HARRY
// when you're ready come and get it //

Once the bell rings for lunch, I sprint to our algebra class and luckily, the teacher isn't there. Louis was really defensive when that journal got taken from him. He went pale and I'm sure he would have cried if he wasn't in the classroom. When I looked to Niall, he was just as petrified. Both of them know what's in there, and now I am too.

It's bad, but oh well. Sometimes I'm just a bad guy.

The door is shut and locked, but I know where his extra key is. I reach to the top of the doorframe and snatch the key off, unlocking the door and letting myself in the room.

I reach into the drawer of confiscated items (I've lost a phone a couple times) and retrieve the notebook. I hold it in my hands, realizing what an essential key to Louis' life I have right now.

It makes me wonder if I should open it. Then I remember that Louis and Niall were both petrified.

Perhaps I should ask him.

I stuff the notebook in my bag, walking out of the classroom and leaving the door locked behind me. I merge with the other students as the head to class, my goal being to find Niall.

"Niall?" I see the edge of a pair of glasses with some blonde hair and once the head turns, I know it's him.

"Harry?" He questions me, and I grab his arm, pulling him aside.

"What's in that journal?" I murmur to him and his eyes go wide, his hands fumbling with his books. He's cute when he's flustered.

"Erm..." he adjusts his glasses as he looks up at me, "it's Louis' and I just..."

"You know what's in there," I tell him, "what is he writing?"

"It's..." he sighs and hesitates, trying to stall the conversation but I can't let that happen. I look down at his lips as he bites them nervously. God, Niall is just as cute as Louis. His lips are plump yet thin, drawing me in more.

"Why are you staring at my lips?" Niall asks and I kiss him softly in response. Chills run up my cheeks as our lips touch and his books fall out of his hands.

"Did you just..." he's whispering and blushing and I chuckle, keeping my hand on his cheek,

"Please. I know well enough that you know what's in there, and you want to read it."

He bites that lip again and groans, running a hand over his face,

"Fine fine! Louis has a sex journal! It's his sex journal."

My mouth falls as I quickly fish it out of my bag,

"This. This is Louis' sex journal?" I ask in disbelief and he nods. I open it up, flipping through each page. He has at least 100 pages worth of words all pertaining to sex.

"What does he write about?" I whisper.

"You..." he says and I remember seeing a glimpse of Niall's name.

"You too," I inform him, "did you know?"

He shakes his head and I'm the one biting my lip now as I look at the front cover,

"Do you want to read this too Niall?"

He nods innocently and I smile,

"What are you doing after school today?"

"Well I was supposed to be doing Louis."

I smirk, knowing that Louis would be the one to do such a thing; probably crossed his fingers after he promised to be only mine.

"You can always reschedule," I tell him reassuringly, "especially because this plan is going to get both of us something to look forward to."

I lean forward, kissing a line down his neck as he falls apart against the wall, his mouth parting and glasses almost falling off his face.

"So tell me Niall," I say as I nip at the skin near his collarbone, "do you want to read Louis' sex journal as much as I do?"

He nods and I smirk,

"After school. Today. You know where I live."