, "who said we weren't going to finish?" He kissed Louis' jawline, tilting his head to the side to allow access to his neck, sucking a bruise against the skin there. Louis moaned lightly, tightening his hold on Harry's shoulder.

They were broken apart by a rather awkward cough. They looked up at the same time and saw Liam looking away from them. "Why- why is it always you Liam?" Harry asked.

"Well, I figured you guys wouldn't want to miss fifth period." Liam explained.

"Who said that?" Harry said, nevertheless Louis got off him and they both stood up.

Liam frowned, "We've got five minutes."

Harry sighed, Louis leaned up and kissed his cheek, "Later...maybe."

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Louis was shy, he was still slightly shy, but his mouth still didn't have a filter. Which is something that Harry completely adored about him. That he wasn't taking Harry's shit, but that at the same when Harry would say something Louis would duck his head and blush slightly.

Later that night, when they're up in Harry's room, and Harry has his hand tugging at Louis' shirt. He can feel his skin warm up as his other hand cupped his cheek. They've known each other for a few months, they've been okay with each other even less, and they've been official even less than that, but they were simply teenagers.

Harry slowly tried pulling up Louis' shirt. Louis pulled back, his lips parted, a sly smile on his face as he shook his head. "Not yet," before leaning up and kissing Harry again, entwining their hands so that Harry won't try and do something else because louis doesn't think he could pull away again.

Harry settles for kissing Louis, and marking him up, because he was his, and Harry was happy to finally show it.  Louis let out a breathy moan, he entangled his hands in his curls, they found home as they tugged softly. Louis doesn't even remember that he used to hate Harry. Or was he just pushing away the inevitable?

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"I want out." He said.

She looked at him and tilted her head, her eyes raking over him. "Doesn't seem so."

"It wasn't supposed to get this far. I wasn't-"

"Yeah, but you did! So now you have to deal with it. It's over when or if you win. If not, well, no ones ever seen him cry so who knows?"

He glared at her. "He can't know."

"I won't tell him if you won't."

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Is it

Harry.

Or.

Louis.