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2 weeks later.

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Harry was really sick, he could barely move from his bed. He specifically told Louis to stay away so that he wouldn't get sick. Louis failed to listen and was always by Harry's side. Feeding him warm fluids and brushing back his hair from his sweaty forehead.

"You're so sweet," Harry mumbled, he closed his eyes for a moment, but he knew his comment had made Louis smile warmly.

"Just hope you get better soon. I hate being at school without you." Louis whined softly.

"I'll make it up to you, soon, I promise." Harry sighed. Louis smiled wryly.

"You better! I'm counting on it." Louis laughed, just then Harry's mum came in. She smiled happily at the sight in front of her, though worry crossed her mind when she saw that Harry wasn't any better then what he was in the morning.

"Lou, it's getting late. Harry should rest, you will be back tomorrow night yeah?" His mum asked.

"Of course Mrs. Styles." Louis smiled brightly. He stood up and brushed his thumb across Harry's Palm. "Goodnight Harold." And he grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room.

"Well, Harry, how in the world did you manage to meet someone like Lou?" His mum asked curiously. She's seen the type of people Harry's hung out with, so it was sort of confusing as to how Louis got into the picture.

Harry half smiled, but the real emotion showed clearly in his eyes. "It just kind of happened," he answered softly.

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Louis bit his lower lip nervously. He hung out in the bathroom because that's where she said, he'd be waiting. The bell rang and Louis heard the familiar footsteps as people deserted the hallway. The other guy in the room quickly left, and Louis sighed in exasperation.

Just then a familiar hair of black walked in, and then Louis was being picked up and placed on the counter, a warm face pressing against his cheek. Louis smiled tightly. He kept his arms at his side.

"Do you know how hard it is to see you beside that shit?" Zayn mumbled, pressing his lips hastily to Louis'.

"Zayn, don't. We need to talk. Sam said I couldn't back out, but you- you lied to me. You said he was cruel and heartless he's not. He's really nice and I feel really bad. Please don't make me go through with this. I can't."

Zayn's eyes narrowed. "It's been a fucking month Louis. How do you know he's not lying to you? How can you believe his word against the dozens others who say otherwise? Do you want to look like the dumbass at the end of this, or do you want to ruin him? Sure babe, you can back out, but he'll know, everything and it still won't end pretty for you. So you can back out and have it shit on you or you can have it shit on him."

Louis frowned, Zayn grabbed his chin so that their eyes met. "I can't believe you're going to let him fuck you over."

Louis jerked his head away. "I'm not." But he honestly doesn't see how or why Harry would lie to him.

"Have I lied to you?" Zayn murmured.

"No." Louis rolled his eyes slightly.

"Then trust me. He isn't who he says he is. You gotta be one step ahead than the player Lou. I mean, come on. I'm just looking out for you okay."

"Okay." Louis nodded earnestly, and when Zayn kissed Louis fervently on the lips Louis kissed back slowly.

"Nice going for the small dick rumor." Zayn pinched Louis' waist playfully.

"Wasn't a rumor." Louis laughed.

"Funny. If you weren't such a bitch about your virginity you'd know by now." Zayn muttered.

"I'm good, soon. Okay?" Louis wrapped his legs around Zayn's waist.

"Good, better be before the final step of plan takes place." Zayn whispered.

Louis frowned, he hadn't thought about that part yet. Nonetheless it was going to be okay. Like Zayn said, he was just looking out for him.

Louis bit his lower lip, moments before Zayn captured it in his own. Louis whined softly, guilt coursing through him like crazy.

Zayn smiled, because like Louis was playing Harry, he was playing Louis, but hey- it wasn't his fault Louis was just that easy to manipulate. A few words here, some soft touches there. He'd finally get Harry back- because of course anyone could see, just exactly how much Harry cared for Louis. Except, Louis of course. So Zayn kissed him softly, and Louis kissed back.

Neither of their minds focused on that moment, but instead, reeling towards future moments.

Louis feels guilty, but Zayn tells him not to.

"You're just playing him at his own game Lou. Trust me." Zayn had told him numerous weeks ago, right after Louis had confronted him about Harry's comment of him and Gigi. Zayn denied all of it, and Louis believed him- everyone told him Zayn was a nice guy, and Louis sees that, so then why would Harry make that up?

"But-"

"No Lou. He's playing you, now you gotta play the game better. Trust me okay?" And that's when it all started.

The fake crying into detention. The fake black eye. Everything fake, and everything Harry believed.

Because he didn't have to listen to anyone to know that Louis wouldn't lie, because his precious Louis wouldn't do that.

He doesn't know him though, he doesn't know what he's hiding. And all Louis can hope is that he never does. He doesn't know what he would do if he did found out.

Zayn kissed him one last time before he told him he would see him later. Louis sighed and told him farewell, but when Zayn hugged him goodbye Louis didn't feel the usual warmth and softness, instead it was rigid and cold.

Frowning to himself, he almost walked out of the bathroom, but the sound of a door opening stopped him.

He had been dumb, to think they'd been alone in there. But he was lucky enough to see that it was only Liam.

His brown eyes wide with surprise, and his full lips curved into a shocked O. "You're lying to Harry?" He asked in confusion.

Louis was at loss for words. He stared helplessly into his friends brown eyes. What could he say? Was there anything good to say at a time like this? He said nothing and instead shook his head.

oh- oh this cannot be good.

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It shouldn't have happened, they shouldn't have gotten this close. He figured he'd have to work a bit- or maybe not because it didn't end up being as hard as he'd thought.

So now, Harry holding him in his arms, he wonders when he let things get out of hand. When did it stop being for revenge? When did he start caring?

He thinks, he's always cared. Right from the start. When blue eyes, met teasing green eyes.

But, he has to do this, there isn't a way out. If he leaves it be, the secret will be revealed, if he takes it far, - well he can only hope she stays true to her word of not telling him, but the guilt will always be there.

His chest rose slowly, and he ran a hand through his hair. If he could go back, he wouldn't have listened to them. They were wrong. He's nothing like they described him to be, he's kind, he's gentle, not cruel and cold hearted. But, at the same time, he might be just lying.

He closed his eyes, "I'm sorry." He whispered, to no one in particular. Strong arms wrapped around him, and pulled him closer to a warm body. He found himself falling asleep, a frown still on his lips.

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I said I'd make Horton the perfect cupcake❤️😍.

But shame on you Louis.

Oh there is only one way this could possibly end....

#louiswilltellharry
Or
#zaynwillreveal