All Louis could feel as he walked down the halls of his school was pain, betrayal and misery.

He swore he hated Harry. He wanted to strangle him for calling his mother and telling him where he was at.

Walking into his first period he felt Harry's green eyes on him. He wanted to yell and tell him he had no right to even breathe in his direction.

"Mr. Tomlinson, you are late." Mr. Styles points out and Louis's head immediately snaps up.

"I don't give a fuck." He hisses, "You never teach us shit anyways so I might as well skip the entire fucking class."

Students start laughing and praising him. Honestly, no student liked Harry here. He was strict and just plain mean. Had no heart when it came to these kids.

All except Louis though.

"Detention, Louis." Harry says spitefully, jaw clenches. He wants to take Louis over his knee but quickly stops himself from these thoughts, not wanting to sport a boner to the entire class.

"Okay." Louis rolls his eyes, sitting next to a kid name Justin, who has been gawking over Louis for years, he's just always been to shy to ever say anything about it.

"Hi Louis." He says, blinking at the boy with wide eyes "You sat by me."

Louis wanted to slap some sense into this kid. He shouldn't be so gone for a loser like him. Justin was ridiculously attractive, he could have anyone.

"Yes, I did," Louis smiles, blushing at the fond stare Justin was giving. Louis decides to play along, feeling Harry's aching gaze burn into the side of his head.

"Do- I- Well- I don't know." Justin stutters, causing Louis to giggle. He wasn't into him but this was adorable.

"Whats that?" Justin asks, voice full of worry now as he eyes a bruise that was on Louis's neck.

Louis flushes and tugs his turtle neck up some more, hoping Harry didn't see the incident.

Little did Louis know that he did, and he was beyond pissed off.

"Are y- Do you want my number- Or can I have your- like number or something?" Justin asks and Louis nods, writing it down on a piece of paper.

All the sudden the paper is snatched and crumbled up, then thrown into the trash, "Stay after class, Tomlinson." Harry says sternly, "If you do any different there will be punishments involved."

Louis rolls his eyes and sits back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he starts to think.

Should he tell Harry why he ran away? Or should he just wait it out- like he has been for the past years of his life- and see if anything changes?

The bell rings soon after Harry's outburst, and Louis just stays seated.

Once the classroom is empty, Harry locks the door and walks over to him, "Louis, I know you are upset about me calling home, but I wish you would try to understand that you running away was a childish Idea. You're parents are lovely."

Louis wants to correct him and say parent but he doesn't. He only nods. Harry had good intentions. He didn't know what went on, it wasn't his fault.

"Okay." Louis says, nodding, looking at Harry, "But why wouldn't you at least run it by me at first?"

"Well." Harry sighs, "When I called you that day, Mr. Payne was behind me listening. He heard it all and then said he understood but if I didn't call and tell your parents then he would report me." He says, "I don't blame him. If the places were switched I'd do the same."

You don't know my place though, and if you did then I can assure you that you wouldn't do the same.

"Yeah." Louis nods, "I'm sorry for overreacting." He says softly.

He decides not to bring up what he so desperately wanted to, to anyone who listen to him. He wanted help, he was just to scared.

Harry leans forward and connects their lips, placing a large hand on Louis's thigh comfortingly, his other hand on the small of Louis's back.

When Harry tries to take the kiss a step futhur, Louis pulls away and clears his throat. "I need to go." He says quietly, gently pushing his teacher off of him. "I have to talk to my Geometry teacher." He explains, not wanting Harry to catch on to any strange behavior.

"Okay, love." Harry says with a warm smile, "Will you eat lunch with me today?"

"Uh- Niall wants to go eat somewhere because we have those off-campus lunches, but maybe tomorrow?"

"Okay." Harry nods, pressing his lips together as he stands up, "Text me, love." He smiles. Louis nods, pecking Harry's lips and rushing out of the room.

Harry sighs and runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head. He fears that he has ruined everything with Louis. He knows that Louis is young and has alot of his life ahead of him. He knows that Louis might get bored one day.

Louis probably doesn't even know what love is.

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Harry: hey love x

Louis: Hiiiii

Harry: did you have a nice day?

Louis: it was okay. missed you for most of it

Harry: i missed you too

Louis: yeah

Harry: Are you at home

Louis: yeah im in the bath

Harry: Are you naked?

Louis: duh, what kinda of question is that?

Harry: Let me see

Louis: no no

Harry: Why not?

Louis: Because im ugky

Louis: ugly*

Harry: No you are not Louis. You are beautiful. Nothing about you is ugly except the fact that you think you are. You are the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life.

Louis: wow

Louis: you are so nice and sweet and i literally c a n t deal

Louis: but im still not sending a picture

Harry: damn itttt.

Harry: Its okay though, I already know you look breathtaking.

Louis: I love you

Harry: I love you more