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The Next Day

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"Harry, you ever gave the money?" Louis asked out of the blue, he turned in his place to look up at Harry. It was late Saturday afternoon, and they were standing in Harry's kitchen. Harry got confused for a second before he realized what Louis was referring to. He quickly fixed his composure and replied with a simple "yes."

Louis frowned, truth be told he hadn't thought of it until just a moment prior. "Everything's good?" He asked.

Harry turned towards him and smiled, "Yeah. You hungry? I can make us something." He said trying to change the subject to which Louis complied with more than willingly.

"Okay, I'll help. Let's just stick with simple yeah?" Louis asked. Harry nodded and leaned down to kiss Louis.

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Two Weeks Later

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The last two weeks they've been inseparable. As far as any of the "group" knows, they (Louis and Harry) never went far from kissing, how did they know?

Harry told them, he tells them everything. Whether it be making out with Louis or any information he got him to say. They'd have a good laugh, and occasionally Niall would have to leave because he was getting sick and tired of hearing Harry say all of this about Louis. Louis didn't deserve this, and Niall dreaded the day Louis would find out.

In the end they all found out about Harry's stupid little game. Though in the past it had just been girls, shy, quiet, soft spoken girls. Who'd cry and scream at Harry, who in return laughed and just walked away, his arms wrapped around another girl. Mostly all transferred schools after they found out except for one, Alexa. When she found out she claimed she didn't care and just wanted more random fucks with him, which Harry was more than willing to comply with. But, the thing is, they never lasted more than a few weeks. Never going past the one month mark, Harry would always get bored, and tired of them before then.

So why was it going onto more than a month and a half that he's been playing around with Louis? What made him so different?

Harry claimed it was because of his beautiful, handful of an arse that he never got tired of slapping around, and so what if it was taking longer than usual.

"Maybe he finally broke you down, maybe you've got feelings for him." Calum said one day when they met up.

"Harry? Finally have feelings and going soft. Never thought I'd live to see the day!" Michael exclaimed.

"I don't get feelings, shut the fuck up before I punch you in the face." Harry snapped.

"What do they ever even see in you?" Luke said shaking his head.

"Shut up." Harry hissed because at that moment, Louis had just crossed through the front doors. Louis saw them and he walked over, a smile placed on his lips.

"Hi." He said softly.

"Hey, love." Harry replied as he got up, grabbing his hand and shooting the lads at the table a look of "keep your mouth shut." before he turned away with Louis by his side.

"What were you guys talking about?" Louis had asked.

"Oh, nothing." Harry had told him.

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Two weeks since Harry gave that necklace to Louis, two weeks since they said I love you. It was easy to say Louis was completely oblivious to anything and everything that didn't have to do with Harry. The moment he got out of class, Harry was waiting for him on campus, his homework piled up because every time he ever so mentioned it Harry would simply distract him. He had almost completely forgot about the warning text, it could have been a wrong number, especially since they never texted again. So it almost completely slipped Louis' mind.

It was a matter of fact that by the end of the two weeks, that Louis tried putting his foot down.

"Harry, I really need to do my homework." he said. Harry hummed and kissed Louis' neck, and as always Louis' mind became fuzzy. He grasped the back of Harry's neck, pulling him closer, living in the moment. Harry sucked softly and Louis threw his head back and moaned, loudly.

"You sure about that?" Harry murmured against Louis' neck. Louis felt himself sliding into the familiar sense of bliss before he shook his head and pushed Harry away softly.

"I-I need to do my homework." Louis repeated, out of breath, more to himself really. Harry chuckled and put his hands up in defense. He stood up.

"I'll order some pizza alright? You going to spend the night?"

"Yeah." Louis told him, leaning down to grab his long forgotten book bag. Harry pressed another kiss against his cheek before he walked away to the bathroom. Louis hummed and flipped through his Chemistry book. He heard a small buzz, looking to the left he found Harry's phone lying down on the bed. Biting his lip, he thought back to the message a couple weeks earlier.

Did it still matter?

He hesitated, but in the end he reached over and grabbed the phone. It stopped vibrating in his hand. He turned it on, and slid the screen to get to the homepage. On his messaging app he saw that Harry had quite some unread messages. His thumb hovered over the green app. He clicked it, and he let his breath out slightly when he saw exactly who the messages were from. He heard a door start to open and he gasped and threw the phone back on the bed, turning his head back to his book.

Harry stepped back out, his eyes slightly narrowing on Louis, before they settled on his phone that was safely on his bed. "Anyone text?" he asked casually.

"It vibrated." Louis replied without glancing up.

"Oh, I'll be right back okay?" he said before he disappeared again this time with the phone. Louis sighed and reached up to brush his fingers against the necklace on his neck. The metal feeling cool against his skin. He leaned back against the side of the bed. He loved Harry, he knew it, known it since the moment he saw him. Since the first time Harry touched him and it sent fire through Louis' body. He didn't know much, next to nothing about relationships, but he knew if you cared about someone so much you like being with them, they give you absolutely crazy indescribable feelings, and you'd do anything for them.

Harry made him feel exactly like that. Louis would do anything for him, And that scares him because In so little time he's managed to break every single rule that was ever set for him. He was never supposed to let Harry get this close to him, but he did.

If it had been for sex, he could have gotten it already and that's something they both know, so it isn't for sex, it can't be, unless Harry's taking his time with it, but to go so far and drag Louis this far with him, Harry couldn't be that twisted minded, could he?

