No matter how embarrassing this was Louis had told Zayn and Liam about what happened anyway. They knew each other for so long and talked about everything. This time though maybe it wasn't a good idea. Since Louis had confessed he got off by thinking of Harry his two friends mocked him with that nonstop. Great friends he had there. 

So when the next Friday came around Louis was feeling more anxious then ever. Would they embarrass him in front of Harry and tell him about it? If it wasn't obvious until then it was now. Louis had major trust issues. 

"Well Tommo, excited to see your little dream boy?" asked Zayn evilly. 

"Or more like tall dream boy. He is a giant and could dominate our little Tommo in his sleep" snickered Liam. 

"Too bad that he is a Top then. I'm wondering how things might work.... you know with the height difference" was Zayn loosing it. 

 "You think the size difference is that huge everywhere?" joined Liam his boyfriend's laughter. 

"I hope not" snorted Zayn. 

"Are you quiet finished yet?" threw Louis them an annoyed look. How much he would like to kill them right now. 

"Naww Tommo, don't pull such a grumpy face" pinched Zayn Louis' nose. 

"I'll pull your dick if you don't stop" glared Louis at him. 

"Do that with Harry and not with my boyfriend" said Liam amused. 

"First of all, stop calling him your boyfriend every two seconds. We got it. You're in love. And second, I won't do anything with Harry. He is straight as far as I know and I don't date any more. That's over" was Louis really fed up with his friends now. 

"If Harry is straight than I am Barack Obama" snorted Zayn again. 

"What he means is, you can't know that. Did you even really talk with him?" asked Liam more calmly now. 

"No and I'm not planning on doing so. What part of I don't date did you not understand?" looked Louis at him like Liam was crazy. 

"All of it. And before you start, yes I know why you do that and I understand but Harry doesn't seem like a bad guy. He's different. It won't happen again" answered Liam sincerely. 

"You finished now? Great. Lesson starts" blocked Louis up every try and walked into the boxing studio. 

Shortly after Harry and Niall came in in their usual boxing gear. Today they would share the room. Maybe this would help Louis to focus and be nice at the same time. He wanted Harry's time here to be better than before. If he was doing that for a friend he could make it nice for him at least. Or as nice as he could be without getting unfocused. 

"You're ready, Harold?" clapped Louis into his hands. 

"Do I have a choice?" asked Harry instead rhetorically. 

"Probably not. But I have the choice on what to do soooo..... I chose something different today" presented Louis their task for today. 

The punching bag. It was perfect to build down some stress and just feel like you're good in what you're doing even though you're maybe not. Maybe like this he could take away Harry's fear of really punching something and he wouldn't have a high chance to fall down again. Well, it was Harry. He could find a way. 

"What do I have to do exactly?" eyed Harry the big punching back. 

"Just simple punching. Make that punching bag regret it woke up today" explained Louis jokingly and Harry actually laughed quietly at that. That made Louis smile too. 

"Oh but please think of the basic footing position we talked about or you will probably loose your balance again. We don't want that precious bum to get hurt again, don't we?" reminded Louis him and really wanted to slap himself. He really couldn't control his mouth. Well, that sounded wrong. 

Harry blushed a bit as he put on his boxing gloves. A part of Louis hoped Harry was blushing because of him. Out of the corner of his eyes Louis could see how Liam smirked at him and held back his laughter. Did he listen to them and if so, did Niall listen too? Oh God, help. 

Almost fearfully Harry started to throw the first punches to the punching bag. He had a weak stand and underestimated the blow of punching back coming back at him. Barely he doged it and stumbled a bit back. Louis didn't knew if he should laugh or cry at that so he just sprinted over and steadied Harry by the waist before he could fall down again. 

"Maybe we shoud go through the footing once again" chuckled Louis lightly but not in a mocking way. He was kinda endeared by Harry in a weird way. 

"That would be nice" breathed Harry out and Louis let go of his waist reluctantly. 

"Well, do you remember any of it?" cleared Louis his throat. Harry just shook his head. 

"Why didn't you just ask me to repeat it then?" asked Louis stupidly.

"I didn't dare to" answered Harry barely audible. 

