"Somehow, in someway, you made your way into my cold heart, and warmed it up. Babe, I love you." Harry said, and really that's all Louis wanted to hear.

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Louis was wrapped up beside Harry in his sheets, Harry's arm placed around his waist. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and Harry tilted his head watching Louis for a moment before he turned back to his phone.

Message to Zayn Malik:

"Any news from Shane?"

Zayn:

"No, as far as I know his parents sent him back to England. Better though isnt?"

Message to Zayn Malik:

"Yeah, you doing good so far?"

...

Zayn:

"About that, I don't want to do this anymore."

Message to Zayn Malik:

"Going soft like Niall are we?"

Zayn:

"No! Fine. Whatever, like I care. What do you think he'll do when he finds out."

Message to Zayn Malik:

"I'm not worrying about that, he's good for a few fucks and that's all I care about."

Zayn:

"Never gonna change are you Styles?"

Message to Zayn Malik:

"Not yet."

Louis moved around beside him, and Harry moved through the messages and logged out, he set his phone down on his bedside. Louis snuggled closer to Harry, who pulled him closer to his side where Louis placed his head on Harry's chest and a hint of a smile grew on his face.

"You gonna sleep?" Louis murmured his voice thick with sleep.

"In a bit. Okay, love?" Harry whispered.

"Okay." Louis muttered going back to sleep.

Harry could deal with this, if it meant getting what he wanted.

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"What classes are you taking?" Louis asked the next day, after having changed into a pair of Harry's clothing.

"Why?" Harry asked, his eyes taking over Louis' appearance. If it was up to him he'd throw Louis to the nearest surface and fuck him senseless.

He always came close, but not close enough.

Louis tilted his head to the side, and pushed back his glasses. "Because I never see you around campus except for the weekends and the other times you carelessly stop by."

"I take morning classes and afternoon classes, literature, writing, history, and architecture."

"What in the world do you know about literature?"

"I know we are pulling a Romeo and Juliet move at the moment." Harry retorted.

"What do you mean?"

"Love, did you know Shakespeare once wrote that love can't be changed no matter what the other did? That if one truly loved the other, that no matter what happened, how much time passed if the love was real it would always be there? Sonnet 116."

Louis' mouth parted open, and Harry's grin grew into a proud smirk. "You know about that?" Louis asked walking closer to Harry, his interest in him rising.

"I'm just full of surprises aren't I?" Harry stated.

"What else?" Louis asked.

"One of my favourites has to be from Sidney," Harry said and he patted his lap and Louis gave him a stern glare but Harry laughed it off an reached for him, a moment later his lap was occupied with a reproachful looking Louis.

"Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight. That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is: that presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light: that hand, which without touch holds more than atlas might: those lips, which make deaths pay a mean price for a kiss: that skin, skin, whose passed-praise hue scorns this poor term of white: those words, which do sublime the quintessence of bliss: that voice, which makes the soul plant himself in the ears: that conversation sweet, where such high comforts be, as construed in true speech, the name of heaven it bears, makes me in my best thought and quiet judgement see, that in no more but these I might be fully blest: yet, ah, my maiden muse doth blush to tell the rest."

Louis was speechless, he never would have though Harry out of all people could quote poetry. "Harry." Louis said, but that's all he could say. Harry placed his hands on Louis' thigh, and Louis placed his hands over them. Their intwined hands matching them, darkness against light. Louis kissed Harry's cheek, and Harry kissed Louis' mouth. Harry's lips brushing against Louis' neck. Light kisses placed in various places. "It's true Isnt it?" Louis whispered grabbing Harry's hands with his own. Harry kissed below Louis' ear, before his breath fanned over it for a moment before speaking.

"Of course."

They sat in silence for what seemed like hours but to them it didn't matter.

"Harry."

"Yeah, Lou."

"I'm late for my class."

Harry laughed, his head landing on Louis' neck.

"So?"

"So?" Louis said incredulously.

"Yeah, so?" Harry said kissing him on the lips.

"So, Harry you are going to end up ruining me."

'Thats the idea.' Harry thought but instead he smirked and took Louis' thoughts away by parting his legs open and running his hand against Louis' legs, near his crotch.

"Need you so bad Lou." Harry muttered, kissing Louis' collarbones and sucking lightly on them.

"Only me?"

"Only you."

And damn Harry was a good liar.

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A/n

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Ah,

Louis is so naive in this.

*sings* "cause when you're fifteen somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them"

Sorry ill stop, he's seventeen though.

Reason for sonnet:

they make this story sweeter :')

Even if on Harry's part he's lying...

Or he might end up being honest.

I mean at this point I don't even know.

8k reads <3