"No Lottie, I swear to god if you ask me again I'm going to flip out, Okay? Go away." Louis snares, clenching his report card in his hand. He was about to cry when Lottie busted into his room.

"Jesus, what crawled in your bum and died?" Lottie rolls her eyes, "I'll just go ask Mum then." She then closes Louis's loud creaking door, a sour look on her face.

Louis takes a deep breath and looks back down at his report card, his grief was put to a short stop when he heard his phone ring. He saw that it was Gemma and sighed in relief. She had't answered him in a while and it was driving him crazy.

"Hello?" Louis asks when he picks up the phone with a shaking hand.

"Hey Lou, you can stop freaking out, I was in the bath and I left my phone in my bedroom." She explains and Louis sighs dumbly, nodding even though she couldn't see him.

"Oh, okay." He mumbles, "I'm so sad, Gem."

"Why bub?"

"I lost my 97 percent average so that means I can't go to prom." He pouts, "You have no clue how excited I was, I was gonna go tux shopping this weekend."

"Aw, Lou." Gemma says, "What class did you funk in?"

"Freaking Algebra!" He exclaims, "Mr. Hale said that I never turned in my A-35 worksheet last week and so he gave me a zero. I asked if I could make it up, because anything is better than a zero, but he said no."

"Really? That's stupid." Gemma sighs, "I swear, can't trust any of these teachers these days."

"Yeah-"

"Louis." Louis furrows his eyebrows, hearing the way Gemma's voice gets to be muffled, "Yes, Tomlinson, Why Harry?"

Louis bites his lip and listens closely, hearing the muffled sound of Harry talking, not being able to understand what his words were, though.

"I'll tell you later, leave please." She says, Louis hears her door shut close and then suddenly Gemma's words are directed towards him, "Hey, Sorry, Haz was being really nosey."

"It's cool." Louis hums, "What did he want?"

"He was just asking who I was talking to, then asked what we were talking about." She says and Louis nods yet again.

"You know he let me sit with him and Zayn the other day when you and Niall were gone." Louis says, making conversation.

"Why didn't you sit with Liam?" She asks, "Just wondering, I don't care that you sat with Harry, I just was wondering."

"I don't really know Liam like that." He admits, "We're friends but not close or anything."

"Still, more friends than you and Harry are." She reasons.

"Yeah, but Harry asked me so I guess it's different."

"Yeah, you're right."

-

James: Hey, lovely. Excited for Prom????

Louis: Can't go, failed a class

James: ): im sorry babyboy, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?

Louis: Cuddle me:3

James: I would if i could, and other stuff

Louis: ...oh? like what?

James: Show you how great my fingers actually are, you know, the usual

Louis: id like that...

Harry quirks an eyebrow, a smirk painting itself onto his face. He wasn't in this for sexting, but you bet his ass he isn't going to turn this boy down.

James: Feeling naughty, babyboy?

Louis: Want you to be here

James: Yeah? Gonna let me finger you?

Louis: Yeah..Want you to

James: Let me see that pretty bum of yours, yeah? Let me know what I'm working with..

Louis: I dunno./:

James: I'm not gonna show anyone, baby.

Louis: My bum isnt...nice..I don't want you to see it, makes me uncomfortable, so please don't try to convince me to

James: i thought you liked me?

Harry really wanted a picture of Louis's ass, he didn't care if it meant sounding like a cliché asshole.

Louis: Are you being serious right now?

James: ya, if you liked me you would show me.

Louis: ...bye James......I can't believe what I'm hearing right now

James: Reading**

Louis: Fuck off

James: Whatever Louis. Things like this are a constant reminder of your age.

Louis: What? You're not even a year older than me.

James: Still.

Harry doesn't get a reply from Louis after that. Sighing, Harry gets up from the couch and makes his way into his Mum's room, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He hears her voice faintly call back at him through the door.

Harry opens the door, seeing his Mum smoking a cigarette while her eyes are glued to a re-run of The Office.

"What do you want for dinner?" Harry asks, leaning against the doorframe, lips pursed.

"Not hungry, thanks though." She dismisses him, but Harry rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his board chest.

"I said, What do you want for dinner?"