Ouch. That really hurt. Louis felt the guilt washing over him and his face fell. That Harry was seemingly afraid of him made Louis feel some kind of way. He always pretended to be cool and heartless, like nothing could hurt him, but if you knew him you would know that's utter bullshit. He was a really soft and sensitive person who wanted to make a person's life better and not worse. But life has burned him and right now he felt it everywhere. 

"I can't really blame your for that" sighed Louis but it was more to himself. Harry just looked weirdly at him. 

With another sigh he walked closer to Harry and put his hands back on his waist. At first Harry tensed a bit in shock at the touch but soon relaxed under it. Louis got up on his tippy toes and moved his face closer to Harry's ear. "Distribut your weight evenly on both legs and bent your knees slightly. Yeah like that. Put your feet diagonal, slightly wider than shoulder width, heel pulled up. Your elbows down, but your hands up. Head behind the gloves, chin slightly down and your eyes should look over the gloves. Now relax and breathe!" whispered Louis into Harry's ear and Harry followed every instruction without a problem. 

"Now punch that freaking bag for ruining your Friday afternoon" told Louis him still in a whisper and saw Harry's lips twitch up into a shy smile. 

And indeed, Harry punched the bag with more force now and didn't back down. After a few moments his punches became more secure and he was visibly impressed that he actually managed to do something right. Louis, who was still holding Harry by his waist to steady his stand, was smiling at the success. This was the first time Harry was happy in his presence and that made Louis happy himself. The feeling he was feeling right now inside his tummy was something he had never felt before. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to ever end again. 

"I did it! I really did it" exclaimed Harry excitedly, forgetting about the bag and turning around in Louis' arms. 

"Harry, the ba...." Louis wanted to say but it was too late. 

The punching bag came flying back and hit Harry hard against the back. He let out a suprised and pained yelp and the force made him stumble forwards, crashing into Louis and making them fall to the floor. Louis hissed in pain as his back collided with the floor and Harry fell on top of him. As he opened his eyes he was met with Harry's shocked and scared green eyes, that were looking down at him. 

"I..- I'm so so..-rry. I'm s..-such a hobbledehoy. I ca..-can't even..." stuttered Harry anxiously. 

"What the hell is a hobbledehoy?" let Louis out a little laugh. 

"Um... a very clumsy creature" blushed Harry, still on top of Louis. 

"Oh My God, Harry" started Louis to laugh now. This boy was really something special. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm weird. I umm..." mumbled Harry and wanted to climb down from Louis but Louis pulled him back down on him, wich caused Harry to almost crash on Louis' face this time. Clumsy creature indeed. 

"Harry, no. I'm not laughing at you if you think that. I just... I can't handle you sometimes. You're really something...". 

"Else. I know" cut Harry him off with a sad sigh. 

"Special. I wanted to say something special. That word is adorable. You are adorable" cleared Louis up and had one hand on Harry's wrist while the other one was caressing his cheek without Louis really noticing it. 

"Really? You think so?" asked Harry unsure but with a sparkle in his eyes. 

"I know so" offered Louis him an honest smile. 

"Are you two okay or is someone hurt?" came Liam over to them with Niall following behind. 

That made Louis snap back to reality and Harry and Louis got rid off their position on the floor and stood up, facing their friends. "It took you that long to ask if someone was hurt? Wow, you're a true hero, Payno". 

"Hey, I was busy with Niall" exclaimed Liam offended. 

"Don't let Zayn hear that. He could take this the wrong way" smirked Louis at Liam. 

"Let me out of this" held Niall his hands up in surrender. 

"Next time you get hurt I'll let you die" huffed Liam. 

"Good that I didn't get hurt then" shot Louis back. 

"You didn't? That's good. What happened?" asked Liam and their little banter was over. 

"Oh we were just blown away by Harry's new, very hard friend" winked Louis at Liam. 

That caused the three other boys to have totally different reactions. Liam just rolled his eyes at Louis. He was way too used to that. Niall died of laughter while Harry turned red as a tomato in the face. Well, nice or not Louis couldn't help his sassy ass. 

