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Harry didn't go to school with the others earlier.

The others being Louis, Zayn and Liam cause Niall was sick. No. He told Zayn that he'd skip the first hours cause he was really sleepy. The raven haired boy cooed upon seeing Harry's tear stained cheeks and covered him with the blankets again before letting the others know. But as soon as they left, Harry quickly stood up. Cause be had a plan.

"Ni!" He bit his lip, while lightly shaking the sleeping lad. "Niall.."

"Mmm.." Niall groaned and turned around, not facing Harry anymore.

Harry hoped over Niall, facing the older lad again. "Niiiiii!"

"What...what is it?" Niall mumbled in his sleepy state, his eyes narrowed, totally out of it.

"Can I please borrow some of your clothes? Pleeease?" Harry practically begged, pouting for more effect.

"Mm yeah whatever." He mumbled and closed his eyes, relaxing again.

"Ah thank you! Thank you, thank you Ni!" Harry clapped his hands enthusiastically and quickly placed a kiss on Niall's forehead, avoiding the boy's eyebrow piercing cause he was afraid that he'd hurt him. [Niall had already told him that he didn't have to worry about that but Harry was Harry.]

So he quickly climbed out of bed and rushed to Niall's closet. He looked around skeptically, before picking up some things he thought would fit him and going straight to the bathroom for a quick morning shower.

Niall started snoring again after a couple of minutes.

...

And so there he was.

Harry was standing outside the school's gate, trying to calm his nerves. He needed to look confident but he was so nervous. Not only because he was all alone, something that hardly ever happened, but also because of his outfit..which he was having second thoughts about.
He looked down at the tight, black, v-neck, t-shirt he was wearing as well as Niall's black, ripped, skinny jeans. It wasn't only what he had chosen to wear. What also bothered him was the fact that his tattoos were now full on display. And sure, he had wore t-shirts before but the colors and his big smiles made him look nothing less than super cute, as per usual. Now he looked like a proper bad boy and that was new to him. Really new. He took a deep breath before adjusting his bandanna once again, throwing his backpack over his shoulder lazily.

And he walked in.

The stares were something he could tolerate [he was used to them, people always found weird his flower crowns, painted nails and colorful shirts], but this time they were different. People looked at him surprised, confused even. He could see a group of girls whispering to each other upon seeing him but he didn't even look up in their direction, completely ignoring them. He tried not to put on his usual dimply smile upon spotting Zayn and Liam next to their lockers and then he he came to a stop.

"Hey." He nodded.

"Harry?" Liam widened his eyes.
"Wha-"

"Hey Hazza!" Zayn elbowed Liam in the ribs and took a step forward to hug Harry, giving Liam a glare when he exclaimed, "the hell?!?"

"Do you feel better?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." Harry nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"What happened?" Liam furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened." Zayn rolled his eyes and went to stand next to him again. "Just grab your stuff so we can go to Harry's locker." He encouraged him.

"Okay...?" Liam gave up and turned to his locker once again.

"I can go grab my stuff myself." Harry found himself saying.

"Yeah, no way." Came a voice behind them that they all instantly recognized.

Harry quickly turned around to face Louis, trying not to show how scared he was. He didn't want to face him. He was embarrassed after what happened last night. But only his voice was enough to make him lose control all over himself. It felt like he was even more in love with Louis now, after that kiss they shared last night and those intimate touches.
Harry thought he was being pathetic, but he really couldn't help it.

His eyes immediately met Louis' dark blue ones, that were scanning him up and down quickly.

Harry bit his lip trying to play it cool but he was sure Louis could see right through him. The way his eyes looked into his, made him shiver. He held his backpack tighter, feeling like running away. But he couldn't back off now.

"Hey man." Zayn waved.

"Hey. I'm gonna take Harry to his locker." He stated and grabbed Harry from his bicep pulling him closer gently but with authority.

"Yeah you do that." Zayn nodded. "I'm gonna go for a smoke." He pulled Liam with him and they both walked away.

Harry gulped feeling like his skin was burning where Louis was pressing his fingertips. He shouldn't be like that. He needed to look confident. Yeah, confident. He could that.

Louis started walking, Harry following right behind him, glancing at him every now and then while biting his lip. They stopped right in front of his locker and Louis looked at him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Stop looking like a scarred kitten and take what you need."

Okay maybe he wasn't looking that confident after all.

"We need to talk before the next period starts."

Okay so Louis is pissed.

