I shall be attending the University of Michigan this fall as a freshman, how about you?(cries bc I wrote giving in as I was going into 11th grade and now I'm a freshie😭)

Yo. I just wanted to say, I'm not a professional writer or anything. I try my best is all. Okay?

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"Liam. You can't say shit or I swear." Louis stated.

Liam only shook his head. "Why are you lying to Harry? I don't understand I thought- I thought you liked him."

"You don't understand." Louis sighed out.

Liam wrinkled his nose in slight disgust, his usual warm brown eyes became cold. "What? That he's been trying all year to finally get your attention and when he does and becomes the happiest I've seen him since freshman started its all because you're lying to him?"

"He's lying to me!" Louis yelled. "He's probably playing me as well. You just gotta be one step ahead of the game and that's what I'm doing. Everyone says he's a fuckboy he's the one who says he isn't, he's lying."

"No, Lou. The only one lying here is you. You probably haven't seen the way Harry's changed because you just came here but trust me, everyone else can see it. They can see the way he fucking looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world. And girls- and guys hate you for it which is why they probably said that shit about him in the first place. So no. You're the lying shit in this. And Harry deserves better."

Louis stepped back, his mouth parting open in shock from having Liam speak to him like this. "If you don't tell him. I will." And Liam gave him one long look before shaking his head. "I can't believe you'd do this. And if anything, Zayn is probably the one fuxking you over." And Liam left.

Louis stayed still for another second. He left the bathroom and grabbed his things from his locker. He told the office that he felt terribly sick so he went home. He wasn't lying on that part. He felt sick, and tired, not knowing what to believe.

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"I like you," Harry mumbled into Louis' ear early one morning the following week. Harry once more had red tinted cheeks and life to his eyes, he resembled nothing to the sick in bed ridden Harry that Louis was with for four days.

"I like me too," Louis smiled warmly at him. And Harry reached out and took Louis' hands within his. Louis gasped softly as Harry pulled him towards his chest.

"No, what I mean is. I really like you." Harry mumbled lowly. "Like a lot...like- I think I-"

"Harry...don't. Please don't say it." Louis tried to push him away.

"Why? What's so wrong if I said it?" Harry demanded softly.

"Because- because this- us- we have barely been together two months. That's too fast to even think that's possible. I like you too Harry, and I know you like me. Otherwise we wouldn't be here in this room." Louis sighed heavily, and that's when Harry grabbed his cheeks within his own hands.

"No, love. I knew I liked you when I walked into class the first day and saw a stunningly beautiful person in my seat who wasn't taking any of my shit. And every day after that I knew i liked you even more because of the person that you are. and that person is a sweet, caring, dorky, funny, beautiful, and intelligent guy that I am beyond lucky to have by my side, even if it took a while. You can't tell me what I feel, I know what I feel. I know what I feel when I see you smile and duck your head when you're embarrassed, or when you try to act all tough as shit when really you're a tiny bean that I wish to protect for now and always. I know what I feel Lou, and it is much more than simply like." Harry kissed Louis on the cheek.

Louis bit his lower lip, he fidgeted around in Harry's arms. Harry looked at him curiously.

"I-i don't know what to say." Louis muttered softly.

"I'm not asking you to say anything darling. As I've said, as long as you're by my side in any way, I'll forever be a happy man." Harry smiled, his dimples exposing clearly.

"Oh please Horton. You're 19 years old of pure teenage perfection who doesn't know what really liking someone means, and I'm not anything that special. You'll find someone better soon enough then move on past old me." Louis half smiled.

Harry frowned, his eyes darkening in slight anger. "Why should my age define how I feel towards you? May I be 18, or 88, there's something that's holding us here. And I think it's more than what we can control Louis. And I know you feel it too." And then Harry was kissing him, and louis was fighting back tears because he didn't deserve this.

Harry felt Louis' tears on his lips and he pulled back in confusion. Louis was crying silently, a look of pure pain clear on his face. "Lou?" Harry asked quietly.