"I think we should end today's lesson on that" announced Liam as Niall had calmed down a bit. 

"Great idea" gave Niall him a thumbs up and Harry just nodded shyly. 

Before Niall and Harry could disappear completely out of the room Louis called after them. "Niall, Harold! You wanna join us at the bar after your steamy shower?". 

"I'm NOT gay for your information. Am I the only straight dude in this world?" called Niall back with a laugh. This caused hope to grow inside of Louis. 

"I dont know, looks like it. Harold?" tried Louis to play it cool but was dying inside. With that he had just admitted to be gay. Was Harry gay too?

"Umm" was Harry caught off guard. 

"The answer is yes, by the way" grabbed Niall for Harry's arm. Louis was confused. Niall seemed to notice that. 

"We will join you". Oh that. That was great. Why was Louis disappointed then?

"And maybe to the other thing too" called Niall back into the room as Harry was gone before he left too. 

Louis probably looked like a complete idiot right now with his big eyes and open mouth. "Did he... does that mean... is he...?" was Louis not able to actually form his question. 

"I think it does" patted Liam his shoulder. 

"What do I do with that information now?" asked Louis his friend. 

"Well, do you like him?" countered Liam. 

"Niall? He's cool" faked Louis a smile. He knew Liam didn't meant Niall. 

"No, Harry" became Liam serious now. 

"Nooo" dragged Louis the word extra long and sounded more and more unconvincing. 

"Tommo, I have eyes. I saw you. We watched you. What even was that? You never did that with anyone else" looked Liam crockedly at him. 

"I don't know. It just... kinda happened? What do I know? It felt right somehow" searched Louis for an explanation but didn't find one. 

"And what exactly did you feel?" hooked Liam curiously. 

"That we need to get going or they will start without us. Race you there, lame ass" poked Louis his tongue out at him like a child. He was five years old after all. He wasn't ready to have that deep talk right now.... or ever. 

Quickly they got themselves ready and joined Zayn at the bar. Shortly after Niall and Harry joined them too. For a while they all talked happily and even Harry loosend up a bit even though he still didn't talk much. Louis really wanted to hear him talk more. He had such a lovely voice. So low and raspy and smooth and slow. Okay, Louis should stop that and focus back on his friends. 

"We should go out in a real bar tonight" suggested Zayn. 

"Did you ask your boyfriend for permission?" made Louis fun of them. He also kinda always mocked that topic but was more like traumatised about it. 

"I hate you sometimes" deadpanned Zayn. 

"I think that's a great idea. You're in Harry?" asked Niall his friend cheerfully. 

"You know I have work today. I would but I can't...." answered Harry slowly. Now Louis was curious. What was he working anyways?

"You can. You're free tonight. Let me just text Alberto so he takes over" took Niall out his phone. 

"Niall, you don't have to....". 

"Naha. You're coming with us. See? All done. Thank me later" interupted Niall him again. If Louis wouldn't be so confused he would be mad at Niall for always interupting Harry. 

"Thanks" mumbled Harry quietly.

Niall seemed to notice their confused stares as he put his phone away. "Yes, you got this right. I'm his boss. Are we going now or what?". 

"To the bar it is then" jumped Zayn off his chair. 

"But a gay one, please. Someone needs to get laid tonight" chuckled Liam, referring to Louis, who only glared at him. 

"Oh God, I'm circled by the gays. I knew you would come after my straight ass someday" exclaimed Niall dramatically. 

"Nah, you're not my type. Your ass also not" joked Louis as they left the boxing club.

"Well, what is your typ then?" wiggled Niall his eyebrows at him. 

"Someone who isn't as annoying as you" replied Louis sassily. 

"So, Harry then?".

"We should go to that bar two streets away from here. It's supposed to be very good" came Zayn to Louis' rescue. 

"That's where we're going then, love" announced Liam and they headed torwards that bar. 

On the way there Louis wasn't so sure if this was a good idea any more. If Niall and Liam were like that sober, how would they act when they were drunk? Zayn couldn't save him all the time. Maybe he should get drunk himself... or better not. He was too honest and giggly then. Well, this night could only end in a disaster.