"And don't look so shocked kitten, I think you knew what you were in for this morning..skipping your first period and then coming here looking like that..you-"

"Hey Lou!"

They both turned around, Harry biting the inside of his cheek upon seeing the same blonde girl.

"Hey.." Louis tried to say as enthusiastically as her but failed to keep a stable voice, his eyes drifting to Harry and then back to her.

"How are you?" She smirks.

Harry turned to his locker, taking whatever he needed. Of course she'd come and interrupt them. He could hear them laugh as they kept talking and he felt so stupid. He felt so small and stupid cause he was so determined last night to show Louis that he can be what he's looking for and now, after skipping the first period, wearing Niall's clothes, walking down the school corridors like that, now that he's actually in front of him, he can't even speak.

"Wanna go for a smoke?" She asks him.

No. He's just letting her play all by herself. He's letting her call Louis, Lou. He's pulling aside, not even giving a fight. And that's pathetic and ridiculous. He's pathetic and ridiculous. He slowly puts in his bag the last book he needs feeling adrenaline rush through his body. He won't let her win so easily. He didn't go through all this just to let her win. No way.

"Maybe later." Louis answers.

Harry closes his locker abruptly and turns back to face them, his lips pressed tightly together.

"How about after this period?"

Louis looks at Harry surprised by his sudden move.

"Oh um was I interrupting you and um your friend before?" She asks glancing at both of them.

"It's Harry babes." Harry answers sassily and Louis gasps. "And yes so excuse us for a sec." He gives her the fakest smile, before grabbing Louis by his bicep to pull him aside.

"Harry what the hell?" Louis whispers, looking as shocked as her.

Harry stops as soon as he makes sure that there's enough distance between them and her. He leans close to Louis, whispering as well, trying to keep their eye contact even though Louis keeps looking at him so intensely.

"Just wanted to tell you that, if you want us to have this talk you should decline her offer for a smoke after this period Lou. And you'll find me by the bleachers."

Louis blinks still shocked by Harry's outburst as the bell rings. Harry gives him a sarcastic smile before taking a few steps back.

"He's all yours honey." He yells at her, sparing a last glance at a shocked Louis before quickly walking away to his classroom.

And damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

He can't stop smiling as he quickly makes his way to class, sitting down and opening his textbooks. But that's until the lesson starts and he starts overthinking things. What the fuck did he just do?!? Did he do that? Why did he do that? How did he let himself do that? He gulps realizing that he's supposed to wait for Louis by the bleachers. What if he doesn't show up? He bites his bottom lip, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt and occasionally his pen. And just like that it's almost time for him to meet Louis.

2 minutes till the bell rings.

What is he going to say? Will Louis be mad? He can't be mad, can he? What if he just doesn't go?

1 minute till the bell rings.

He's gonna go and wait for him just like he said. He can't back off now. Louis will do the talking anyways. Hopefully.

The bell rings.

It doesn't feel good to be a gangsta anymore but he'll go.

Harry quickly picks up his bag and leaves the classroom. He walks down the hallways, too nervous to care about the stares he's getting and a couple minutes later he finally stops by the bleachers.

And Louis' nowhere to be seen.

But that's good. He was supposed to be here first. Yeah. He runs his fingers through his hair, adjusting his bandanna once again and exhales.
And then he can see Louis coming his way and it's hard for him to control his nerves. But he will.

"Haz." Louis stops.

"Hey Lou. Wanna go for that smoke?" Harry bites his lip.

"Uh yeah I really need one." He sighs and looks up at Harry before giving him a small smile. "Lets go." He extends his hand and Harry takes it gracefully, following Louis to the spot where him and Zayn usually smoke.

Noone's here and Harry relaxes. He should thank Zayn for choosing a place other people hardly ever visit. It's just gonna be him and Louis.

Louis sits down on the small bench and Harry follows. He sits down on it the way he was sitting on top of Louis the previous night, facing him. Louis eyes him slowly before taking the small package out of his pocket as well as his lighter.

"Haz.."

"Lou...?" Harry smirks, kind of enjoying this.

Louis chuckles, shaking his head.

He places the cigarette between his lips and reaches for his lighter. But Harry's quick enough to take a hold of it first. Louis looks up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Just..let me do it for you." Harry answers, eyes focused on the cigarette hanging between Louis' lips.

He leans closer to Louis, biting his lip in concentration and he gasps as soon as he realizes he did it. He pulls away eyes drifting to Louis' eyes that stare right back at him. Louis takes the cigarette between his fingers and exhales.

