Harry's POV

The school week came to an end much slowly than I would have liked, each day passed and I was forced to spend more and more time with Louis. Part of me didn't want to complain or be horrible to him, because being around him gave me a sense of happiness. When I saw him smile, I wanted to. The corners of his mouth would turn up slowly, creating small creases by his eyes, making him look even more beautiful. Knowing that his smiles weren't forced, that's what made me happy. They were true smiles that I had created. Then there was the way he would guide me, occasionally placing an arm around me or fixing my posture so I was acting to the best of my ability. It drove me crazy, every time we touched sparks would fly through me and that's not what I wanted. Because I was still angry at him. After kissing me, my feelings were the last things he cared about. Not to mention my safety. He pushed me out onto the streets into the dark and made me go home, facing the dangers in our society on my own. What a way to treat a young boy.

The other half of me wanted to scream and shout in is face, tell him how much he hurt me and show him that saying sorry isn't the way to make me forgive him. What he did feels unforgivable, sending mixed signals and messing around with my feelings. It felt horrible. I honestly thought we had some sort of connection, even if it was one where nothing except a sweet kiss would happen. I didn't expect him to shove me out into the cold and dark. He could have at least offered me to stay the night and then leave me the day after when I knew I would be safe, but he doesn't play like that. Clearly.

"Harry?" I turned and spotted Niall, extremely close to my sides.

"What?" He stared back at me sadly,

"I know what happened and I know things between you and Louis have been rough, but at least try and forgive him. He knows how much of a dick he's been and what he's done is wrong, but if you listen to him he's willing to make things better. We both know that student teacher relationships never work, but friendships can. At least try and become friends with him again, especially if you want to maintain the lead role." I sighed and ran my fingers through my curls, I knew he was right. He always was.

"It's not easy though Niall, he doesn't understand how much he hurt me." I bit my lip anxiously, I didn't want to start crying again. That's all I've done this past week.

"You need to sit him down properly and tell him everything, how he made you feel and why you can't forgive him. He deserves to know at least." I secured my bag and pinched the bridge of my nose,

"Fine Niall, I'll do it." He grinned widely and patted my back.

"Good, now get home and clean yourself up. You look a bit of a mess." I rolled my eyes and began walking away from Niall, he glanced at me one last time before climbing into his dad's car. I turned a corner and carried on walking, passing various people on the way, not bothering to take note of faces. I lowered my head and carried on walking until I bumped into somebody, I stepped back a little and raised my head. My heart began pounding against my chest when I spotted Zayn with a fag hanging loosely out the corner of his mouth, I gulped and stared up into his darkened eyes.

"I-um..." I mumbled, not entirely sure on what to say. He stopped and just looked down at me, scanning my broken face and not showing any sign of emotion. He raised his hand and my eyes widened, I flinched and turned my head to the side, waiting for his fist to connect with my face. However I was pulled away before anything could happen, my eyes snapped open and I saw Louis' figure in front of me. He was shielding me from Zayn,

"Remember what I told you Malik." He snapped, Zayn nodded and walked away, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I know you don't want to be near me but I saw you and I couldn't let him hurt you." I sighed,

"What like how you hurt me?" He lowered his head and I suddenly felt a pang in my heart, I regret all the horrible things I've ever said to him but he needed to hear it.

"Harry I'm sorry, you kn-"

"Can I come to yours?" I blurted out, he looked up at me and widened his eyes.

"M-My house?" I nodded,

"Alright... Get walking and I'll pick you up near the bakery." I nodded and walked away quickly, watching as Louis climbed back into his car. I turned a few corners and avoided anybody who was around until I finally reached the bakery, Louis' car slowly came to a halt in front of me and I checked around me before climbing in.

"Are you sure you want to come round?" I nodded,

"We need to talk." He smiled at me and carried on driving. It was silent for a while until we finally stopped at red lights,

"Can I ask you something?" I shook my head.

"Not until I've spoken to you myself." He gave me a simple head nod and we arrived at his house. I opened the door and climbed out of the car whilst he opened his front door, after locking the car he escorted me inside and I took a seat on the sofa.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked, removing his denim jacket. Revealing a very tight, white button down shirt. I had to stop myself from eye raping his body and shook my head,

"No I just want to talk to you."

"Okay, do you mind if I get changed first?"

"Go ahead." I mumbled, I pulled my phone out and text mum.

