It's prom night, and Louis' kinda lonely.

Not really. He's surrounded by people, but not his people. He doesn't even know where Niall and Liam and Zayn and Stan are. Harry had gone off to get some water a few minutes ago, promising to bring some to Louis as well.

So he's sitting at a table, watching as all of Harry's friends wave at him when they see him, smirking knowingly. Jade Thirlwall even said hello. Just a few months ago she was elbowing him into lockers.

And, low and behold, Harry is walking over to him, two bottles of water in his hand. "Hey," He greets, tossing Louis one of the bottles. "Sorry for the hold up."

"No problem," Louis grins, unscrewing the cap. "Everything okay?" He asks after noticing how flushed Harry looks.

"Oh, um, yeah," He shrugs. "Uh, Nick is here. He said hello." There has to be more to it. Louis raises an eyebrow. Harry sighs before muttering, "Before he grabbed my ass."

"He what?" Louis practically spits out his water. Harry frowns and puts his hand on Louis' upper arm, and Louis is seething. "Where did he go?"

"No, Lou," Harry gives his arm a squeeze. "It's okay. I promise. That's just how he is."

"That is not fucking okay," Louis practically growls. Harry leans up and presses a kiss to Louis' cheek, and Louis untenses.

"Just don't worry about it," Harry says, a bit softer, giving Louis a sweet smile. A slow song comes on, and Harry gives Louis' arm another squeeze. "Let's dance."

"'M shit at dancing," Louis warns, and Harry just rolls his eyes and sets both of their waters down on the table, grabbing Louis by the hand and leading him to the dance floor.

"Just follow my lead, you'll be fine," Harry assures, putting Louis' hands on his hips. Louis' cheeks are pink as Harry wraps his arms around his shoulders.

"You look really beautiful," Louis says softly, and Harry grins as his cheeks go red. "I know I kind of got that point across when I swore in front of your parents, but. You are seriously gorgeous."

"I didn't know you were so charming," Harry giggles. Louis raises his eyebrows. "Well, okay, yeah I did."

"I hope so," Louis smiles. "'S at the top of my list of redeemable qualities."

"There's a list?" Harry asks amusedly. Louis nods. "I'd love to hear this list."

"Well, the fact that I'm charming, that's number one."

"Naturally."

"I know how to do a perfect kickflip on my skateboard," Louis mentions, and Harry raises his eyebrows. "Um, my ass looks really good in a suit."

"I noticed," Harry teases, and Louis raises his eyebrows again.

"I'd hope so," Louis nods. "Let's see. I've scored the hottest date to prom, that's a pretty redeemable quality."

"Damn," Harry twists his mouth and shakes his head. "I thought I did."

"Hm," Louis furrows his eyebrows like he's thinking about it. "I don't think so."

Harry just laughs, and Louis really wants to kiss him. Some Ed Sheeran song is playing, he doesn't really know much about his music, but it feels right.

If only he had the guts.

The song ends soon, and Louis bows playfully when they're done dancing. Harry grins and curtsies, and it's only a matter of time before Nick Grimshaw is grabbing Harry by the arm.

"Fancy having a dance, doll?" Nick asks. Harry looks nervous, and Louis can't help it. He grabs Harry by the hand and pulls him away from Nick, moving him so Louis is standing in front of him protectively.

"I'm sorry, I think he was dancing with me, mate," Louis practically growls. Nick raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Didn't think you could handle a little twink like him," Nick smirks. "Little whore probably came looking for a good time. I just didn't think he went for junkies. Anything to get yourself off, though, huh?"

Louis' expression goes grave. He lets go of Harry's hand and punches Nick Grimshaw square in the face. Harry puts his hand over his mouth while Nick stumbles backwards.

"Out, Tomlinson," The headmaster walks over and grabs Louis by the arm, leading him towards the exit of the gym. Louis just rolls his eyes. Great. Now he's gone and fucked up the whole thing.

The headmaster leaves Louis outside of the school. He huffs and crosses his arms, pouting a bit. Harry's definitely done with him now, that was fucking stupid of him.

Just as he's about to start walking towards his car, the door opens, and Harry comes out with wide eyes. "Holy shit, Lou," He laughs, running up to Louis and putting his hands on Louis' cheeks. "That was fucking awesome."

"Really?" Louis asks. "Kind of thought you wouldn't want to see me after that."

"Are you joking?" Harry scoffs. "I'm glad someone finally did it. I think you broke his nose."

Louis just laughs. Before he knows it, he's being yanked down, and his lips are being smashed against Harry's. Somehow this feels even better than all those times he had imagined it. Harry's still got his hands on Louis' cheeks, and Louis brings his hands to Harry's waist.

When they separate, Harry's cheeks are bright pink. "Woah," Louis whispers, but he's grinning. Harry giggles.

"Guess we'll have to find something else to do," He mumbles, motioning back at the school, and Louis just leans down and kisses him again.