Anne rolls her eyes, getting her wallet and pulling out a $20 dollar bill, "Get some pizza and sodas, okay? And while you're going out take Gemma with you, she just came in here asking if her friend could come over, reckon since you are going you can pick 'em up too."

"It's a school night though." Harry protests, knowing almost immediately that it was in fact Louis that Gemma wanted over.

"Since when does that matter? Just do it, Jesus, Harry." Anne sighs, putting her bud out on her overused soda can.

Harry grimaces but nods, "Whatever, Mum."

Harry leaves the room and walks over to Gemma's room, busting into it without a warning, when he sees Gemma lift her gaze up to him, he starts to speak, "Mum said Louis can come over." He mutters, his eyes flicking around the messy room, "Just send me his address, while I'm gone you need to clean up."

"Okay." Gemma grins, "He only lives, like 10 minutes away." She says, "Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up with that address, yeah?"

Harry leaves the room and moves to tidy up the livingroom a bit, taking old chip bags and soda cans from places and tossing them in the bin. Harry then grabs his keys, wallet and jacket as he makes his way out of the door.

-

Gemma: *Address Attached*

Harry: Does he know I'm coming?

Gemma: Yeah,

Harry: Tell him to be outside or I'll leave him, not kidding.

Gemma: I'll tell him but please don't if he isn't!!!!)))):

Harry: We'll see

-

When Harry pulls up at Louis's house, he waits for about 5 minutes. He knows it sounds absurd, but when you are waiting for something, thats a long time, well, to him at least.

Not wanting to be a complete asshole, he gets out of his car and walks up to Louis's front door, knocking in hopes it will be Louis and they can immediately leave.

Instead of Louis, an older women opens the door, Harry can only assume that it's Louis's mother. She's quite a pretty lady, must be where Louis got his pretty features from.

Harry quickly shakes the thought from his head and smiles politely, "I'm here to pick up Louis? I'm Gemma's brother."

"Oh, of course." Jay smiles, opening the door wider so that Harry was able to step inside, "I had him give the babies a bath, so I am guilty, I'm awfully sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay." Harry smiles, "I remember when I had to bathe Gemma, she hated them."

"Louis used to stay in the bath for hours." She laughs subtly, "Can I get you something while you wait?"

"No, that's fine." Harry assures and Jay nods, excusing herself to go check on Louis's packing progress.

Minutes later, Louis appears from the hallway, wearing a large black t-shirt and some yoga pants that made his bum look even better than it already looked.

Harry's mind floats back to earlier when Louis had said he didn't have a nice bum. Harry wanted to pin Louis to a mattress and show him how much of a nice bum he really had.

"Hi." Louis smiles and Harry immediately sends one back, "Sorry I made you wait."

"It's cool, I don't have places to be, so it wasn't much of a bother at all." Harry assures, smiling as he moves to open the front door for Louis.

"Bye boobear, I love you, be safe." Jay calls from the bathroom where she took over.

"Love you too Mum!" Louis shouts back, then rushes out the door, cheeks flushing pink.

"Why are you blushing?" Harry quirks an eyebrows as he closes the door, long legs catching up to Louis.

"That stupid nickname, It's embarrassing." Louis mutters as Harry opens the car door for him.

"It's cute, like you." Harry says and Louis gets into the car, a sly smile on his face.

Harry shuts the door and rounds to his side, getting in the car and turning it on, letting it sit for a minute so it warms up a bit.

"You've gotta be cold." Harry frowns, looking over a Louis who shakes his head.

"No." He lies, "I'm fine,"

Harry examines the goosebumps on Louis's arms and reaches to the back, grabbing a red and black flannel for Louis to wear.

"Here, put this on, and don't say no because we both know it's going to end in- You know what." Harry sighs, taking his warmer jacket off and tossing it into Louis's lap, before putting the flannel on himself.

Harry doesn't hear Zayn's taunting voice in his head, he really doesn't.

Okay, he does.

"But- I- Won't you get cold?" Louis asks, putting on Harry's blue-jean jacket, then leaning back in his seat.

"Don't care." Harry shrugs, "We gotta go pick up some pizzas I put into order earlier."

"Okay." Louis nods, swallowing as he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Gemma telling her that Harry picked him up.

