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"Little Louis is looking for love."

That was the mockful sentence that made me snatch the note from his fingers. Me wanting to find love was not something I wanted Harry to know about. Firstly because he would tease me for it and secondly, because I didn't want him to think looking for love meant looking for love with anyone. I was determined and I had decided not to let my relationship with Harry go further than what was beneficial to fulfil my sexual cravings.

"You're a real prick." My cheeks were still red when I pointed my index finger to his chest. I said, "Don't mock me. Ever again."

"I'm sorry." He giggled, soon sneaking his hands to my waist. "I won't mock you, love bird." I rolled my eyes and he chuckled for what felt like the millionth time. "Okay, I'll stop. I just didn't expect that from you," he said, burying his face in my neck. "It's cute."

His neck kisses led to cheek kisses, which led to tummy kisses, which soon enough led to cock kisses. Suddenly we were back on the bed and Harry was sucking me off like a wild animal. In whimpers I watched him do his thing before he quickly moved on and got us prepared for the next step before finally fucking me for twenty minutes.

After cleaning up we decided to pop over to his place, which was a harder task than we would have expected. The simple act of stepping out of my dorm with Harry next to me felt like a crime due to our previous constant secretive behaviour. With a sore arse, I sprinted up the staircase with Harry strutting behind and hurried into his corridor before checking if there was anyone around. Thankfully, we succeeded.

Harry and I had agreed on watching a TV show on Liam's TV in their dorm. We ended up snuggling up to each other on his bed under a blanket (YES, this happened) while watching a dramatic criminology that had us both at the edges of our seats (not literally). For some reason I thought it was a good idea to hold his arm with my hand, and whenever there was something close to a jump scare I squeezed it tightly.

The biggest jump scare of the evening was however when the front door (in real life) flew open and Liam Payne stormed inside. Instead of clenching my hand around Harry I quickly threw myself away from him and his blanket, trying to act as casual as possible. Harry reacted the exact same way, only he was much more flustered. He turned the TV off and began stuttering right away.

"L-Liam! Uhh–" Harry gulped, trailing off. His eyes switched between the two of us on the bed. He seemed to be in utter surprise—as if that was the last thing he expected to see after coming inside. "L-Louis is—Louis is helping me with my homework—a-assignment. English." He cleared his throat. "He's really good."

Oh for fuck's sake.

Liam blinked, "You don't even have your textbook or laptop..."

Harry took a deep breath. His face was completely red and I could tell that his forehead was already sweaty. "I—I know—That's 'cause we're—we're just talking—we're talking about the assignment."

Liam cocked a brow, his eyes landing on me. "I mean...I'm not stupid."

Harry and I both gawked at him.

He continued, looking over at his best friend again. "This is the guy right?"

Clearly, Harry was still struggling to admit it. His jaw was clenched and his body tense as a statue. He gave out a heavy sigh before breathing out, "Liam..."

"It's okay," the puppy-like guy shrugged. "It's not like I would tell anyone."

Harry's best friend knowing about our affair was undoubtedly not a problem for either of us. Sure, I found it a little embarrassing, but for what reason did I have to impress Liam? The only reason this bothered Harry probably was because he thought it would bother me. My threat had been that we would stop hanging out if he told someone about us, but for some reason I believed Liam was a nice guy who had no reason to spread the word.

Harry finally looked at me. I just shrugged—so he frowned, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"It's fine," I mused. "I don't care."

He blinked. "You don't—You don't care?"

I sighed. "It's fine. It's not that big of a deal. It would be worse if it was Parker or someone."

"What do you know about Parker?"

Oh, this question again?

"I—I don't..." I trailed off. "I mean, no offence but he doesn't seem like the nicest guy."

Liam scoffed. "No offence taken."

I instantly remembered witnessing Parker mocking Liam in the locker rooms to the gym when I had waited for Niall to get dressed. From that moment on I knew Liam had no interest in the friendship between himself and that pathetic skunk.

"You're right." Harry sighed. "Emerson definitely would've spread the word."

"So we're okay?" Liam asked. I snapped my head to look at him, realising he was aiming the question at me. "I mean, I don't want to ruin anything between you guys just because I accidentally stormed in. You certainly don't have to worry about me. I have other things to do than to gossip about who's sleeping with who."

"Yeah, we're okay." I smiled. "I believe you."

That was when Liam's phone went off. After reading the display he immediately lit up and quickly pressed the cell to his ear. He spoke into the phone, his tone much softer than five seconds earlier, "Hi, where are you?"

There was a pause.

"I'm in my dorm." His eyes flickered to Harry's. "Um, I—I don't know—wait." He put his phone down, covering the speaker. "Can Zayn come over?"

Harry looked at me.

Shit.

I knew nothing about Zayn.

Could I trust him?

Suddenly I remembered Emma from history telling me the mysterious guy had gossiped about me and Harry before we were even a thing. It was an instant no-no.

I shook my head.

Liam's bright face instantly slackened and I immediately felt bad.

"Sorry, no–" Liam spoke into the phone again before cutting himself off. "You're what? You're at Winona's?"

Harry gasped under his breath.

"O-Okay," Liam stuttered. "Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow–" he cut himself off again, slowly removing the phone from his ear while frowning. "He hung up on me."

"What the fuck?" Harry hissed, sitting up straighter on the bed. "He asked to come over and then he was suddenly at Winona's? And then he hung up?"

Liam sighed, sloping down on his own bed. "Whatever. He doesn't get it."

"Oh, but he definitely does!" Harry said, angered. "He's just playing around! He probably knows you have feelings for him and he's saying he's at some girl's dorm just to get you fucking jealous."

I gulped.

That scenario sounded oddly familiar.

Apparently Liam could not care less about me being in the room. His behaviour was starting to remind me of Niall, more than anything else. It was almost as if he was rephrasing things my best friend had said about Elise—and most probably, the things Harry had said about me behind my back.

"He's straight. That's the thing."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just like my hair."

Liam's lips curled. "He's straight. Your words won't change that."

"Well, guess who else thought he was straight a month ago?" The curly-headed boy stared into his best friend's eyes with his arms crossed. "You! Exactly!"

"You've been here for him all along. He just doesn't realise."

I swear I had said those exact same words to Niall, minus the gender.

This was creepy.

"He's not a bad person," Liam argued.

"I never said he was," Harry replied, before adding his last words he slope back into his resting position, the back of his head leaning against he wall. "He just doesn't realise what it is he actually wants."

"How do you know what he wants?"

"I see it in him."

"How?"

"I just see it."

They both went silent.

Were they still talking about Zayn?

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