James: [6:53Am]: Good morning, Louis, I hope you had fun at your party last night :)

James: [10:23 AM] Louissss, I know you're awake by nowww

James: [12:32PM] Why arent you at school? I mean i just assume youre asleep instead of there..I hope thats the case?

James: [3:46 PM] Louissss):

James: [6:17PM] Louis whats wrong? Please talk to me.

Louis: [11:27PM] Hi, James.

James: [11:28 PM] Louis, why have you been ignoring my messages all day?

Louis: I've been upset, didnt want to talk to anyone, Im sorry

James: Why didn't you go to school?

Louis: I didn't want to

James: Whats wrong? Did something happen?

Louis: Yeah, with Harry, everyone was right about him

James: Whatd he do? And right about what?

Louis: His own sister told me to be careful you know, said he was a good brother, but probably not a good lover. Anyway, I guess I sort of accidentally ended up in bed with him, and we were about to fuck, but he stopped, said he couldnt and just fucking left me there. NAKED!!! The worst part is that I went down stairs after wards and my ride had left, he fucking asked me if i needed a ride, I said no and we got into it, anyway he called me weak and it just fucking killed me I hate him James I seriously do

James: He said he couldn't? Did he tell you why?

Louis: No, he just left. It was humiliating.

James: Maybe he has a good reason Lou, Perhaps he isn't being a terrible guy about this, what if he stopped for a good cause?

Louis: I don't guess I really thought about it that way, honestly

James: I know it hurt you, and embarrassed you. He shouldn't have even let it get to that point. He should've told you before. Im sure hes sorry

Louis: Do you think I should say sorry to him? For expecting the worst in him?

A reply doesn't come after that, leaving Louis alone with his own blatant thoughts crowding his mind, as they have been all day.

Louis knew that getting close to Harry would be a catastrophe. Harry was corrupt, Louis understood this. He also understood that he should have never kissed Harry so easily without caution that day at school. He let himself plummet into Harry's effortless and utterly pretentious personality.

He wants to despise Harry, but having seen part if the ravage he deals with at home, he can't but at least feel for the older. Louis wants to reach his hand out to help him, but he knows he shouldn't.

-

"Are you okay, Harry?" Gemma questioned with nothing but concern in her voice. She had almost immediately jumped from her desk when she heard Harry puking from the bathroom. He has been throwing up a-lot today and it's had her distraught. She had to beg him to go home at Lunch. She insisted that he get some rest.

Harry breathes out slowly, his forehead rested on the lid of the toilet. He knew how revolting it was, but he couldn't find himself to care at the moment. "Probably just a bug, Gem, I'm fine."

"Well, brush your teeth, Go get in bed, I'll fetch you some Alka-Seltzer." She tells him and he mentally groans. He loathes that fizzy substance. Nevertheless, he knows it helps so he continues to drink it.

"Okay, thanks." Harry hastily replies, standing up and supporting himself on the sink, he finds it difficult to see properly for a few looming moment. He hopes it isn't the Flu.

"So, What happened with you and Lou last night?" Gemma asks, sitting in bed next to Harry without thinking of the jeopardy of getting sick herself.

Harry takes a long, disgusting drink of his medicine and shakes his head at Gemma, "He had a disagreement."

"About what?" She presses, obviously not planning to back down from the subject.

At that moment, Harry wants to spill his wrongs to her, he wants to tell her that he's been nothing but a phony to Louis their entire time knowing each other. However, Harry decides against it. He knows Gemma already sees him as a rampant person. He doesn't want to worsen that.

"Listen, Gem, it's late and we have school tomorrow, Why don't you get some sleep?" He suggests after downing the rest of the shitty drink.

He leans over to his nightstand and turns off his light, then groans mentally when he realizes he's forgotten to turn the fan on. Strangely, as soon as he thinks it, his fan comes on and he feels Gemma crawling into his bed, situating herself under the blankets.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Harry asks, taken back by the pesky move.

"Going to sleep, shut up Harry." She says, moving to wrap an arm around his waist and lay her head on his chest. Harry wants to throw her out of his bed. He doesn't do that though.

All he does is close his eyes and fall asleep.

-

Harry manages to go to school the next morning, only brought down by a pounding headache. He see's Louis a few scattered times in the hallway. The younger never sees him though.

On his way to lunch, Harry starts to feel nauseous again, his headache still beating down on him.

