Every-time Louis was upset, Harry was there for him. Every fight Louis would get into with Zac. Harry would be the first person, Louis ran to. Harry loved being there for Louis. He was tired of it just being over text though. It killed him to just sit back and watch Louis go through so much difficult times without anyone.

Harry was comforted a little though, knowing Louis had his close friend Niall. He wishes he could be Niall, or Zac. Or someone Louis's age, instead being 13 years older than the lad.

Right now they were in tutoring. Louis didn't need any help, though. Most days he just slept. Harry wasn't sure why Louis spent the time in his classroom, just sitting there. It was like he was avoiding home, or at least something. He couldn't figure it out.

"Is everything okay, Louis?" Harry finally asks him, watching the boy stare off, chewing on a pen he had asked Harry for when he got into the classroom.

"Have you..Have you ever had a boyfriend, but then felt like theres someone you could be interested in, as well?" He asks, looking at Harry, "But- What if this person, was like a random number in your phone?"

"What are you on about?" His teacher asks him, an amused smirk on his face, "What about this random number?"

"Well, I..." Louis explains the entire situation to Harry, he manages to leave out the details of the night of the party though. Harry acts as if he is new to all of this information.

"Wow. Thats..Interesting." Hardy tells him, then sighs, "But is that why you are coming to my class after school?" He asks, "When you have no work to make up?"

Louis looks at Harry for a moment and shrugs, "I-I...Um." He is stuck, he can't think of an excuse.

"It's fine, I don't mind, I just felt I should ask."

Louis visibly relaxes and smiles at his teacher gently, "You know, Mr. Styles, I didn't really like you at the beginning of the year, dreaded coming to school because of your class."

Harry is taken back by Louis's comment, his eyebrows furrowed, "Well, thank you for that, I appreciate it."

Louis laughs, "So, Is Zac a good kid in your class?"

Harry nods, "He's an excellent student, yes, makes the best grades in your class." He tells Louis, "But, I would be careful, When I was in highschool, I was quite like him."

"Were you?" Louis asks, "How were you like him?"

"You know, I was very popular, broke hearts, toyed with people for my own good." He tells Louis, shamefully, "I just want you to be careful."

"You sound like Niall and H." Louis tells him, a frown on his lips, "They both hate Zac, alot."

"Why does Niall hate him?" He asks, if he's not the only one who dislikes Zac, then it must be some kind of kind, right?

"Well, Zac hit on him first, but I just think he was exploring his options." Louis explains to Harry, shrugging.

Harry looks at him, dumbfounded. Louis can't be this daft, can he? "Louis, you're telling me this boy hit on your best friend, then after your best friend denied him, he went to you?"

"Yes." Louis mumbles, blushing. He knows how pathetic it sounds, "I just really like him, Mr. Styles." He pouts, "I really think he likes me too." He tells him.

"I know, but it might be good if you separate yourself from this before he really hurts you, you know? Boy's like his kind are never good news." Harry warns him, leaning back in his desk chair.

"Are you?"

"Am I what, Louis?"

"Are you good news?" Louis asks him, eyes pouring into his own. Harry wants to kiss him, he wants to take these complications away from Louis and just protect him from everything.

"I wasn't then." He says truthfully, "I've matured now though, but it took a long time." He explains, shaking his head, "My first marriage failed because I was still immature, 9 years later and Im still fixing things about myself today."

"I think we will all find fault in ourselves until the day we die, don't you think?" Louis asks him, chin in his hands as he eyes Harry, "No one can ever be their perfect selves, just because their no such thing."

Harry stares at Louis for a while. Seems like hours, really, in their minds. Finally though, Harry does say something. "Zac will hurt you, you need to walk away."

Louis sighs and shakes his head, "Zac has a good heart, I know it, He needs me to find it, He needs me." He tells his superior.

Harry purses his lips and doesn't continue to contradict Louis. As his teacher he really can't say anymore without crossing a very visible line.

"So this H person, you like him?" Harry asks, raising his eyebrows, "Why?"

Louis hums and thinks for a few careful moments, "Well, he's always there for me, I've only known him for about two weeks now? It feels like a lifetime." He sighs, "He's constantly flirting, telling me all sorts of things that make me want to beg him to tell me who he is."

Harry's heart aches, he wants to tell Louis its him, but he knows he can't. It will ruin everything. Louis will reject him and he will be left heartbroken.

"Have you asked him about it?" Harry asks, only because he knows any other person listening would ask this.

Louis shakes his head, "No, I don't want to scare him off, I feel like he would freak out."

"Why's that?" Harry asks, leaning forward a little.

"I think if he wanted me to know who he was, he would've told me by now." He says honestly, biting his lip, "And frankly I don't want to lose him, he's a really good friend, listens to me go on and on about things I know he doesn't really care about."

I do care. "I'm sure he does care." Harry tells him with a small smile, "It seems you two have a good relationship." He says, "Has he given you any hint?"

"Um, I know he's tall, muscular? And he has class with Zac, in here, actually." He says, shrugging, "I already tried to bust the case, No luck though." He rolls his eyes.

Harry chuckles, "Well, then, looks like we've got a detective on our hands."

Louis grins and glances up at the clock, then frowns almost immediately, "Um, I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, have a good evening, Louis."