Harry switches the radio on in hopes that it would kill the awkward silence between them. He still wasn't sure what Louis's opinion on him was. Their 'friendship' is something that would keep him confused for a long time.

Louis scrunches his nose at Harry's music choice, "Really?"

"What? It's good." Harry shrugs, "Change it if you want, Princess."

Louis ignores the way the nickname makes his stomach flutter and reaches over to plug his phone in the aux cord.

They drive for a little bit and Harry has picked up on the fact that all of Louis's songs are really fucking depressing.

"Are you planning on suicide or something?" Harry rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "This music is so fucking depressing,"

"That's not cool to joke about." Louis scolds, "Get over it."

Harry turns the radio off and raises his eyebrows, a smug look on his face as he watches Louis's mouth drop open out of shock.

"Why is it that you decide to be an asshole when we almost made it to being friends?" Louis sighs, leaning against his window.

"Sorry, I get snappy when I'm hungry."

"Then eat, don't take it out on me." Louis rolls his eyes, "That's a shitty excuse, overused, really."

"Sorry, love." Harry chuckles, turning his radio back on for Louis, but turning it down a bit "So what's got you all frowny? Is it that boy you were talking to?"

"Yeah, but more so the fact that I can't go to prom anymore." Louis says, looking over at Harry.

"Fail or something?" Harry pretends like it's news to him, having known because Louis told 'James'

"Yeah." Louis sighs, "Then James was trying to get me to give him pictures, of you know."

"Your ass?" Harry asks and Louis nods with a frown, "Did you send him any?"

"No." Louis answers, "I don't want him to see it and then leave me because it looks weird."

"Weird?" Harry furrows his eyebrows, obviously not following Louis's words.

"Like big and girly." Louis explains, "I hate it."

"What?" Harry asks, shaking his head as he pulls into the parking lot of pizza hut, "I'm not just saying it, but Louis you have a really nice bum, better than anything I've ever seen on a girl, ever."

Louis blushes and shrugs, "Thanks, I just don't wanna show him my bum, I'm not ready for stuff like that."

Harry nods, "I just want it to be because you aren't ready, not because you are ashamed of the way you look, you are beautiful, Louis."

Louis looks up at Harry and smiles tightly, getting automatically more nervous at the scene of being praised when he didn't deserve it, "Thank you, Harry."

"Course," Harry nods, dropping it when he sees the way Louis tenses, "I'll be right back."

-

The rest of the car ride is mostly silent, a small conversation about a song that would play every now and then.

"Louis!" Gemma shouts, walking out of the house when he and Harry arrive.

"Hi, Gems." Louis smiles, getting out of the car and walking towards Gemma to give her a hug.

"I'm sorry I couldn't go with to pick you up-"

"I'm sorry, do you live here? I just moved here and- uh, my Mom wanted me to give you this."

Louis looks over to the sound of the voice, seeing a brunette girl who looks around their age, entering Gemma's yard from the left side.

"She does." Louis says, then points at Harry, "Him too."

The girl smiles and nods, looking to Gemma and holding out the basket of goodies to her, "I'm sorry, this is kind of embarrassing."

"No, no." Gemma shakes her head, "It's really okay." She assures, taking the basket from her as Louis goes to help Harry carry the pizza boxes and sodas into the house.

"I'm Elizabeth." The girl announces herself, "You can call me Liz, though."

"Gemma." Comes the responds, a smile stretched onto her face, "Where are you from?"

"America, New Jersey, if you know it anyways." Liz answers, immediately catching Louis's attention when he walks out of the house with Harry.

"Really?" He asks, "My Dad lives there."

"Cool." Liz answers, eyes still on Gemma, who can't stop smiling at her.

"You're pretty." Gemma blurts, then swallows and looks down, "I mean- uh, sorry that was blunt, but yeah."

"Thank you." Liz says, a blush painting her cheeks, "Do you go to Livingston High?"

"Yeah." Gemma says, glancing over at Louis, who was looking at her with wondering eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Liz smiles, leaning up and kissing Gemma's cheek quickly before turning and walking away.

"Hm." Harry says, "Got something you wanna tell me?"

"No." Gemma says quickly, turning and walking into the house, arm tugging Louis's inside along side of her.

Harry rolls his eyes fondly and follows them into the house, shutting and locking the door behind himself.