Louis went for a run.

He ran faster, harder, longer.

He had so much pent up anger, sadness, hurt... he continued to jog – more like a sprint at the rate he was running. And finally, he collapsed onto the grass of the sidewalk, chest puffing and out of breath as he ran his fingers through his hair and hugged his knees to his chest.

It was over.

He asked for closure, yet now he realises this is anything but what he wants. He loves Harry, Harry no matter the mistakes he made. Harry was his first love emotionally and physically. He wants so badly to run to Harry, beg him to call off their breakup.

But he doesn't.

Little does he know that is probably the biggest mistake he will make in his teen years.

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Louis sighs when he gets home, flopping onto his single bed. Liam, the girls and Niall are all constantly trying to cheer him up, he just wants to be alone.

So, he googles it: 'what to do after a bad break up?'

BuzzFeed is the first article to pop up on his shitty little Dell laptop; he bites his lip as he reads the list, number one is to throw away any of their clothing and change the bedsheets.

Louis laughs humourlessly because he is wearing Harry's sweatshirt, which vaguely smells like his cologne. He can't bring himself to remove it, yet alone throw it out.

The second on the list is to make a breakup playlist, and he can't do that either because he only has one CD which is the one Harry gifted him once... The Fray. He shakes his head at that option.

Louis almost scoffs at number three, be sad. Yep, he's got that down pat.

He scrolls through the list eyes landing on one other, get your flirt on. Louis tilts his head at the thought. He knows he cannot heal heartbreak by jumping into a new relationship, but is there anything wrong with reminding himself that there is still life out there?

Little does he know this will be another big mistake he makes in his teen years.

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"Hey, Brock." Louis smiles. Brock is a nice guy, tall.. extremely fit.

Louis had thought for long and hard about who to get his 'flirt on' with, in the end, he decided Brock. Brock was openly heteroflexible (definition at the bottom of chapter) subsequently he knows he won't be stringing the boy's heart along if he flirts with him.

"Lou! How are ya?" The teen turns around facing the shorter boy, Louis smirks, placing a hand on the boy's strong chest before answering.

"Oh okay, just a bit of pent up sexual tension." He giggles before changing the subject, leaving Brock with wide eyes. "Do you think you could help me with English? I know you are terrific; perhaps you could tutor me?" Louis put on his best puppy dog eyes, stepping forward.

He watched the tall boy's Adam's apple bob.

"Y-yeah sure Lou. My place perhaps on Saturdays 10 am?"

"See you there handsome" Louis playfully winked.

He must admit, it didn't feel as good as he thought it would to flirt. Maybe he just needed to take it further.

Another mistake he was yet to become aware of.

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"Please, mum just shut up. I don't want to be scolded like I'm 12." Harry mumbles rubbing his forehead as he lights a cigarette. His mum shakes her head unhappy.

"You made a lot of mistakes Harry. Poor kid is probably heartbroken." Harry locks eyes with Anne as she sips her vodka.

It takes awhile but eventually Harry answers, and it is barely a whisper.

"I'm heartbroken too... but it is for the best."

"Better for who Harry?"

"Everyone."

Anne shakes her head, because who is Harry trying to convince, her... or himself?

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HETEROFLEXIBLE DEFINITION:

Not gay or bisexual, but in between bi and straight. Like, being straight, but you would consider doing something with a member of the same gender should the situation arise. Mainly for pleasure and adventurous reasons, you probably wouldn't date them. Also, can be called bent. 

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