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Z*uis.

Zayn is an antagonist in this, so please do not rant about how it should be larry oriented or how z*uis is a no.

Oh and jelly Harry;)
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Louis is perched snuggly on Zayn's lap. He can feel eyes boring into the back of his head, but he doesn't look back at them he already knows who they belong to. Zayn whispers something to him and Louis giggles, even though it really wasn't anything funny in the first place.

It's been a couple of weeks and they've been on three more dates. The girls all told Louis to say yes whenever Zayn asked, and of course Louis complied. He smiled innocently at them whenever they asked about his dates.

Which leads to that Wednesday in the lunchroom. Harry can visibly see Zayn's hand linger on Louis' thigh and he really wants to go over there and break every one of those fingers. Niall is eyeing him warily, "Mate, could you cool it with the glare? You look like you're ready to kill." Niall said.

"I am." Is all Harry replied coolly.

Niall frowned, "I don't understand why you're throwing a bitch fit. There's plenty of girls for you to have, and some guys too, whats so special about Louis?" He inquired.

Harry shrugged, "He's not throwing himself at my feet. He isn't just giggles and trying to be stupid he's actually smart and wise, and won't take any or my shit. He isn't scared to stand up to me too,"

Niall rolled his eyes, "Why did I ask?"

Harry scowled, "And he says he hates me? He doesn't even fucking know me. He hates the idea of me that everyone has pushed into his brain."

"Well...what are you going to do?" Niall asked.

"I'm going to make him understand, that I'm not what people say I am." Harry replied with determination.

"Alright. But, when this does work out what will you tell him then? When you know you can't let people see how f-cking whipped you are because it'll mess your balance of control that you seem to freak out over." Niall pointed out.

"We'll get to that bridge when we cross it, right now I have things to do and people to talk to," Harry stood up and started to make his way out the cafeteria, he completely averted his eyes from where Louis was.

He went and sat himself at the corner of the building outside the cafeteria. He raised his hoodie over his head, and leaned his head against his knees which he curled to himself. He needed time to think. He should just forget about Louis, Niall was right, he could honestly have anyone in this damn school. But, he wasn't just set on having Louis, it was more than that, it's about people seeing him in a light that he is not. He's sick and tired of that.

"Hey," a soft voice said. Harry glanced up. A girl with rather long black hair and a light brown complexion plopped down beside him.

"What." Harry said.

"Rude much? I just said hey," she exclaimed.

"Oh. Hi." He muttered in the same tone.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

"I don't quite believe we have reached the level of friendship where you're allowed to ask me that," Harry said.

She shrugged. "True. I guess. I'm Jen."

Harry was interrupted because then a burst of laughter was coming from someone who was opening the backdoor beside where he was at. He looked at it, and instantly his fists tightened at his side's.

Louis was coming out of it, his hand entwined with Zayn's. He was laughing loudly, his other hand failing at trying to stifle his laughter.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Harry. Harry in turn only glared right at Zayn. An awkward few seconds passed.

Jen stood up, she glanced at the three of them, "Ugh. Love triangle," she rolled her eyes and waved bye at Harry.

"Whos that?" Louis asks curiously.

Harry snorted and didn't reply. Louis shrugged. "What, going to skip? Not a goody goody at all?" Harry stated.

Louis rolled his own eyes, "What the hell do you care?"

"I don't. it's just funny you're giving me shit when you're not that good either." Harry said as he stood up.

"Skipping class doesn't make me a bad person. Your arguement is as stupid and irrelevant as you," Louis shot back.

"Wow. Honestly, f-ck you Louis." Harry said and he walked away.

"Hey, don't talk to him like that." Zayn spoke up. Harry turned to him.

"What the fuck are you going to do about it." Harry's eyebrow rose. He turned to Zayn, his posture seeming considerably larger.

Zayn dropped Louis' hand. He pushed Harry who barely moved an inch. "Respect others mate."

"Like you respect Louis? Or any other person you date? Or how you don't care about how much you have to manipulate people in order to get your filthy hands on them. Respect him? After he continues to call me a piece of shit? Nah, how about he respects me and you respect him by not shoving your tongue down Gigi's mouth."

Zayn's fist connected with Harry's jaw. Harry shoved him against the school building, his knuckles coming in contact with Zayn's stomach. Zayn groaned and Harry could vaguely hear Louis yelling at him to stop.

He was finally pulled back my the principal and Mr. Andrews. Zayns lip was bleeding and he was clutching his stomach tightly. He groaned lowly. Harry wiped at his mouth, and he felt warm liquid on his hand. He hadn't even realised he'd been bleeding.

