Harry has been excited about this for weeks. Maybe months even. Who knows how long he had been planning it all in his head. This was a special Friday sleepover, because now Harry's got Deadpool for them to watch, and Louis has candy that his friend got him the week before from America. Also, Harry had his room redone, and it looks really cool now. Navy blue walls and a black ceiling, hardwood floors too, since they ripped up the carpet. Even the door and the outlining of the windows were painted blue. Then he had his old bed frame taken off so his bed is lower to the ground, with black comforters and pillow cases. Except for that one pink blanket that matches Louis' blue one from when they went on vacation with each others families. Louis lost his blanket and the one he got at the store to replace it had two in one, so he gave it to Harry. But that's not the point. The point is that Harry has these tiny tiny white light things on his ceiling that make it look like stars. They're probably glow in the dark stickers. It's become Louis' new obsession, Harry's room. Especially since he helped paint it with him. The only thing that hasn't changed is the dark wood drawers that he has.

So, with the excitement that the two have for this Friday's sleepover, it's something that can't be canceled. That's what Louis had been saying for the past week, until it's Friday afternoon after footie practice and the guys on his team are going to a party. They said there's gonna be alcohol and girls, and Louis really doesn't want to go because hello, he's gay. Even if some of the guys don't know that, it's still a fact. He doesn't want girls and he doesn't want beer either. It's illegal.

"C'mon, Louis! Don't be a little bitch," the one guy teases, nudging his ribs.

"Guys, really, I can't come. I have plans already," he tells them.

The one kid with really dark hair speaks up. Louis' never liked him. He's older than the others from being held back a few years ago, also too popular and could destroy him easily. "Louis, what fuckin plans could be better than having girls wanting to hook up with ya," he points out. It means nothing to Louis though since he can't stand girls. "You're gonna get a bad rep if you don't go," he smiles.

Louis furrows his eyebrows, "No I won't," he says.

Another chimes in, "We'll tell everyone you're gay!" he laughs, which Louis rolls his eyes at right away since he was already out to a lot of people, so he wouldn't care if others knew too, "c'mon, you gotta go. It's all the footie guys. Even the Junior Varsity and Varsity teams are gonna be there!" he grins, "c'mon, we're going right over after everyone gets showered and changed. I'll pick you up on my way over even!" the guys name is Brandon, and Louis now thinks he might just hate him because now he's gone and Louis can't tell him not to pick him up. He doesn't have his number.

That's why, once Louis gets home, he goes right over to Harry's house and bangs on the door. "Harry open up I know you're in there watching Friends or something!" he calls through the door, leaning his forehead against it and looking through the small part of glass. He sees Harry coming to the door, and takes a step back as it opens. "I can't come tonight," he sighs, which really sucks, because right before he says that Harry was all smiles and dimples. Now though, that smile is fading rapidly. He looks confused.

"What do you mean?" Harry asks, "we've been waiting for this sleepover for two weeks since you couldn't go then either. First it was a late footie game that night and then one early in the morning too. Now what is it?" his shoulders slump, and Louis feels small from where he stands. Not that Harry's taller than him, because he's not. It's just that he feels guilty and horrible that he's ditching Harry for a stupid party that he doesn't even want to go to.

"I just," he leans on his one hip, "the guys on the team and the other two footie teams are having a party with girls and beer-"

"You don't like either of those," Harry crosses his arms.

"I know, Harr, I do, and I don't want to go, but that one kid that got held back? Remember him? He said he'd ruin my reputation and destroy me or something, which kind of scares me," he slouches, "please, Harry. We can do it tomorrow I promise. I'll bring a bunch of snacks and everything," he begs.

"Just go," Harry mumbles, shutting the door on him.

Louis groans, and stomps back across the street to his house. He takes a quick shower and gets changed afterwards. He looks out his window, sighing when Harry's curtains are closed. He usually keeps one open for Louis, but they've both been shut. It makes Louis feel guilty, since that means Harry's most likely upset with him. When Harry gets upset or mad at Louis he can become one of the most stubborn people Louis knows, but when he forgives him it's all worth it, having his Harry back.

Louis gets picked up a bit later, and as he walks towards the guys in the car he looks up to Harry's house. He frowns, sliding into the car. He gives a slight smile when the guys shake his shoulders and nudge his side, but inside he wants to go home. Or Harry's house. He wants to go there the most, but he's not sure he's going to be accepted to sleep over after ditching him.

So, he goes to the party. It smells like weed from the second he steps inside the house, and makes a face. He dispatches from the guys he came in with, and heads out the back door, where there's people hanging around here and there. He walks around the side of the backyard, taking out his phone. He pulls up his messages with Harry, typing and sending a quick "I'm sorry". The phone shows that Harry read it within seconds, but to no reply. Louis groans, running a hand through his hair. He doesn't want to go back inside, but he doesn't have a ride home either, and Brandon definitely won't give him a ride home. For all Louis knows he's probably drunk already and it's been mere minutes.

He decides to call his mum. He knows he could possibly get teased for doing so, but he can't stay at weed house any longer or he might feel like he's high just from being around the others. That's how disgusting it smelled to him. Not to mention he doesn't even know anyone really. He's a freshman at what looks like a junior and senior party. Not quite his scene.

He gives his mum the address of the house, and tells her to drive to the end of the street. Just so he won't get teased for getting picked up by his parent. He goes inside, and picks up a random drink. He walks past Brandon, who hooks his arm around Louis' shoulder. "You want a joint?" he asks. Louis wants to cringe, but just smiles and shakes his head.

"Nah, just stickin to drinks," he lies, "I'm gonna head outside!" he puts on a grin, and once Brandon lets him off the hook he sighs in relief. He leaves the cup on the porch out front of the house, not even having taken a sip of it, and takes off down the sidewalk. His mum is there waiting when he gets there.

Louis stays quiet during the ride home, only saying he left because there were drugs, alcohol, and he wanted to hang out with Harry instead when his mum asked. She accepts the answer with grace, happy that he declined the illegal things at the party. He asks her to drop him right off at Harry's, and she does, even though they're right across from each other.

Louis walks right in, not having to worry about knocking. He says a quick hello to Anne as he passes her, and jogs up the stairs to Harry's room. He gets disappointed when the lights are off and Harry is still. He climbs into bed nonetheless.

"You ditched me," Harry mumbles.

Louis can practically smell Harry's scent from where he lays in front of him, "But I came back," he points out, "figured you were better than drugs, alcohol, and drunk people," he whispers. He sees Harry's little smile, and smiles too. "Do you forgive me?" he asks.

Harry changes to a pout, "No."

Louis purses his lips and presses his forehead against Harry's, "Do it."

Harry shakes his head.

Louis sighs, rolling himself so he lays on top of Harry. His head hands off the bed a bit, his body draped over him. It makes Harry laugh, and Louis grins. "Please just forgive me!" he exclaims, "I don't know what I'd do! I'm your biggest fan!" he shouts.

Harry is laughing hysterically, "Get off me! I'm being attacked!" he yells.

"No!" Louis reaches his hand up to mess with Harry's curls, "I need you, Harry! Just forgive me!" he screams, shrieking when Harry comes at him with a pillow. They both break into a fit of laughter, Harry giving up and forgiving him and Louis slowly sliding down onto the floor. He joins Harry back on the bed afterwards.

"Promise never to ditch me like that again," Harry speaks seriously.

Louis nods, and locks their pinkies, "I promise, Curly. You've got me."