once a week, louis would go to the school to "pick up his work," but in all reality see harry on his lunch break. it was easy for the staff to catch onto since they assigned louis to be homebound in the first place. plus he would check in with his other teachers that he's doing okay, but homeschool would just be best for him at the moment. they completely understood and would give him his work. then he would sneak down to harry's class and spend the remaining 20 minutes with his boyfriend before the fourth block class showed up.

it usually resulted in the two chatting for so long that students came in during their conversation, making them realize it's class time. so one of the two would pretend they were ending a discussion about the work and louis would go back home since harry had to work for the next two hours. but louis would send harry pictures of his assignments and the older man couldn't be more proud.

he remembered louis as this sheltered little soul, lost in his own world and needed a way out. he remembered him as the boy that needed a voice. a voice to tell him it's okay, he will be okay, and everything will be okay. he needed a voice to tell him it's okay to cry. it's okay to hurt. grief is expected at some point in our lives. it's okay to stand up.

he remembered him as the boy who always had his nose in a book but managed to get his work done in time. it was like literature was his escape. louis wasn't thinking about college so soon, he just brushed it off because in his mind there was no way in hell he could get to college. no financial aid or scholarship could help him do what he wants. but harry insisted that maybe he could become an english major, and that made louis think.

harry sat beside louis on his bed, watching the boy type away on harry's laptop. he had his tongue stuck out in concentration, brows furrowed as his fingers tapped away.

"what are you working on?" harry asked.

"history essay," louis said, eyes stil on the screen. "gotta choose something related to the world war stuff so i'm doing an essay on nazis. it's pretty cool."

"that's actually pretty neat," harry hummed. "did you choose the topic?"

"yep! we all got to," the blue eyed boy turned to look at him. "i'm the only one with this topic. everyone else done the holocaust or the wars."

harry nodded and glanced over at his essay. he had about two pages of work done already, like he was writing a story about everything. the way he articulated his wording was something you wouldn't expect from a high school student. it was written like a college paper would be.

"my boyfriend is so intellegent," harry kissed his cheek. "what time do you have to be home? i'll drive you."

"eleven at the latest," louis bit his lip. "otherwise i would have to climb through liam's window and get a pillow thrown at me."

harry chuckled. "okay, what do you feel like having for dinner?"

the student paused and held up a finger, going to save his draft. he shut harry's computer and crossed his arms. this was an intense question.

"can we make like, soup?" louis hummed. "i'm feeling soup-y."

"we can," harry nodded. "would you be alright here by yourself while i go to the store?"

louis pouted but nodded. "okay. i'll just finish my paper up then."

harry leaned over to kiss him and grabbed his shoes, heading out to the store to grab what louis wanted.

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"thank you for tonight," louis blushed. "i have fun hanging out with you."

"well i hope you do," harry chuckled and squeezed louis' hand. "text me or call me later."

"okay," louis leant over, kissing him softly. "goodnight, harry."

"goodnight, baby," harry said against his lips before kissing him again. louis blushed at the name, grabbing his backpack and got out of the car. louis went for his porch and waved at his boyfriend before stepping inside, seeing liam up against the couch with a smirk on his face.

"what?" louis' eyebrows furrowed.

"you," liam chuckled.

"what'd i do?" louis pouted.

"i saw you," his friend winked. "guess you and ol' mr. styles are a thing now?"

louis' eyes widened and he covered his mouth. fuck. he shouldn't have gotten so giddy everytime. he shouldn't have showed much emotion towards him.

liam stood and put his hands on louis' shoulders, knocking him out of his trance.

"it's okay," liam frowned. "don't be scared. there's no issue, is there?"

louis closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "fuck."

"chill out, lou. as long as you're happy, do whatever you want. it's what you deserve," the brown eyed boy said softly. "so how long has this been legit?"

louis blushed and moved to sit on the couch. liam sat beside him, throwing his legs on louis' lap (which he earned a whine from.) louis blushed and brushed his hair out of his face.

"few weeks," he mumbled. "after i got home."

liam cooed. "does he treat you good?"

"he literally cooked dinner for me earlier, he spoils me," louis blushed. "so i would have to say yes."

"aw, my little lou-wee has a boyfriend!" liam gushed. "this is the cutest thing ever."

"it's not weird?"

liam shook his head. "you're of age, you do whatever you want. if you wanna get a car, you could. if you wanted to get a good job, you could. and if you wanted to date the hottest teacher in our school, fucking go for it because damn," he whistled.

"hey!" louis pouted and flicked his cheek. "you have your own boyfriend."

"zayn thinks he's hot too," liam laughed. "that's how we became friends."

louis snorted. "you both gush over the same dude but end up getting with eachother."

"yeah, don't tell harry."

louis brushed it off. "he's pretty, i can't disagree about it. if someone wants to say he's cute then whatever, but i know that cutie is mine so i don't have to worry."

"you think so?"

"i know so, liam," louis sunk into the couch. liam nodded and stared up at the ceiling.

"can i tell zayn?"

"zayn already knew," louis blushed. "he saw my messages."

liam gasped and shot up. "what?! and i'm your best friend! i should know first!"

"i was scared!" louis whined. "zayn saw it coming because he kept texting me and forced it out of me. i'm sorry, liam."

liam narrowed his eyes at his mate before crossing his arms. "you're fake."

"fuck you."

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here's a stupid lil filly (:

do you think liam will spill the tea? & do you think it was okay to let them know about l & h?