Louis paced around his borderline modern home in a white bathrobe soon after Zac left, biting his already so swollen lips. He can't believe he just did that...with Zac, someone he doesn't see himself with for very much longer.

He had given himself completely up to Zac out of the utter feeling that he owed it to Zac, but now his eyes are stinging with tears and he's wondering if it was worth the sorrow he's feeling overwhelmed with now.

He really doesn't think he has ever regretted anything more in his entire life, or ever will. He doesn't love Zac. He cares strongly about him. What's someone as young as Louis going to know about true love? He knows for a fact Zac doesn't love him.

It's quite apparent if not obvious that he doesn't. Louis doubts that Zac even cares about him at all most of the time.

It didn't take much for this to be so clear and palpable to Louis, considering that Zac had left almost immediately afterwards, making up a far-long excuse that his mother needed him home soon for dinner. Since when has Zac even had family dinners?

As soon as the words left Zac's mouth that he needed to leave Louis's heart dropped in his chest because he knew. He knew very well that Zac had gotten what he wanted and now it was time to toss Louis to the curb.

Not only that, but during the event Zac wasn't gentle or sweet at all. He fucked him fast and hard. Leaving Louis wrecked and wincing at every single step he took, any movement that caused him to use his bum or thighs. (Louis thought that pacing around would somehow dull the pain so he could bear it at school the following day, he doesn't want to be obvious.)

Zac had called and spoke to him in the most filthy and dirty language that Louis had ever heard in his short life. Louis wasn't completely turned off by this, don't get him wrong.

He just had this crazy vision in his head that your first time having sex would be gentle and sweet. Something to look back and smile about even if for some reason you and that person weren't together.

Something that made him feel important, beautiful and cared for.

He felt absolutely none of that at all. This was completely dulling and heartbreaking for Louis if he's being completely honest.

Louis really doesn't want to end things with Zac because he believes that he should at least try to work something out. Maybe they could fall in love. Maybe Zac did actually care for him deep down. Louis doubts it...but he refuses to go down without without a fight.

But all the things H...Zac, said to him. Louis felt like the Zac he knew and H were two completely different people. Was it all a front? Had Louis fallen for someone that was completely made up. Was he a fool? He had felt such a connection. Now? Now it's different. Like all the time he spent sending silly text messages and dwelling over H was all a waste of time. He felt so alone, now.

He should've known it was too good to be true, thats how it always is, isn't it?

-

The next day at school Louis goes to Harry's classroom with a limp, looking at the handsome man grading papers on his desk.

"Louis." Harry says, looking up at t he fragile boy when he hears the door shut, "Why are you here so early? Have you made a habit of coming in early now?"

Louis stares at Harry and just shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes as he sits down in his usual desk, "I don't know what to do." He cries, moving to rest his head on his arms, hiding his distraught face.

"Louis, what's the matter?" Harry asks, walking over to Louis's desk, bending down next to him and running a hand through Louis's soft hair.

Louis sniffles, "You were right, you were all right." He says, lifting his head and looking at Harry, "He doesn't love me, he doesn't, It was all an act." He says, wiping his eyes, "Mr. Styles, I-I was so stupid."

Harry frowns, shaking his head, "Louis, it's okay to be upset, you were caught up in the thrill of it all." He says gently, "I remember my first boyfriend, he shattered my heart, I still remember how it felt." He tells Louis, hand moving from his hair to Louis's shoulder, his thumb caressing him gently.

"How'd you get over it?" He asks him, looking at his teacher with expecting eyes. He wanted Harry to tell him something that would cure all of the heaviness he felt in his chest.

Harry sighs and gives Louis an answer he absolutely doesn't want to hear, "Time, really." He says, "It was hard at first, but as time passes, it gets easier, I promise." He tells Louis, he feels so terrible for him.

"No! I'm the most impatient person." Louis cries, curling up in his own arms, "Why was I such an idiot." He sobs, "I can never get it back, You know? It was the one thing I had in my I had control over, and I just- I just gave it away."

Harry moves a little and pulls Louis into a hug, he feels so sad for Louis, he wishes he could take all of this pain away from him. He wishes he could tell Louis it would be okay and then things are actually fine. It doesn't work that way, though.

"I know, love, I know, it's hard right now, It'll get better, I promise. He didn't deserve you."

Louis lets himself cry a little bit longer, letting Harry comfort him, whispering comforting things to him.

Harry pulls away after a little bit and looks at Louis carefully, "You okay now, Louis?" He asks softly, "For class?"

Louis sniffles and nods, wiping his eyes, "Yes, Thank you, Mr. Styles, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, You can always come to me."