The green eyed boy, ignored Harry and looked back down at me. "You're not Niall? Is this not his dorm anymore?" he asked calmly.

"N-Niall?" I asked quietly, looking at the strange look alike of Harry, and then looking at the real Harry, who looked furious as he got closer.

"I thought I told you, you can't come back here? You're finished with your schooling! Why are you here?" Harry loudly remarked. I heard groaning behind me, and I saw Niall shift on the bed.

"Niall, called me." the strange boy said again, still calmly. Harry's eyed widened, and he glanced at me, conflicted emotions ran across his face. "Is Niall here?" the green eyed man asked softly, looking back at me.

"Y-yeah." I whispered, turning around to wake up Niall. I hurried back to his bed, glancing back at the two boys who were the same height, staring each other down.

"Niall, wake up!" I muttered, pushing him slightly. He groaned and just turned away. "W-wake up." I kept whispering.

"If the dorm isn't on fire, please leave." Niall said, trying to push me away.

"A guy is asking for you..." I told him quietly, that got his attention, he turned around, his sleepy eyes meeting mine.

"Who is it?" before I could answer though, his eyes flickered past mine, and they widened in recognition. "Marcel." he whispered, before he got up, pushing me over the side as he ran to hug the green eyed man-Marcel.

"Hey, thought you'd given me the wrong address," Marcel said, laughing softly.

"I didn't think you'd come so early is all." Niall mumbled. He turned back toward me, I sat up softly and Harry was by my side, pulling me closer to him. I could feel both of their eyes on us, and Harry just pulled me closer.

"Get dressed, I'll take you to your class." he whispered beside my ear.

"I don't have to be in class for another hour." I muttered. He swore and we sat down on our bed, our hands clasped together. Niall and Marcel continued to talk, and Harry seemed to be growing angrier as each minute passed. I noticed at once when Marcel saw us together his eyes widened, and he was about to say something but I looked at Harry who was staring defiantly back at him, and he said nothing.

"You're his brother aren't you?" I blurted out.

Marcel's face broke into a small grin, " yes, actually...though he's older." he replied.

"Oh...really?" I asked amazed, besides the eyes and similar face structures they didn't seem that much alike.

"Everyone says that, here I'll be right back." he said, before he got up and walked to the bathroom, he already seemed to know where everything was.

"He graduated already?" I asked to no one in particular.

Harry snorted, "Two years ago, top of the class...so f-ucking perfect isn't he?" he stated with clear resentment in his voice.

At that moment Marcel chose to walk out of the bathroom, his hair wasn't slicked back anymore, it hung in loose curls around his head. I had to double check that Harry was beside me, because now I could see the similarities. "As always you are amazed, I know, but I'm better looking than him." Marcel joked. I could already tell he was easy going, a little shy and quiet but definitely seemed soft spoken, in a clearly engaged way. Whereas Harry, was solemn and brooding, but he as well could be charming when he wanted, but there wasn't a doubt in my mind that Harry was somehow still so much better than this sort of angelic version of him.

"Your name is, as I have presumed, Louis right?" he questioned. I smiled and nodded. "You seem quite young, not much older than twenty..." he continued.

"I'm 17," I replied shyly.

He gasped, and his eyes immediately turned to Harry. Harry blinked back, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go to my place, you can wear something of mine to class." he told me. I was confused, what did I say wrong?

"Harry...you...no, I won't let you do this." Marcel exclaimed.

"Shut up." Harry sneered.

I was being pushed out the door, before I could hear anymore words from Marcel. "Harry! If what I've heard is true." Marcel declared behind us.

"Whatever the hell Niall told you, isn't true, and I suggest you don't stay here longer than necessary. Mind your damn business." Harry shouted back. He tugged on my arm harshly, I glanced back to see Marcel shake his head with Niall looking at me, a worried expression on his face.

"What was that about?" I asked him, as we walked across the campus, the light of the sun barely poking through the trees.

"Nothing." he muttered lowly, his car coming in view in the empty parking lot.

"It didn't seem like nothing," I replied. He didn't answer, all that I could hear were the sounds of our footsteps on the dark pavement. I let him have another minute of silence before I continued. "Why was he there? Why so early? Why did he start freaking out? Wh-"

"Will you shush for once in your life Lou?" he said.

"No! Why did you drag me out here?" I muttered, losing my patience with him.

"Why? Because my so called perfect little brother is in your room right now, and if I hadn't been there this morning he'd be feeding you bullshit lies now. He'd be trying to convince you to leave me, I don't want that Louis. I don't, I know him, always following the damn rules, the idea to do the right fucking thing, and he'd tell you we can't be together. I know you already have doubts from Zayn and Alexa, and I don't want him telling you more bullshit lies, I don't want you to leave me, please Lou." he whispered his voice breaking in the end.