He's about to round the corner into the cafeteria when he feels himself being pulled back to the other side of the wall. "What-"

"I...I just want to tell you I don't want to go to prom anymore and thatI'msorry." Louis speaks to Harry, feeling vulnerable by the way Harry's eyes bore into him.

"But you had your heart set on it?" Harry states, but really it's more of a question. He doesn't understand why Louis is backing out of prom.

"That's true." Louis mutters, he knows he needs to conceal his true feelings as of now, knowing they would only work it out and Louis would go back to swooning over Harry and self-destructing himself.

"So if it's true, why don't you go?" Harry asks profoundly, "I know we had a disagreement last night, but..um." Harry looks off for a minute, feeling himself getting dizzy, "You know, We shouldn't make such a big- Fuck." He leans against the wall and puts his head in his hand.

"Are you okay?" Louis is suddenly uninterested in making a stand to avoid Harry, instead worried about the way Harry seemed Ill.

"Yeah." Harry says, taking a breath before lifting his face towards Louis and nodding, "Anyways, I just don't think we should let it affect us permanently, shit happens, you know?"

Louis looks at Harry unsure and just studies him for a moment, "Yeah, it does, but it's not like what happened last night was exactly a little indecency." He expresses to Harry, "I felt humiliated."

"You shouldn't, It wasn't anything to do with you," Yes it was. "I just got overwhelmed."

"You were about to fuck me, Harry, how the fuck would you just get up and leave me there? Without any-type of explanation? If you were overwhelmed you would've told me last night, so stop shitting me and tell me the reason!"

Louis is fuming, Harry can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. It's really endearing, if you ask him.

"Will you please just take the answer I gave you? I have nothing else, I freaked Louis." He says, rolling his eyes and glancing behind himself for a brief moment.

"But Why?" Louis asks, his face looks distraught, almost, "Was it..Was it me? Was it..."

"You think I left because I was unhappy with what I saw." It finally clicks in Harry's brain. Of course Louis would be worried about this, he hadn't even thought of that. He feels like a proper asshole.

Louis shrugs and avoids eye contact with Harry, "Maybe," He says, barely a whisper.

Harry takes a step forward and uses his pointer finger to lift Louis's face up, looking into his dazzling blue eyes, "Baby, you are beautiful, seeing you last night, laying there under me, with nothing on, well, it was surely the most breathtaking view I'll ever get to see with my own two eyes." He assures Louis, moving his hand to cup Louis's cheek, rubbing his thumb gently on the smooth skin there.

Louis is so endeared by the words Harry speaks to him, "Do you mean that?" He asks, Harry nods, "I just know you've been with more than a few people, I figured you didn't want to waste a body count on me." He shrugs, smiling sadly.

Harry leans down and kisses Louis, both of his hands on either side of Louis's face. He kissed him softly at first, then with an intensity that made Louis hold onto Harry as if he would fall too far into bliss if he let go. His hands grip at Harry's shirt as their lips move together.

Harry's tongue slips into Louis's mouth, gentle but demanding and Louis swears he's on a cloud. He feels as if he understands the intensity in the kissing scenes featured in the many novels he's read over the years. His fingers move into Harry's hair, gripping the strands to pull him impossibly closer. Louis has never wanted a moment to last so long, he feels like his heart could explode.

But alas, all wonderful moments come to an end. Harry pulls away and rests his forehead on Louis's, "You're lips taste like honey."

"I have on chapstick." Louis breathes, he breathes in the smell of Harry's cologne, he wants to bask in it all day. His mind is dizzy with HarryHarryHarry.

Harry chuckles and reaches up to move some hair out of Louis's face, "I'm sorry I ran out last night, I just- I didn't want it to happen that way, I wanted it to be special, to mean something." He tells Louis, and it isn't a lie.

Maybe not the whole truth, but it isn't a lie.

Louis smiles at Harry and nods understandably, "I just wish you would've told me that, before you ran off like a dog to a bone."

"Are you seriously using metaphors right now?" Harry asks, raising an amused eyebrow.

"You mean a smilie? But, yes I am." Louis grins, his hands still moving in Harry's hair.

"I think we should take things slow, okay?" Harry tells him, "See if this is a good idea."

"I agree." Louis replies, "But I think it is."

"Me too." No, it isn't, because if you knew the truth you would never speak a word to me again. "I really do."