He shook his head, cleaning his thoughts, honestly it wasn't healthy to be so worried about this, why can't he just believe Harry? Harry with his sweet words, and soft gestures, Harry who seems so unlike the Harry he first met.

His Harry.

He toyed with the necklace around his fingers and smiled. His Harry, his, not Alexa's or anyone else's but his. The door creaked open and he looked up to see a grinning Harry. He was wearing a simple grey t shirt, with black skinny jeans, and as always placed on his curls was the famous black headband that held them back. Louis smiled back because he loved Harry's curls, especially loved tugging on them while he's sucking his neck, and-

Louis blushed, his thoughts were getting to be just a bit provocative for his liking. Considering they haven't done anything farther than making out and Harry obscenely grinding against his body. He just can't say no to him, except when it comes to the parts where Harry would pull down his boxers and Louis would momentarily freeze, but Harry would sense it and he'd grunt and sigh and pull away. And it always seemed to be Louis' fault but when he asked Harry about it he always said, "You don't want it, I'll wait." but honestly they both know Harry could easily throw Louis against the bed and have his way with him, which comes back to the thought that this isn't just sex to him.

Harry came to sit back down beside him, "We aren't just going to waste time studying are we?"

"Well, i don't know about you but I won't be wasting time, if I'm actually willing to learn it. Besides-" Harry's lips crashed down against his. Louis felt the boom slip out of his lap and Harry's hands closed around his bringing him closer. Louis kissed back softly, before Harry pulled back breathing slightly off.

"Harry, no, I need to study. I can't not study." Louis said but even so, Harry stood up pulling him along. "I have a test-"

Harry wrapped an arm around his waist, his hand splaying out over Louis' arse, gripping it leaving him speechless as Harry pushed him back against the mattress. His lips moved from his lips to his ear. "No?" Harry asked but Louis just moaned in response.

And Harry grinned because Louis always ended up like this because of him, because of simple kisses and grabs that to Harry really meant nothing just a simple way to relieve his own needs. His mouth moved hungrily down Louis' neck and across his collarbones, sucking harshly and Louis moaned out at the feeling. Louis entangled his hands in Harry's hair, tugging on them softly.

Somewhere in the distance Louis heard a phone ring, and he both saw and felt Harry move around before a black object landed beside his face. "Answer it." Harry said lowly, before grabbing Louis' shirt and lifting it over his head (with Louis' dazed help). Louis grabbed the phone and Harry nodded, who in return ducked his head down kissing Louis' chest. Louis dazed, answered the phone.

"H-Hello." Louis said in a small voice, it was either that or completely lose it and moan loudly into the phone.

"Louis? Shit, where's Harry? Anyways man there's a lady here-" Niall started saying.

"Is that him? Is that my son?" a shrill voice demanded behind Niall's frantic voice.

Louis's snapped wide open and he gasped, maybe at the shock of the voice or maybe at the fact that Harry was tugging harshly on his hardened nipple.

"It's your mum Lou." Niall said before he was cut off by another voice.

"Louis William Tomlinson! Where in the Heavens are you?" his mother shouted just as Harry saw it fit to bite down on his earlobe and whisper.

"fuck, I love you Lou."

"What? Who was that? You better get your butt over here young man!" she demanded before the phone went dead. Louis was back in his senses and he pushed Harry off of him, or tried, all he really did was have Harry lose focus on where he was marking Louis' neck.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I need to go." Louis muttered.

"Why?"

"I just need to go!" Louis replied. If his mum ever found out what exactly he's even doing, he won't hear the end of it, she'll make him move back, he knows she will.

"Don't yell at me!" Harry snapped.

Louis looked at him blankly as he scrambled for his clothes. "Louis, answer me." Harry demanded.

"It's my mum, she's here. Why is she here?" Louis said frantically.

"Calm down, so?" Harry said reaching out for him, Louis took a step back.

"She can't know, she cant." he said simply.

"About?"

"Us." he replied turning away from Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry demanded walking towards him.

"She can't know we are involved whatsoever, goodness knows how she reacted to Niall. I can't ruin this." Louis told him as he slipped his shirt over his head.

"I don't see the big deal."

"The big deal? The big deal is, I'm 17 and under her parental guidance, she can choose to send me back to England and knowing her probably never allow me back out until I'm thirty. I will not let her send me back to England." Louis told him.

"What are you gonna do?" Harry shouted

Louis didn't know.

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Louis stood outside the door of his official dorm contemplating whether he should go in or not. He sighed and opened the door, immediately hit with loud criticism.

"Do you even know how to do laundry?" his mum was saying.

"Yes ma'am." Niall replied. Louis swallowed thickly and followed the voices to where they were near the bathroom in the far back. Niall saw him first, "Oh, hi Lou." he said slightly glaring at him. The lady beside him turned, her eyes which were cool now softened as she ran toward Louis who hugged her tightly in return, strict or not he loved his mother.

"Where have you been?" his mother almost shouted.

"library." Louis replied with a weak smile as he pointed to his book bag strapped around his shoulder.

Her mother had just begun to nod before her eyes zeroed in on his neck. "Louis Tomlinson do not tell me those are what I think they are."

"They are and I gave them to him." a smooth, low voice said behind them.

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A/n

Updated because

-it's my birthday

- had to tbh

- mrs Tomlinson... Will she be okay with Harry or?

- Harry Harry Harry, when will the truth about everything be revealed, anyone have any ideas about the little secrets people are keeping? ( not just Harry) ?

-15+ votes next update cx