"I thought you were afraid to use a lighter..?" He asks.

"Zayn showed me how." Harry smirks.

"Of course he did.." Louis rolls his eyes.

Harry chuckles and moves closer to Louis so his chest's touching his shoulder.

"Baby..What do you think you're doing?" Louis places his hand on top of Harry's thigh.

"Can I try?" Harry almost whispers.

Louis turns to face him, confused, their noses almost touching.

Harry eyes the cigarette between Louis' fingers. He doesn't really want to but maybe..to prove Louis that he's not a kid. He's not a baby. That he can be what he wants.

He then locks eyes with him and Louis shakes his head, his lips parted.
"No way." He quickly looks away.

"Pleeease.." Harry runs his fingers down Louis' arm. "Please Lou?"

"I said no."

Harry glares at him. He huffs and reaches for Louis' cigarette. Louis quickly pulls his hand away, out of Harry's reach.

"Louis c'mon!" Harry tries to stand up but Louis presses his hand harder on his thigh, holding him down.

"No is a no Harry." He glares at him as well, before throwing the cigarette down and stepping on it with his shoe.

"You can't boss me around!" Harry tries to reach for Louis' package and his lighter that's resting on top of if.

Louis grabs Harry's wrists with his one hand, throwing down his package and lighter with the other.

Harry gasps and Louis smirks before pushing him back, forcing him to lay down on his back. He crawls on top of him, his knees on each side of Harry's legs, capturing him between them. He holds Harry's hands down, just over his head, using his free hand to hold himself up.

"You sure about that baby?"

Harry tries to control his labored breathing, feeling his whole body heating up. Shivers run down his spine as Louis leans closer, smirking.

"What are you trying to do Haz?" His expression changes to an emotional one.

"Nothing." Harry manages to say.

"This doesn't seem like nothing baby." He lets his hand slide down from Harry's chest to his black ripped jeans, avoiding to go near any sensitive areas.

Harry gulps.

Louis leans closer to him, whispering right behind his ear, "Tell me what's going on it that pretty little head if yours darling.."

Harry closes his eyes, Louis' hot breath making him shiver.

"Ah..I.." He gulps, not being able to even think about what he wants to say.

"You..." Louis exhales. "Don't even know what you're doing to me." He stares deeply into Harry's eyes.

Harry feels hot all over, still trying to control his breathing, not being able to look away from Louis' eyes. He's a blushing mess.

"You're not going to touch any cigarettes. And you're staying with me and the guys for the rest of the day just to make sure of it." Louis informs him and Harry can't help it, so he gives him a small nod.

"Great. Now close that pretty mouth of yours honey and lets get you to your next class." He winks and stands up.

Harry takes a deep breath before rubbing his wrists that are finally free and slowly standing up himself. Louis picks up his stuff and Harry's bag.
Harry looks at him, waiting for him to hand him his bag but Louis only gives him a sarcastic smile. "Well c'mon then princess."

They both walk to Harry's next class and Harry feels really out of place in these clothes. He has a more feminine style and that's so different to him. He doesn't mind if it's just him and Louis but now everyone's looking at him again. Louis takes Harry's hand in his own and Harry smiles. He can hear the older boy hum a happy tune as he keeps walking. And he feels like he's under some kind of spell. Cause he's soooo in love with Louis. It can't be real.

They stop outside his classroom and Louis turns to smile at him. "Here you are your majesty." He brings Harry's hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on top of it. Harry giggles as he takes his bag.

"I missed this giggle today." Louis says and then walks away, his fingers brushing over Harry's knuckles as he lets his hand out of his grip.

And Harry feels like his heart skipped a bit. He takes a deep breath before stepping into the classroom, knowing that it's gonna be another stressful hour in which he'll be just replaying in his head everything that happened.

When the bell rings he packs his stuff, not bothering to take his bag since he continues in this classroom next period and he steps out only to find Zayn and Liam waiting for him.

"Hey Harry." Liam waves. "How are you?" He places his hand over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I'm good." Harry answers. "Where's Louis?"

"He was supposed to be here. I don't know." Liam shrugs.

"What he means is.." Zayn looks up from his phone, "that he's probably on his way."

Harry nods, resting his head on Liam's shoulder.

"By the way, Niall just texted me. He says he's feeling better."

"We're going at his after school right?" Harry asks.

"Yeah." Liam confirms.

Loud laughter can be heard in the hallways and they all turn around.

