requested by @larrieskisses

"It's cold in here," Harry shivers a little, sitting next to Louis and setting his rucksack down on the floor. Louis smiles fondly, rolling his eyes and pulling a sweater out of his own bag.

"It's the third of December and you're in a t-shirt," Louis points out, handing him the sweater. Harry's heart flutters a little. Louis' so sweet, Harry feels like he falls for him more and more everyday.

"Thanks, Lou," Harry grins, taking the sweater from him and pulling it on. Louis watches him, his smile smaller and eyes stuck on Harry.

"Looks better on you anyways," He mutters. Harry feels his cheeks become hot, and he tries to hide it by looking down at his lap. If only Louis knew how much he likes him. He wants this moment to last forever, but then Leigh-Anne Pinnock walks in, and he watches Louis' eyes as she walks by.

What a sight for sore eyes. Harry's gay and even he can see it. She's beautiful, always has been, and Louis is mesmerised as she walks by their table, giving him a smile. Harry's dying inside.

"She's pretty, huh?" Harry asks lowly, just to see what Louis will say. Louis whips his head towards him like he's just been snapped out of a trance.

"Oh, uh, yeah," He sputters out. Harry sighs softly. He was stupid to have even a little bit of hope. Why would Louis ever want to even kiss him? He's not even half as pretty as Leigh-Anne.

He wishes he were her.

♛

"You look cold, mate," Zayn says to Harry, the footie game about to start. Harry's not even focused on the field–he's watching the entrance of the field to see if Louis will come. He said he would, and he would never miss a footie game. If it wasn't for his torn ACL, he'd be playing too.

"I'm okay," Harry practically whispers.

Louis finally walks in. Leigh-Anne is with him. She's wearing his sweater–the same one he had lent to Harry the week before. Harry's heart sinks. Zayn must follow his eyes to the two of them, because he puts his hand on Harry's shoulder and sighs.

"I'm sorry, H," He says softly. He's the only one Harry has told. He's probably the only guy sensitive enough to understand.

Harry knows he shouldn't be so upset. Yeah, Louis gave her his sweater, but it's just polyester. It just hurts. Louis likes her better. Harry's been trying to get Louis to feel that way about him for a year, and all Leigh-Anne had to do was smile. He wishes he was her.

"Hey, guys," Louis greets, his grin a mile wide as Leigh-Anne clings to his arm. He's practically glowing, he looks so happy. Harry wants to cry. "I brought Leigh, hope that's okay."

"'Course it is," Zayn speaks up so Harry doesn't have to. "Hey, Leigh-Anne."

"Hi," She greets, flashing her beautiful smile at them. Harry smiles back at her weakly, and she stands between him and Louis as they watch the game begin. Zayn squeezes Harry's arm.

It isn't long before Louis wraps his arm around Leigh-Anne's shoulder, pulling her closer. They look really good together, and Harry hates it. He fucking hates it so much. He wants to hate Leigh-Anne, but he can't. How could he? She's such an angel.

"Um, I'm gonna go buy a water," Zayn mentions. "You guys want anything?"

"Could you grab me one too?" Leigh-Anne asks. She's about to pull out some money from her back pocket, but Louis stops her and gives Zayn some of his own.

"I got it, love," Louis assures. "One for me too, Z."

"Why don't you come help me out, Harry?" Zayn suggests. Begrudgingly, Harry follows him, meandering away from the field and towards the concessions stand. "I'm so fucking sorry, Harry."

"It's okay," Harry smiles weakly. "He's got every right to go out with her."

"He just brought her to the game," Zayn points out gently. "It's not like they're together."

"But he'd like for them to be," Harry whispers. "Why would he ever kiss me anyways? I'm not even half as pretty."

"Harry-" Zayn starts.

"He gave her his sweater," Harry's voice is shaking.

"It's just...polyester," Zayn argues.

"But he likes her better," Harry sniffles. "I wish I were her."

"Harry," Zayn says gently, stopping to wrap Harry up in a hug. Harry closes his eyes, trying so hard not to show how upset he is about this. He will not cry just because Louis touched a girl. Not here, anyways.

♛

Harry is crying into his pillow. They lost the game, Louis took Leigh-Anne home, and he waited until he drove home and locked himself in his room to cry.

This isn't fair, but it's also totally fair. Louis and Leigh-Anne have every right to like each other. It's Harry's fault for not telling Louis how he felt. He was too scared of being rejected, and now he doesn't even have a chance to be rejected.

There's a knock on his bedroom door, and he doesn't want to worry his Mum too much so he wipes his eyes and stands up to open it. It's not his Mum. It's Louis.

"Are you crying?" He asks gently, face softening as soon as he notices Harry's rosy cheeks and watery eyes.

"No," Harry sniffles. "Why're you here?"

"Your mum let me in," He says, stepping into Harry's room and closing the door behind him. "I was gonna ask Leigh-Anne if she wanted to get some ice cream or something, but you seemed really upset, so I took her home. I wanted to check up on you."

Louis' so sweet, and somehow that just makes everything worse. "I'm okay," Harry sighs, sniffling again.

"No you're not," Louis gives him a small smile. "What's the matter, H? You can tell me, it's okay."

Well, now's good a time as any. "Louis," Harry says quietly. "I...I like you. And seeing you with Leigh-Anne just...made me a little upset. It's okay, though."

Louis' mouth drops a little. He stares at Harry for a moment. "I mean...why would you ever kiss me?" Harry's mouth is working faster than his head. "I'm not even half as pretty."

"Harry, don't say that," Louis says softly.

"You gave her your sweater," Harry's voice trembles as Louis puts his hands on his shoulders.

"It's just polyester," Louis shakes his head.

"But you like her better," Tears drip down Harry's cheeks. Before he can say anything else, Louis' pulling him closer, smashing their lips together. Harry feels like his stomach is exploding with fireworks. He brings his hands up to Louis' cheeks, holding his face as Louis presses him against the wall gently.

They separate after a moment. Louis smiles at him shyly. "I thought you liked Zayn," He admits, timid. "I didn't think I had a chance."

"I didn't think I had a chance," Harry laughs a little.

"Dude, I've liked you for, like, a year," Louis moves his hands from Harry's shoulders to his face. "Sorry. Probably shouldn't call you dude."

"You can call me whatever you want as long as you kiss me again," Harry grins teasingly. Louis laughs before leaning down and kissing him again.