Harry > Mum

Gone to Niall's for a bit of extra revision, won't be long, love you xx

I sent the text and sat back, waiting for Louis to return. When he did he was in grey jogging bottoms and a plain white top. He walked past me and into the kitchen, I heard him fill the kettle up and turn it on. I listened closely as I heard him singing quietly, his voice sounded magical. He was an amazing singer, I'd never really heard him sing. After he finished making his drink he came in and set it down on the table before taking a seat,

"I'm all yours now." He said, pulling one knee up resting his chin on it.

"I don't know if you know how you made me feel, but it was horrible. I know I've told you about it before but you've never actually heard the full explanation. We'd spent a lot of time together, more than we should have to be honest. I know you're not a teacher but something still wasn't right about us. However I ignored that, I spent the time with you because I wanted to. I enjoyed your company and listening to you rambling on about the football, it made me happy. I was beginning to know you more and more. I spent nights at your house which could have been creepy, but they weren't. They were quite enjoyable, I felt like a little kid at a sleepover with his best friend because that's how I felt around you. I felt really close to you, I felt like I could trust you with anything and everything. Then came that night, that night where we kissed. I knew it wasn't right, but it felt it. There's no denying it, both of us kissed each other. I don't care if you don't want to remember that night, but I remember it every time I see you. I felt like we'd connected more, even if it was the wrong thing to do. But it's what you did after that hurt me." I felt myself beginning to well up but ignored it,

"You kissed me and then pushed me outside and away from you. You made me go out into the darkness, bare in mind I was crying, and walk home. By myself might I add. You just pushed me out of your life and tried to pretend nothing had happened when we both know something did. You were the person that wanted to do it yet you made me feel like complete shit for doing it. You wanted to kiss me and you did, yet I was the one that regretted making things awkward between us. I spent days thinking you hated me, that you wanted nothing to do with me. You didn't call me the day after to see if I got home safe or if I was alright, you stayed off school and kept quiet. I felt like you didn't care anymore, like the kiss was a way of curing your fascination and now you'd done it you were done with me. It hurt me, it broke me inside. I couldn't bring myself to eat or sleep and it wasn't even a big deal. But that's what you did to me and that's what I wanted you to hear." I looked up and saw a watery eyed Louis looking back at me, he wiped a tear away with his hand and swallowed hard.

"I didn't know you felt like that..." He began, I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Well I did, and that's what I needed you to know." He dropped his knee and placed his head in his hands, I looked at him confused until I heard sobs coming from him. I suddenly felt horrible but still confused. I scooted over next to him and placed a hand on his back, slowly rubbing it up and down. He turned to me with red eyes and cried more,

"I'm so sorry Harry. I really am. I'm probably the worst person you're going to meet and I know that you're going to hate me for what I've done. I regret pushing you out onto the street. As soon as you left I wanted to run out after you and cradle you in my arms, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I hated myself. I don't regret kissing you at all, not the slightest because it's what I wanted to do. I know it was wrong but who cares. I'm not a proper teacher, I'm an actor for crying out loud. I know I'm not that big now but I'm noticed occasionally. I can kiss you if I want to, and if you want to. But I hate myself for doing it to you and breaking you. I never thought I'd be sat here crying in front of you when I first bumped into you, but here I am and all I can say is I'm sorry. I just want us to go back to the way we were, I don't want to be in a relationship with you yet because neither of us are ready. What I do want is to spend time with you, be close like we were. Okay we might occasionally kiss but I promise you I wont shove you out again if we do." My heart fluttered when he finished speaking, I just wanted to kiss him right now. He looked so sweet and innocent and his speech just drove me crazy. I placed my finger under his chin and raised it up,

"I forgive you Lou, you just needed to know how much you'd hurt me." He pulled me into a hug and kissed my neck, I moaned a little before pulling away and giggling.

"I see I found your weak spot." He winked, I continued to giggle before nodding.

"Yes. It's not exactly easy to hide." He smirked before leaning over and nibbling slightly on it, this time the moan was ten times louder and my cheeks flushed red. He pulled away from me and couldn't stop laughing,

"I didn't know you were that desperate Styles." He winked, I hid my face in my hands slowly becoming more and more embarrassed. I looked up and smiled at his twinkling eyes,

"Can I do something?"

"What's that?"

"Can I kiss you? You said we can have the occasional kiss, at the moment we're both a bit sucky and desperate. Please?" He laughed at my word choice before nodding, I scooted onto his lap so I was straddling him and he placed his hands on my waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Because this can't happen as much as you'd like." I nodded,

"This is the reason I want to do it now." I leant down and brushed my lips over his, he squeezed my hips hard.

"Please, just do it." I waited no longer and pressed my lips against his, my fingers ran through his hair and the kiss deepened quickly. I knew this wouldn't happen again so I was going to make the most of it now.

written by 5secsoflouis

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