// tbh I love you all //

I just realized I don't ever mention my snowflake I'm sorry !

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"You both have detention?" Niall exclaimed.

"Yup!" Harry rolled his eyes as he slammed his locker shut. It was the end of the day and he was waiting to the very last minute until he had to be stuck in a room with Louis.

"What are you gonna do?" Niall asked.

"What d'ya mean what am I gonna do? Sit there and nothing." Harry snapped.

Niall held his hands up in defense. "I dunno mate, it's detention from what you've told me before, stuff always goes down." He pulls out his phone and sighs, "I gotta go, text me if something happens and please- be at least civil." Niall waved him off and sprinted towards the other end of the hallway where the exit doors were.

Harry slowed his walk and it was 15:15 when he finally walked into the detention room.

Louis wasn't there. Mr. Andrews was and he looked ticked off. "That's an extra ten minutes Mr. Styles." He reprimanded. Harry carelessly shrugged as he walked towards the desk and slumped down into it. It was thirty seconds later that louis walked in, he was dressed in his same clothing. He'd argued that 'the rules' were for girls, that they should change the rules first and then speak to him. He scowled slightly as Mr. Andrews repeated the phrase towards him. He sat down at the back of the room and rested his head on his arms which he placed on the desk.

"Okay, so this detention will be a bit different. It seems that I have to run somewhere so you'll be serving detention in the office-"

"Well- why didn't you tell us that as soon as we came in?" Harry interrupted.

Mr. Andrews ignored him. "Come on." He beckoned them up.

Harry muttered how pathetic and inconvenient this all was. He waited until Louis was at the front before he got up.

Mr. Andrews lead them to the office. Only one of the secretaries was there. "Ms. Adams I brought the lads, can we put them in the backroom or something?"

Harry rolled his eyes and snorted in disbelief- of all the times, now they're going to be cramped up in some backroom?

"Yeah. The old detention room is back there, I'll be here until 18:00 anyway. And mark my words I hear everything." Ms. Adams exclaimed. Louis giggled, and he tried to stifle it with the palm of his hand. Ms. Adams was in her mid 80's, she probably couldn't hear anything a foot away.

Harry stormed into the backroom before Mr. Andrews could show him. He's been in there a few times himself over the course of four years.

He heard Louis' quiet footsteps. And when he found the slightly smaller than an average classroom, he quickly sat down and looked down at his lap. He ignored the sound of Louis' footsteps as he too came in. And didn't even glance up when Mr. Andrews repeated his warnings.

When he left Harry pulled out his phone and earbuds. He discretely places the earbuds through his shirt and into his ears and placed his curly hair over them.

There was a loud clattering that startled him. He jolted back up and snatched his headphones out as he tried to locate the noise. Louis was staring forlornly at a stack of backs that were now on the floor, pages scattered all over the place.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry demanded.

"Ms. Adams said to move the books to the back closet, to make ourselves useful. You were in your own world." Louis muttered. He bent down to pick up the books. Harry exhaled heavily and stood up, he pushed Louis' hands out of the way and easily carried the stack of books.

He located the closet in the back of the room and carried the books in there. He could hear Louis follow him. The closet was quite large, it held numerous dusty old books and other boxes. He placed the books on top of one of the shelves and turned back around, instantly bumping into Louis. Louis jolted back and he would have fallen had Harry not reached out and grabbed his waist.

"Oh." Louis gasped out.

Harry's hand felt good- better than good honestly. It was warm, but rough as well, and Harry quickly tried to pull it back.

"Wait." Louis mumbled, and he raised his hand to keep Harry's there. Smiling slightly at the fact that his own was smaller against Harry's larger hand. "It's okay. Please." And he sighed softly.

"Really? Sometimes-" Harry stopped himself for a moment. "I don't know with you Lou. I just don't know."

"If I said sorry for the millionth time would it change anything?"

"No, and you said you'd stop saying that." Harry pointed out.

"Well, I miss you. And I wish you'd stop looking at me in this new way, and look at me like you used to." Louis whispered.

"Louis, stop. It's not that easy-"

"I know. I know it isn't that easy but I also know that what we had can't just be dumped away. I know that we can do something about it and fix it if we both want to and I know you want to."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because, when Zach talks to me I see the way you glare at him. I see the way your body changes and becomes tense. Because, I know you Harry, and you're kind and sweet. Not the asshole that you've been lately, and I don't hold that against you because I'd be completely pissed off too. I mean, the three fxcking minutes with Zayn aren't worth all this shxt, they're not. You're disgusted with me, and I'm disgusted with myself and I'd take it all back if I could. But you know that, and I know you know that. And I've been trying to get over what we had, because it's crazy to think that the time we spent together should have this huge of an effect on me. That in those two months you could have fallen in love with me. It happened too fast, we happened to fast, but I don't regret getting to know you. I know you think you don't know me but you do, I lied about the context of which I was with you, but not the person that I was. And I can hope that one day you can look at me like you once did- or just not look at me at all, but I believe either of those two would be better than the anger and hurt that burns in your green eyes when you see me. So please," and Louis locked eyes with Harry. "Say something."

"Three minutes?" Harry let out a breath of laughter.

Louis laughed too, "Yeah. It wasn't- I shouldn't have brought it up. Just know I regret it, even though this is probably the millionth time I've said that. I hope we can work things out, even if it means not being together. I just genuinely don't want you to hate me."

Harry brushed the pads of his fingers against Louis' waist. "Beg."

"Hm?"

"Beg." Harry said, his voice lower. "I want to hear you beg."

Louis looked at him in slight disbelief. "Harry-"

"I'm joking. I know youre sorry okay? I'm just really fucking hurt, and I know you've moved past all this and I'm trying. I know I shouldn't be so attached I mean- we were together for two months not two years, but it's hard because I honestly do love you and you betrayed me with the one person in the world that I hate. So I'm trying Louis. It's not easy-"

"I know. Oh god, I'll always be sorry and i honestly would get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, that's all I want. Even if we never get back together. I don't want you to hate me." Louis repeated this softly. "I can't stand the thought of you hating me." And Louis means it.  He smiled and looked up at Harry. "Can we start all over again?"

Harry bit his lower lip. "I can't Lou- not now. I really can't. I'm trying to forgive you but I don't know how."

Louis stepped back and he nodded. "I understand." He dropped Harry's hand and crossed his arms in front of him. "I hope that day comes soon. But, do you mean what you say? About me- you know?"

"No. I'm just angry and bitter. You know that though. I know you know I don't mean it."

"Yeah. I figured." Louis ran a hand through his hair. "I guess- I guess this is a start ya know? Not screaming at each other."

"Maybe." Harry agreed.

Louis looked around at the dusty books. Out of nowhere he started laughing. "You gave me the chocolate kisses that first time, you've always been the one to be good to me Harry. Always so good to me." He quieted down. he turned to walk away, but after a second of stunned silence from Harry he turned back around, leaned up and pressed a fleeting, soft kiss to Harry's cheek. "I never did deserve you, and I never will. And I'm learning to be okay with that."