Sorry for the delay of an update. I just became an aunty for the first time and I'm a little obsessed and that's mainly what I have been doing. I'm a little shook at the fact that last chapter I was thanking you all for 39k when we now have 45k !!

I have no words to explain how fucking thankful I am. This story means the absolute world to me and is one of the ones that I would actually want published and all that shit.

I am a little insecure about this chapter so as the coward I am, I'm gonna publish and not go on wattpad until tomorrow to see all the comments haha

Harry's head was roaring with a raging headache when he woke up the next morning.  Suddenly, memories of the night before came flooding in, waking him up completely. Harry quickly jolted up in a seating position, frowning when he saw that he was not in his bedroom.

Memories of the night kept flashing in his head, reminding him exactly why he was not in his own bed. This was something Harry thought he was going to have to do again.

"Got to find an escape route," Harry said to himself, pushing the covers from his naked body, picking up his clothing that was in a pile on the ground and quickly changing into them. Harry looked back to the bed, noticing the shirtless boy who was lying down on the bed, next to where he had just woken up.

He had fucked someone else last night and he wasn't sure if he regretted it or not. With all the bullshit that was going on with Louis, it felt good to have an distraction of some sorts. A few months ago, this was what Harry would get up to once every two months. But this time around, he felt guilty, like it was wrong what he had done. That is exactly why he had to get out of there before too many questions were asked.

Harry took a step off the bed, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could be. He hated the whole 'morning after' situation that always came with one night stands so he wanted to be out of there as quick as possible.

Harry moved towards the door to the room, tip-toeing as quietly as he could before placing his hand on the door-knob, beginning to turn it slowly when-

"Going so soon?"

Harry practically jumped two meters into the air before he finally turned to face towards the bed where the voice had come from.  The same boy that had approached Harry in the kitchen at Louis' party was now sitting up, fully awake and intently staring at the curly haired boy.

The boy was attractive, Harry could give him that. His hair was a dark brown and his eyes were a light blue that looked to be almost grey. He was definitely Harry's type. Similar to Louis.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, thanks for the great time...." Harry said with narrowed eyes, not able to finish his sentence because he never actually caught the boy's name or if he did, he couldn't remember it. This was one of the things he hated about the morning after a one night stand, it was always awkward as fuck.

The boy chuckled quite loudly, "It's Xavier."

Harry awkwardly stepped forward with an outstretched hand, "I'm Harry. Is this what we should do? Shake hands? It's been a while since I've done this type of thing."

Because I've kind of got a fake boyfriend.

"Let's shake hands," Xavier replied with a grin, standing up onto his feet, obviously not even fazed that he was still completely stark naked. Harry tried his best to ignore this and shook Xavier's hand.

"How did we-"

"Look, I'm all up for a conversation but I need to go get dressed so that we can start getting ready," Xavier informed before brushing past Harry, pushing open the bedroom door, still naked, and out the room. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes fall to Xavier's ass when he exited the room.

It was a great ass but it wasn't as good as Louis' but then again, no one's ass is better than Louis Tomlinson. That was just a straight fact.

The curly haired boy then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Xavier's previous words. Get ready for what?

Harry heard his phone chime from the back pocket of the jeans he was wearing. He knew he probably had countless messages from his mother and Niall, both most likely asking him where he was. He pulled the phone out to see that he had a message from Louis, Harry clicked onto the message to read it but before he had the chance to read any of the text, his screen went blank. Dead flat.

"Fucking fantastic," Harry muttered to himself. He wished he knew what Louis had texted him. A part of him wished Louis had seen him with Xavier, but another part of him didn't. The whole situation was just confusing to him.

He knew that it wasn't healthy anymore to continue pining over Louis the way that he had been, especially when Louis had made it so clear that none of the kisses meant anything and that he was with Tyler. The lying, piece of shit that is pure scum Tyler. The jock didn't deserve Louis in the slightest but if the smaller boy was happy, he had to try accept it and move on.

"You know frowning can cause wrinkles."

Harry glanced over at the door to see that Xavier was standing there with a cheeky smile on his face, hair dripping with water and only wearing a towel. The boy moved into the room and towards the dresser that was pressed against the wall of the bedroom and began to get changed into new clothes.

"This isn't Louis' house," Harry pointed out. Xavier glanced over his shoulder at Harry before turning around to completely face the curly haired boy.

