H: Louis, why aren't you answering me?

H: What did Zac do to you?

H: Im so worried about you

H: Did you block me? What did I do

H: Louis, please. I miss you.

H: I wanted to hold you told, to tell you it'd be okay

—

Harry decides enough is enough and finally mustered up the nerve to leave a note in Louis's locker, stuck behind one of the butterfly magnets.

Dear Louis,

Why aren't you answering my texts?
I was so hurt, that day at the fountain. I showed up, ready to finally hold you, and I find you with Zac, kissing like you've never been more in love. I stayed there and watched until you both left. My heart felt broken.
You were so upset the other day, you looked like you hadn't slept for days. I've been trying to text you, I even called, Louis.
I miss you. I really, really miss you.

-H (Please answer) :)?

PS: If you decide to reply, slip it into Locker 378, its empty. Thankssss

Louis finds it when he gets back from lunch, his eyes skimming over the letter several times before he closes his eyes and really thinks it through.

How could he of been so stupid? He had text H during his dates with Zac, times when he was with Zac in class. There's absolutely no way that Zac could be H. Louis shuts his locker and turns around slowly, hot on his hells to find Zac. He sees him at the other end of the hallway, laughing with some friends.

"Oh, Louis, hey." Zac says, unsure how to talk to him, Louis has been avoiding him.

"You're a liar." Louis hisses, pressing a finger to Zac's chest, "You fucking lied to me, How did you know about him? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Zac's friends start to walk away now, telling him they'll catch him later. Zac pays them no mind and shoves Louis back, off of him, "You were fucking cheating on me! I read the messages."

"You had no right!" Louis snaps at him, stepping closer again, "You used me, you asshole, Do you have a heart at all?"

Zac pushes Louis against the lockers with a slam, causing a loud crackle in the doors.

Louis groans and looks at Zac with hesitation in his eyes, he sees Zac lunge at him again, slamming him against the lockers another time.

"Hey! Stop this now." Louis closes his eyes at the sound of his teacher, Mr. Payne.

Zac backs away, but keeps his eyes on Louis the entire time, "Don't ever come at me again, you got that?"

Louis nods a little, swallowing thickly as he looks away and sees Mr. Styles, standing watch from his doorway, his green eyes glancing down at the letter Louis held in his hands.

Louis walks towards his next period class, keeping his head down. Chemistry was going to be long. He knew it was.

Good thing, Louis has a note to write.

-

Dear H.

Im sorry. Im so sorry. I was so so stupid. Zac lied to me and had me believe he was you. He went through my phone and saw our messages, then blocked and deleted your number. Im so sorry, H. I was so stupid. I should've realized. Please, I want to see you. Meet me somewhere?

Love, Louis.

—

Louis plants the letter in locker 378. He keeps an eye out through the rest of the day, he finally decides though, that H isn't going to pick up his letter today when it hits 8th period.

On his way to Mr. Styles's room, he finds himself rounding the corner to check and see if anyone is taking his letter from the locker.

And thats when he sees him.

Louis feels all the air leaves his lungs as he watches Mr. Styles read his letter, a distraught look over his face.

Theres no way he could be H. All the thoughts swarm through Louis's head. All the things he's said about Mr. Styles, all the times he's opened up to him. How when Louis called H, Mr. Styles was on the other side of the phone.

"Oh..my god." Louis whispers, his eyes getting misty. It catches Harry's attention almost immediately. He looks up and sees how shocked and helpless Louis looks, standing there in disbelief.

"Louis." He says, looks at the boy, walking closer to him, "Come into my classroom?"

Louis looks at Harry for a long, paused moment. He shakes his head, "I- I have to go, I can't." He says, his voice breaking, "I'm sorry."

"Louis- Louis you said nothing would scare you off." Harry whispers, his face falling as Louis says those words, "Please, I've waited so long to meet you, formally- Please, just talk to me?"

Louis swallows and sighs, then turns and walks into Harry's classroom, sitting down in his desk and watching as Harry shuts his door, and closes his blinds.

"I'm- I don't want to run off." Louis says, and Harry is surprised that Louis is the first to speak, "I'm just so shocked, and all the things I said to you, sent to you." He looks down at his desk, "If anything, I'm just so embarrassed."

Harry smiles and sits in his own chair, "Don't be embarrassed, Louis. Even after we did and talked about things like that, I stuck around."

Louis looks at Harry and smiles, "I can't believe you didn't run off when I made that comment about you fucking me over the desk."

Harry laughs, shaking his head, "I like it so, quite liked a-lot if the things we talked about."

Louis smiles and then bites his lip, cheeks flushed, "I gave you a pin that said number one dad." He says, looking at Harry, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes you did do that." Harry nods, opening his desk and pulling it out for Louis to take a quick look of shame at.

"That is the worst." Louis mutters, "I-I thought you were Zac." He says, eyes watering, "H, how could I have been so stupid?"

"Harry." Harry tells him and then sighs, "Baby, you aren't stupid, okay?"

Louis shakes his head, "No, Harry, I am." He rubs his eyes and avoids eye contact, "I had sex with him, Harry, I gave him my virginity."

Harry nods, tilting his head at Louis, "I know, lovely, I know, c'mere."

Louis does, he walks over to Harry and puts himself in Harry's solid arms, letting Harry really old him. "I'm so glad I found you."

"Me too, baby, me too."