Louis' eyes flashed open and he pushed Harry away. "I-I need to go. Bye Harry." And even though Harry tried to hold on, Louis yanked his hand away and all but ran out of the room. He could hear Harry run after him, and of course since he had longer legs he caught up to him quickly. Louis lost his footing and fell, Harry falling beside him. Harry laughed as he winced in pain. Louis could only stay frozen on the ground.

"Why'd you run away?" Harry asked, he brushed back Louis' hair.

"Would you lie to me?" Louis blurted out.

"What? Of course not." Harry answered.

"Why?"

"One lie, is enough to question all truths. And why would I need to lie to you?" Harry comments, "I have absolutely no reason to lie to you. I like you so much and I respect you always, why would I need to lie?"

Louis' blue eyes met Harry's. And Harry only smiled back, so big that his dimples were there and Louis smiled back only slightly. "I don't deserve you." Louis said.

Harry rolled his eyes. "If anything, I'm the one undeserving of you."

Right. Because you deserve better. Louis thought, but he didn't say anything instead Harry helped him up, and told him that he would take him home. Louis declined the offer, and instead chose to walk home, because he needed time to think. Harry begrudgingly let him go. On his way home Louis realized, he couldn't do this. He changed streets and walked to the person that he needed to see right now.

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"I'm over this. I'm not doing this anymore and you can't make me Zayn." Louis said, he was sitting in Zayn's bedroom with Zayn lying on the bed beside him.

"Here we go again, I mean damn he must have you wrapped around his little finger already." Zayn muttered.

"Oh shut up! He's not anything like anyone in this damn school even said. He's sweet, he's so sweet, it's not fair. Yeah he's sort of a sarcastic asshole but he's a cute sarcastic asshole, okay? Like- what the fuck why do you all hate him. He's been nothing but nice to me from the start. So yeah. I'm done." Louis exclaimed. He stood up and looked at Zayn. He felt nothing for the brown eyed guy in front of him. "I'm going to tell Harry everything. I can't deal with this shit. Even if he breaks up with me."

Zayn grabbed his arm and pulled Louis on top of him. Louis frowned down at him and tried to get away. "No. I'll tell him. I'll tell him everything. I'll tell him how you gladly agreed to fucking use him from the start."

"Zayn, you wouldn't." Louis kept trying to get away, but if anything Zayn only hardened his hold on him. "If it comes from you it's different, you'll hurt him more. I have to be the one to tell him."

"He's going to be so pissed when he finds out he wasn't the only one allowed to touch his precious little Lou." And Zayn boldly grasped his bum, Louis pulled back harshly and slapped him across the face hard.

"Go to hell. The only fucking asshole here is you." And Louis stood up, grabbed his book bag and tried to leave. Zayn got up and pushed him against the wall, Louis cried out in pain.

"I'll make it so that he never wants to see you ever again. I'll fucking ruin you Louis. I said I would from the start, and if it isn't through sex than its going to be like this." And Zayn laughed. He let Louis go, Louis glared at him. "Or."

"Or what?" Louis said.

"Sleep with me. Open your pretty legs for me darling and we forget this ever happened." Zayn winked.

"Go fuxk yourself." Louis said through his teeth.

"Oh come on. One more lie won't hurt. I won't say shit. You won't say shit and I have shit on Liam that will make sure he doesn't say shit either. Harry wont ever know and you can go back to being a gross couple."

"Go fuck yourself!" Louis yelled at him.

"I'll make it so your last years here are nothing but pure shit because when Harry graduates this year you'll be alone, and everyone else will still hate you. Because to them, you're slutty Tomlinson. And funny thing is, I didn't even have to say anything, so that worked out nicely because hey it's the truth."

Louis slapped him hard. "You said you'd make them stop. Fxck you Zayn.  You're a piece of shit. And I'm done. I'm beyond done."

Zayn smiled tightly. "You think you have a choice."

"I do have a choice. I don't care if Harry hates me, I'm telling him the truth whatever the outcome. Get out of my face and get out of my life. I truly couldn't give two shits if that whole school hates me, but Harry is Harry and he deserves better than this."

And Louis left. He left and walked home, in the midst of trying not to cry and wanting to scream at the same time.

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#zaynuass

#harryimsorry

#louehyouidiot