"Fuck you Tomlinson!" One of Louis' teammates says in between laughter and yeah the blonde girl is there to laugh as well. "Bye Lou!" Louis sends them the middle finger, laughing as well as he walks away.

"Hey guys." Louis smiles and stops to stand next to Zayn.

"Hey, guess what Michael told me?" Liam laughs.

Harry tries not to look at Louis as he laughs, talking with Liam and Zayn, but he can't stop himself from getting lost in his thoughts. It's like Louis put him back in his position. Nothing changed! Absolutely nothing. He was once again with her. He once again picked her over him. He has to step up his game. If Louis won't let him smoke then he might as well try something else.

"Wanna ditch and go surprise Niall? See how he's doing?" Zayn suggests and Harry returns back to reality.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He exclaims before he can stop himself and steps away from Liam, freeing himself from his grip. He needs Niall right now.

"Woah!" Zayn laughs. "Relax H."

"Sorry. Can we please? Please??" He probably sounds too desperate but he doesn't care.

Zayn laughs again before ruffling Harry's curls and gives a questioning look to the others.

"You're not having fun with us Haz?" Louis mocks him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Give him a break Louis." Zayn smiles and comfortingly rubs Harry's back.

"I don't know...I'm not convinced." Louis smirks.

Harry pouts, looking up at Louis now.

"Well go grab your bag and we'll see.." He finally says, not being able to say no to the boy.

Harry smiles before running back into class. He quickly picks up his bag but as he turns around to leave he bumps into someone else.

"Ah I'm sorry!" He quickly blinks looking up at a guy who's smiling down at him. He's definitely older than him.

"Don't worry babe, it's alright." He laughs it off, winking.

And Harry's about to walk away but then he locks eyes with Louis, who's looking at him from the hallway. And this is his chance. He'll show Louis that he can flirt and mess around as well, even if he hasn't got a lot of experience [but he doesn't need to know that.]

"It's okay." He giggles looking up at the guy once again.

"How come you aren't hanging out with Louis and his friends?" He smirks.

"You know me?" Harry raises an eyebrow.

"I don't think there's anyone here who doesn't baby." He laughs. "Louis Tomlinson always keeps you by his side and he practically throws daggers at anyone who's ever looking at you."

Harry looks down awkwardly not knowing what to say.

"Pretty selfish of him if I may add.." He whispers as he lifts Harry's chin up so they can still look at each other.

Harry bites his lip as he looks at the smirking boy in front of him.

"Do me a favor?" Louis appears, jaw clenched as he pushes the black haired boy away from Harry.

Harry feels his heart pick up pace and he looks at Louis, still biting his lip nervously.

"Oh Tomlinson, and I was just wondering where you are!" He laughs, smiling at Harry right after that.

"Well good thing I showed up then." He smiles sarcastically but it's quickly replaced by a glare.

They boy rolls his eyes before turning to smile at Harry again. "Nice talking to you babe. Come find me anytime." He winks, ["well he won't" Louis rolls his eyes] gives Louis a dirty look and walks away.

Harry takes a deep breath, in an attempt to keep his face straight as he looks over at a fuming Louis.

"You've been a total menace today Haz.."

Harry bites his bottom lip, not knowing what to say.

"You think I don't know that you're up to something honey?" He raises an eyebrow, examining Harry's face.

"If we're going to ditch we should do it now." Liam approaches.

Louis looks taken aback as he looks at Liam skeptically. "Okay ah lets go."

Harry perks up at the thought of going to see Niall and he quickly follows the others down the hallway.

They reach the school gate and Louis looks around carefully before walking out of the school, Harry and the others right behind him.

"Hey! Where do you all think you're going?!?"

"Shit!" Louis quickly looks behind him only to see one of his teachers stepping out of her car.

"Run!!!" He screams and they all start running down the street. Harry can't hold back the giggle that escapes his lips as Louis quickly takes his hand leading the way. Zayn and Liam follow them.

"To my car!" Liam yells and Louis grabs Harry's hand tighter as they rush to get there. They can't hold back their laughter and sure it's making them go slower but noone's following them anyway.

Harry feels adrenaline rush through his body and even though he's kind of scared, the thrill of the situation tops his fear.

Liam quickly unlocks his car and Louis opens the back door, pushing Harry in before getting in himself. Zayn sits shotgun and they all try to catch their breaths for a moment.

Harry turns to look at Louis, his breathing slowly returning to normal. They lock eyes before bursting into laughter once again. Zayn turns to look at them laughing as well with Liam but Harry's only got eyes for the blue eyed boy next to him.