"Good eye," Xavier teased cheekily, "We got a taxi here when things began to get pretty heated."

Harry took in a deep breathe, he didn't know if he felt relieved or not. He wasn't exactly sure if he wanted Louis to have seen him and Xavier kissing in the kitchen he had helped do the dishes with Louis' mother not that long ago.

"What are we getting ready for?" Harry asked curiously. Xavier rolled his eyes playfully.

"School, silly," Xavier answered, "You've probably picked up that I'm new to the school. I was invited to the party by some kids in my class. I almost didn't go but I'm sure happy I did."

Harry let himself take a breathe of relief. Xavier was new so there was obviously that chance that he actually didn't think that Louis and Harry were a couple. It was now that the night was over and the alcohol was fully out of his system that he was realizing that maybe he had fucked up.

"If we are going to the same place, is it alright with you if you just drop me off? My friends had driven me to that party last night," Harry stated. He was pretty much facepalming himself right now. Not only did he now have no way to school other than to ride with the person he just fucked, he would have to deal with Niall's pestering questions about his disappearance from the party. Xavier grabbed a set of his keys from the table next to his bed and smiled over at Harry.

"I was going to drop you off anyway, I wasn't going to leave you here," Xavier said gesturing for the curly haired boy to follow after him as he pushed the bedroom door open. Harry followed, taking in the house that he was now seeing for the first time with sober eyes.

"Where are your parents?" Harry questioned. He knew it was nosy but he couldn't help it. He was becoming more outspoken with all the time he had spent with Louis.

"They have to travel a lot with their jobs. I normally have to move around a lot with them but I finally begged them to let me settle somewhere so I can get a somewhat normal high school experience before my father tries to get me to take over his company," Xavier explained. Harry was in awe of how extravagant the house really was. He felt so out of the place. Apparently Xavier picked up on this because he playfully bumped shoulders with Harry, "It's not all that great, you know."

"Pretty nice though," Harry noted as they made their way out to what was obviously Xavier's car. It was also quite luxurious like the house. Harry moved his way to the passenger seat and climbed in as Xavier did the same with the driver's side.

The drive to their high school was quite silent, they spoke back and forth a few times with questions to try and get to know one another which was quite odd considering that they had already had sex.

It was only when they were puling into a park at the high school when it had kicked into harry that many people could have seen him kissing Xavier. Lottie was even there at the party. He was half expecting people to be whispering and gesturing towards him as he walked into the school but nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour?" Harry wondered as they walked down the halls. Xavier raised his eyebrows curiously.

"You're not going to ask me to help you get off right?"

"Oh my god, what," Harry's eyes widened at Xavier's bluntness. It reminded him of Louis in a way. He knew for a fact that the pair would definitely clash.

"Whoops, sorry, what do you need?" Xavier inquired. Harry sighed, looking around him to make sure no one was close enough to hear what he was about to say.

"Can you please keep what happened between us? If you tell anyone about it, it could cause some shit," Harry practically gave Xavier puppy eyes. Xavier let out a laugh.

"I'm not one to fuck and tell," Xavier replied back, "It will be our secret."

"Thank you," Harry leaned forward to wrap his arms around Xavier who just hugged back before leaning away from the embrace and giving Harry a soft smile. Harry was also thankful that Xavier didn't ask any questions on the matter.

"I'll talk to you later," Xavier told the curly haired boy before disappearing down the hallway. Harry watched after him before sighing and making his way over to his locker to grab some books for his lessons that day. He really wished more than anything that Xavier would be able to help him forget about a certain blue eyed b-

"Forget something by any chance?"

Harry's eyes widened, recognizing the voice straight away. Louis was leaning against the locker next to Harry's, his arms were crossed and his eyebrows were raised and fuck, he was so beautiful.

Harry's heart was going crazy, his mind trying to think of anything he could have forgotten. The deal. Louis had seen Xavier and Harry kissing obviously.

"It was so stupid of me, I'm sorry. I should of been careful. I was drunk and I wasn't thinking," Harry apologized quickly, "I still can't believe I slept with someone and almost blew up the whole plan."

"You what? I was referring to the fact that I texted you this morning to pick me up and take me to school," Louis tried to keep his voice low enough so that other people couldn't hear what he was saying. Harry's eyes widened at the realization. He fucked up.

"Oh," Harry swallowed nervously.

"Yeah, oh."

Question: What do you think of Xavier? And how do you think Louis will react?