Harry, the man who at first caused shivers of fear, and odd curiosity run through me was looking down at me with, large, green eyes that were soft and filled with desperation. He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up, "Don't believe them, any of them, only me, okay?" he whispered, his tone just above a whisper.

"I know, only you." I replied back, losing my self in his green pools. He smiled, leaning down the rest of the way, our lips touching. It was quite a bit of time before we pulled back, but even as he pulled out of the lot, a smirk gracing his features I reached out and took his hand.

"I know you call him your brother out of resentment, but you tattooed his initials on yourself...so you can't hate him that much." I inquired.

Harry looked over at me and laughed, exposing his dimples, he raised the hand that was holding mine to his lips. "oh, Lou." is all he managed to say, before I blushed and took back my hand, refusing to meet his eyes, still feeling his lips over the skin on the top of it.

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Later

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"Where do you want to go?" Harry asked me for the tenth time, my day had just finished and I was walking beside him as we made our way over to his car...except when we finally got there, it wasn't his car but his motorcycle. .

"Absolutely not." I said, pointing down at the gleaming black metal. He rolled his eyes and grinned.

"Come on, it's been too long!" he insisted.

I glanced warily down at the machine, then back at him, I sighed as I took the awaiting helmet from his grasp. He laughed and kissed my cheek, I pushed him away slightly in response. "Where to?" he asked once again.

"Surprise me..." I said, wrapping my arms tighter around his midsection, the familiar sense of fear over taking me as he started it up.

...

"A cliff....you brought me to a cliff?" I asked curiosity in my voice.

"What? It's stupid?" he said, glancing away.

I laughed, he wasn't meeting my eyes and he seemed suddenly nervous.

"No, you just don't seem to be the type for this is all...we aren't here just to snog are we?" I asked recalling all the movies I've ever seen.

"Maybe." he teased, bringing me closer to him.

"Hmmm...I won't mind." I said, he raised his eyebrow and pulled me closer, his hand falling down to grip my bum. I blushed, and stood on my tip-toes, finally connecting our lips. He whimpered, and I smiled softly, my hands entangling themselves in his hair.

"You're so perfect." Harry moaned out, I didn't respond, instead choosing to show my affection in a more definite way. I kissed across his jaw, shyly at first, but at the sounds he was making I knew I was doing good. "S-shit." he exclaimed, pulling back. I looked away and smiled, his gaze being too strong to hold, his eyes a dark green, he gripped my bum harder and I gasped. His other hand brushed over the top of my jeans, his eyes asking questions, I nodded.

I love him, he wasn't hurt me.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand making do with the button. Mine fluttered toward it, "Here?" I whispered.

"Why not?" he exclaimed, almost impatiently, but then his face softened, "No one comes up here, trust me." and I did.

twice, we've done it twice, both in the comfort of his flat.

But nothing, not even the first time could compare to this time, his lips leaving trails of fire against my skin. My hands tangling themselves in his hair, gripping it, and tugging when it got to be too much, but not enough at the same time. His hips coming down on mine, the pressure and friction no where near enough. His lips whispering my name, the warm, soft ground underneath me. I gave him my body, once more, to have his fingers touch and explore every inch of my skin. His hands wiping away the messy fringe from my forehead, his words forming soothing words over and over again. My hands coming to touch his chest, across his stomach, and to cup his face. Our lips molding against each other, perfect pieces fitting together. Tongues, brushing alongside, tugging on his lower lip, moving my hips against his, and his mouth working wonders on my neck. His hands finding my cock, and his mouth soon after, his warming wet mouth around the end of it, leaving me breathless.

Maybe it was the sun setting behind him, it's colors making the view breathless, or was it the fact that Harry was hovering over me, thrusting his hips upwards inside me. His head thrown back, my arms reaching upwards outlining the muscles on his body, brushing the tips of my fingers against his tattoos. Or was it both, the colors of the sun silhouetting him, giving him the view as if he were an angel, an angel that had corrupted me in every way possible.

An angel that I was in love with.

Either way, watching his body tense up, feeling him come inside me, all with the fading shadows of the day, all came up to one thing.

I was deeply in love with him, and that wasn't about to change.

If it had been up to me, I could have stayed in that position forever. My head on Harry's chest, his pressed against my hair, arms around. Just looking into the arriving darkness in comfortable silence, but I don't ever get my way. I leaned back, and glanced at him, he seemed deep in thought and didn't notice for a long time. I reached up to trace the curves of his mouth, and then finally he did notice.

"Yes, love?" he asked.

I blushed at the nickname, and he chuckled sensing my change. "Thank You." I told him.

"For?" he asked after a moment.

"Not using me, or lying about anything and still being here with me." I whispered leaning to put my head back on his chest.

It was a long time before he spoke up again.

"I will never lie to you."

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A/n

I know

I'm shit

I'm sorry

I tried

I'm tired

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