He takes in as many details as he can, wanting to remember this forever. The way Louis' eyes shine, crinkles forming as he keeps laughing loudly. Then his eyes drift down and he gasps upon realizing that somehow, the older boy probably doesn't realize it, their hands are still connected. It makes his heart pick up pace once again and he bites his lip as they drive away.

They soon stop outside Niall's house and Harry jumps out of the car.

"I'll be back in 5 minutes! Noone's here anyway so I won't take long!" He lets the others know before running into his house.

Louis smiles fondly as he follows Liam to Niall's house.

They ring the bell and wait.

The door opens couple minutes later and a shirtless Niall rubs his eyes, his blonde hair practically all over the place. "What are you doing here so early?" He steps aside, his Irish accent prominent.

"We ditched." Zayn laughs and lets his bag fall to the floor as he runs up to Niall's bedroom.

"Aye. And left poor Hazza alone?" Niall follows the boys back to his room.

"Nope. He'll be here any minute now. He stopped by his house."

"So you made him ditch as well???" He seems more awake now.

"It's not like we haven't ditched all together before Niall. You've corrupted him way before we did." Liam laughs.

"Not true. Not true." Niall closes his bedroom door.

"I'll agree with that." Zayn smirks before laying on Niall's bed.

"It's a mess in here." Liam says picking up one of Niall's shirts from the floor.

"You're the one to talk!" Niall laughs.

"I'd like to think that I'm quite neat."

"You're not neat Liam, you're living a lie if you think you're neat!" Louis shakes his head as the others burst out laughing.

"But-"

"You're living. A. Lie."

"Should we clear this mess up a bit?" Zayn suggests.

"Yeah we should." Niall nods. "My mum won't be happy to see this."

Just then the doorbell can be heard. "I'll go get it, it's probably Harry." Zayn stands up.

"Okay. I just found a pair of socks under the bed???" Liam looks up at Niall confused.

"Just leave it there." He dismisses him, before throwing some clothes into the laundry box.

Louis helps Niall move the mattresses from yesterday out of the way as the door opens again and Zayn along with Harry walk in.

"Ni!" Harry runs towards the older boy and hugs him tightly. "Are you feeling any better?"

Niall laughs a bit, hugging the younger boy close to his chest.
"I actually do! You're the only one who cares though, the other fuckers didn't even ask." He glares at the others playfully.

"Oi, in our defence Niall, you texted Zayn that you were fine." Louis crosses his arms over his chest.

"Anyways, we were cleaning up this mess guys if you remember." Liam throws Niall one of his shirts.

"Yeah, yeah." Niall puts it on quickly and as he does so he looks at Harry again. "Hey...is that my shirt?" He furrows his eyebrows. "And my jeans? And my..."

Harry bites his lip his eyes immediately searching for Louis.
He's staring right back at him, with a kind of a serious look. So he's not gonna help him? Well fuck Louis.

"Yeah..don't you remember me waking you up and asking you if I could wear them?" Harry tries to sound confident.

"Hm now that you mention it...I think I do. But why-"

"No time for that! We should clean your room!" Harry exclaims, feeling his cheeks flash.

"Yeah and I'm the only one cleaning right now." Liam speaks up.

"That's cause you're quite neat Liam." Louis smiles sarcastically as Niall starts laughing.

"Fuck off." Liam says playfully.

Harry tries not to look at Louis as he helps Niall make the bed.

"Um.." Liam furrows his eyebrows as he looks under Niall's bed one more time.

"What now?" Niall laughs, sitting on his bed.

"Thought you didn't bring any girls here?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I don't?" Niall laughs a bit confused.

"Then what's this?" He points under the bed.

"Um I can't see??" Niall laughs and Harry lets out a soft chuckle.

Louis rolls his eyes before reaching under Niall's bed himself. He stands up again holding out the black item in his hand for everyone to see and gasps as soon as he realizes what it is.
"Panties?"

"Oh." Niall stops laughing. He clears his throat. "Yeah.."

"Lace panties." Liam laughs, looking at Niall.

Harry's still looking at the panties in Louis' hand. He feels Niall shift closer to him but he can't react to it cause he's too shocked. His heart picks up pace as nervousness and fear take over him. Cause Louis's holding his panties. A pair of panties that he's been looking for, for a while now. And nobody except for Niall [and his mum] knows that he wears panties. He's not surprised to find them here though, Niall's room is practically his second house. He takes a deep breath as he forces himself to look away.