"Office you and you, Mr. Malik will go to the nurses office." Mr. Andrews said and he pointed at Louis and Harry.

Harry shrugged and walked back into the school, he could hear Louis' softer and slower footsteps behind him. Harry didn't dare turn back to awknowledge him.

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A weeks worth of detention. Each.

Louis got ticked off and ranted about how he hadn't done anything. Harry simply didn't care.

"Who threw the first punch?" The principal demanded.

Harry muttered Zayn and Louis only turned his glare towards him.

Zayn got suspended for 3 days. 

Louis and Harry left together but it's not until they were both at theirnlockers that Harry decided to speak. "I wasn't lying you know." Louis pretended to not hear him. "What you think I am, it's nothing short of what he is." Harry continued.

"Shut up." Louis said and he finally turned to Harry. "Okay? Shut up!"

Harry slammed his locker shut and walked past Louis. "You just deserve better is all," Louis heard him say.

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Detention day one

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"Clean the desks and the boards. Arrange the textbooks on the shelf and I will be grading texts in the next door room. No noise." Mr. Andrews said strictly.

"You take the board and desks. I'll arrange the textbooks, we get this hour done then we leave." Louis exclaimed.

"Whatever," Harry said.

He walks over to the door and closes it. "What are you doing?" Louis hissed.

Harry pulled out his phone and ear buds. He bluntly ignored Louis as he searched the room for a cleaner and wipes. Louis shook his head and walked over to the shelf.

He lost himself in the numberous books, taking them out before restacking them in the shelf. There were also nontextbooks. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, The Outsiders, Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare's greatest works, Fahrenheit 451, and many others. It did make sense, Mr. Andrews was An English teacher. Louis was just about done when he decided to open up to kill a mockingbird. Trailing across the words with the pads of his fingers he sat back against one of the desks.

"What are you doing?" A low voice asked. Louis jumped, but strong arms kept him upright.

"Cant you see?" Louis said. He shook Harry's hands off him. He placed the book back on the shelf. The whiteboards were clean and half the desks didn't have writing on them anymore.

"Fine. You need to move so I can clean this desk." Louis scoffed and stood up. He decided to sit at the teachers desk. He watched Harry clean, and when he was finally done there were still ten minutes left.

Louis was craving something sweet, he dug around in his backpack but only found old half ripped notes. He sighed anxiously and bit his lower lip.

"Do you want a kiss?" Louis heard Harry ask.

Louis looked up in clear disgust. Harry was holding out a chocolate kiss in the palm of his hands. "They are your favourite aren't they?"

Louis looked at him warily. Harry shrugged and unwrapped it in his own fingers and popped it into his mouth. Harry walked closer to him, and sat at the edge of his desk.

He leaned down and Louis just watched him motionlessly. "You know," Harry's breath hovered him.

"Hm?" Louis asked.

"I've really tried to let you go. But damn," Harry placed his hand at the back of Louis' waist. "I can't help but want you," and he leaned in, Louis could count each of his eyelashes. Harry's eyes fluttered close and he finished leaning in, only that Louis turned his head away and so Harry caught the corner of his mouth. 

"I meant what I said," Harry exclaimed, and his grip loosened. "You deserve better,"

"Better doesn't meant you." Louis replied. .

"I didn't say it did." Harry swiped the edge of his thumb against Louis' cheek.

"Why are you doing this?" Louis whispered. His eyes fluttered shut and that's when Harry decided to pick him up, easily as counting to three. Louis gasped in surprise.

"I told you. there's something about you that, it just draws me in." and Harry leaned his forehead against Louis'.

Louis looked up into Harry's deep, pretty, summer grass eyes. He felt his hands at his waist. Louis looked away. The doorknob turned and they separated.  Harry went back to wiping the desks and Louis fixed his shirt and stared out the window. the door opened to reveal Mr. Andrews. He looked around the room and nodded. "You may leave." He left without another word and Louis sighed in relief. Harry finished the last desk, and Louis walked to the bookshelf and snatched to kill a mockingbird. He flipped through the pages before finding the one he was last on, he marked it and walked to his bookbag. Still ignoring harry.

When Louis pulled back up to see Harry, he wasn't there. Louis glanced at the door and walked out of it to see Harry already opening the door to the school and walking out. He came back into the class and walked to one of the desks.

It was a kiss, and a piece of paper. The kiss was wrapped in red foil, and the paper was in yellow highlighter.

"I know you feel it too. Harry x" followed by his number.

Louis frowned, but he pocketed the note and unwrapped the kiss. The chocolate melting in his. tongue and taking him into a slight bliss.

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I haven't had chocolate myself in a long while. :(

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