"Well mister I don't bring any girls here?" Liam laughs.

"Huh um yeah..haha.." Niall tries to smile as he glances at Harry.

Harry gulps feeling like he has gone completely pale.

And then his eyes meet Louis'.

"Oh." Zayn looks at Niall.

Louis locks eyes with him and Harry feels his cheeks flush.

And this is it. It's the end. So much for trying to show Louis that he can be like those guys he occasional hooks up with..and he practically just admitted that he wears panties. Lace panties. He might as well lock himself in his room and stay there for the rest of his life. Sounds like a plan.

Louis' stare is more intense now and Harry feels like his knees are about to give out.

"Well since you brought her here I guess she's more than a random hook up. Do we know her?"

"For gods sake Liam..." Zayn mumbles.

"What?"

Zayn sighs.

"Well do we?" Liam laughs.

"Uh I mean..I don't..um." Niall rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

Harry can't stop the thousands of thoughts running through his head as he keeps staring at Louis, feeling more vulnerable than ever. It was wrong of him thinking that he'd ever have a chance with him. So wrong. And he feels like crying. Cause he can't take this anymore. This is not him. He wants his feminine clothes back. He wants the safeness of being himself back. He wants gentle and caring Louis back. He bites his lip as tears gather up in his eyes. But he's not going to cry here, in front of everyone. He's not.

He abruptly turns around and opens the door before running down the stairs.

"Harry wait!" He hears Louis scream before running after him.

He quickly exits Niall's house and runs back to his.

"Harry stop!" Louis is right behind him.

He opens the door but as he's ready to close it Louis barges in.

"Stop!" He repeats but Harry runs up to his bedroom.

He can tell Louis is still following him so as soon as the door's closed he leans against it, taking deep breaths.

"Harry open up!" He tries to open the door himself. "Harry!"

Harry quickly wipes away the tears running down his cheeks, biting his bottom lip.

"Honey open the door please." Louis sighs. "Open it now!"

"No.." Harry says with a hoarse voice.

"Harry.."

"No fuck off Louis!" Harry says his voice small but enough loud for Louis to hear it.

"Okay that's it I'm coming in." Louis pushes the door open and Harry stumbles as he tries to keep his balance.

"Why did you run away like that?!?" He asks panting, looking if not angry, really upset.

Harry just looks at Louis, not answering, knowing that his eyes are bloodshot right now and his cheeks tear-stained.

"Haz.." He sighs. "I-" He holds out the panties for him. "Just take them."

Harry gulps before taking his panties from Louis, careful not to touch him cause he just doesn't want that right now.

He keeps his head down, not wanting to look up at Louis.

"Will you please tell me what the hell is going on today? Why are you acting like that? Is it because..is it because of last night? What is it?"

Harry wants to scream to him that no it's not about last night. It's for everyday since he met him. It's for every time he's seen him with someone else. It's for every time he's felt too small and not enough for him. It's for every time he's felt that he'll always choose someone better than him. It's for every time he's felt that he's nothing to him.

"Just talk to me for fucks sake Harry! You're...You're confusing me so fucking much! You're always so..innocent and soft and just..yourself and today..I can't even describe what today was! You came dressed like that..it was obvious that you were uncomfortable..you were being moody..you actually wanted to smoke..you purposely flirted with that asshole! And you're driving me crazy! You're fucking driving me crazy! Cause no matter what you do, you just have me wrapped around your finger..no matter what you do you just..you make me lose my mind! I can hardly control myself and you're making it harder all the fucking time!" He buries his face in his hands.

Harry stares at Louis who stares back at him, looking ready to lose it if Harry doesn't answer this time. And Harry can't hold it back any longer. It feels like he's gonna burst if he doesn't let Louis know.

"No Louis! It's you who drives me crazy! It's you! Cause no matter what I do it's always..it's always wrong and you..you always try to put me back in place..acting like it never happened and..and..and you can't do that!! You just can't do that! Cause you're making me weak all the damn time and I can't take this Louis! I can't cause..cause everything I do I..I do it for..I.." Harry exhales new tears gathering up in his eyes from the frustration.

"What? You do it for what?!?" Louis asks sounding exhausted and frustrated as well.

"I just.." Harry's vision is getting blurry from the tears in his eyes.

"What? You just what?"

"I just want to be.." He tries to control his breathing.

"You want to be what Harry?" Louis sighs, blue desperate eyes, staring into green scared ones.

"Someone to you.." Harry whispers looking up at Louis through his wet eyelashes.

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