Behind Blue Eyes

AN: This is a one shot dedicated to Yelena (leedssex) for her birthday, which is today. So everyone head over there and give her proper love. I planned on turning this into two parts, but since this is a little late anyways I figured I’d just give you the whole thing. First time writing smut so be warned it could be awful.

YELENA I AM SORRY IF THIS TURNED OUT TO BE SUCH SHIT. I don’t know how I got to this it’s really all over the place but I LOVE YOU so I hope you don’t hate it too much xo.

WARNINGS FOR VIOLENCE, HOMOPHOBIA, SWEARING, SMUT.

SUMMARY: Louis is a homophobic teenager, bullying younger kids to cover up the fact that he has a deep, dark secret. 

WORD COUNT: 4,366

Louis watched Zayn, smirking as he shoved a frightened looking freshman up against the lockers. His name was Leo, or Liam maybe, he wasn’t sure, but it was the same kid they had caught snogging a little blonde boy in the hall earlier. 

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• Summary: Harry likes to go to the club and dance all his worries and problems away while Louis just goes for a good time with his mates. Harry’s in a relationship with very dangerous man and Louis likes things he can’t have. When Louis gets fixated on the green eyed boy with chocolate brown curls things get complicated  All Harry wants him to do is take him away.

Inspired by Rihanna : Please don’t stop the music.

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, violence, side relationship.

Word Count: 6,308+

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Bullshit

pairing: Harry/Louis

warnings: smut,angry/rough stuff, bit of comeplay but really slightly, buttsex and bj and toys.

I,again,don’t own One Direction, otherwise I wouldn’t be here writing this. 

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Can you write one where Louis is younger (14) and Harry is 18 and they're in the same school. Harry's the hottest guy in school and everyone knows he swings both ways. Everyone wants to be like him and girls and boys are constantly in love with him. Louis is not popular or anything but they somehow meet in detention [Louis is accused of doing something he didn't do] and they somehow end up together. Harry doesn't want people to know he's dating such a young kid, he never goes under 15. TBC

Anonymous asked you:

So, they keep it a secret. A little angst on Louis’ side of the story would be nice. Like he falls in love with Harry but he rejects him at first and he’s trying to catch his attention. Like really virgin Louis trying to attract the popular kid’s attention, failing at first. But they end up together and eventually come out? Something like that? Sorry for the detailed prompt :-/

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Note: Here it is. I’ve been working on it forever now and it came out to be almost 5k words long. Ugh. I hope you like it. It’s a little hard to write AU oneshots, I feel like I have to write everything, like detailed and detailed. And, yeah. Take it away. I hope you like it. Feedback would be appreciated. :) x

Harry Styles. He was the legend in school. He was a senior. And he was gorgeous. Everyone wanted him, obviously. And he knew that.

Louis was quite different. He was nothing like that. Nothing. He was a freshman. He wasn’t actually like air, his classmates liked him. But no one else would point at him if some mentioned the name Louis Tomlinson.

He was nothing like Harry Styles, the legend. Or his companions, to be honest. Harry had the best friends. Niall Horan was such a funny guy, everyone knew him, and he could play the guitar. He performed sometimes at random events. And then there was Zayn Malik, with a Y. He was such a typical badass, with his quiff and cigarettes. And Liam Payne who…wasn’t that much of a bad boy or a loud, funny guy, but he was nice, all-smiles, good looking and just genuinely likeable. He was the big brother type and somehow the three loud, crazy, dangerous guys seemed to need him.

Louis couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. He had heard girls squealing whenever Harry Styles walked past them or bumped into them accidentally. He was that stunning, with his messy curls and his piercing green eyes. Stan thought that Louis was going crazy. And maybe he was.

Stan was the only person Louis had trusted with his secret. He told Stan. And he didn’t make a scene of it, actually he had found it rather interesting. He was so curious, so genuinely curious, it was kind of embarrassing. But have you ever done it with a boy? Have you ever kissed a boy? How was it? So, you’re a virgin? But then how do you know that you’re gay? No judgment, Lou, but if you don’t have experience, then how the hell…? That’s so cool, man. Like you never ever thought of girls? No…That’s weird. But isn’t it…? I mean, how could you just come to the conclusion? Does your mum know? She doesn’t hate you? Kudos to your mum, Tommo. She’s great. But seriously, you had to fall for the biggest prick in school, yeah? He doesn’t even consider freshmen real people, Lou. If you’re younger than 15, he’ll never look at you.

Stan was…helpful. Sort of. Kind of. Sometimes he was embarrassing, sometimes he was too loud, sometimes he was kind of stupid, but still…he knew all of Louis’ secrets and he didn’t judge him. But he was trying too hard to get Harry Styles’ attention on them, especially on Louis.

Their first ever contact wasn’t initiated by Stan, though. It was random, unexpected and, in Louis’ opinion, rather embarrassing.

He was trotting down the main stairs, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached after it, but didn’t stop. And he obviously didn’t really pay attention to the way he was going in. When he reached the hallway, he took a swift turn to the left whilst texting. And he bumped into something, rather embarrassingly. His phone fell out of his hands and he felt his legs entangle. He was about to fall and that didn’t make it any better. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he felt a strong grip on his elbow.

‘Whoa, kid, watch your step. You were about to knock me over.”

His eyes sprung open just to stare into glimmering emerald ones as he steadied himself.

Harry Styles. Harry fucking Styles, gripping his elbow, talking to him, acknowledging him.

“Yeah, be careful, mate. Here’s your phone.” Liam smiled down at him, putting the device in his hands. He was gobsmacked. He didn’t even realize that the other three were there too. He glanced up at the four tall, handsome guys, feeling self-conscious about the way his fringe was falling into his eyes, the way his whole attire looked ridiculous.

“Thanks. Sorry…” He mumbled awkwardly; he was about to melt into a puddle of shame. He was so embarrassing, so weird, so…nothing special.

“No problem, mate.” Niall grinned, knowingly. He looked so understanding, in a way, like he had understood something the others hadn’t seen. Louis gazed up at them again, trying to smile a bit, but then they stepped away, minding their own business. Zayn let his arm fall on Harry’s shoulder. ‘Poor kid, you almost knocked him over.’

Louis felt a lump form in his throat. That was him in their eyes: a poor kid. And he just had to bump into Harry on one of his bad-clothing and bad-hair and just bad day. He had thought that his bright red pants were quirky, pretty nice, but…he was ridiculous in them. And what about the stupid v-neck shirt? Why was he so odd? Why couldn’t he look just a little casual and not like he was about to pass out? Life wasn’t fair to him, was it?

x

“Have you ever seen that kid before?” Niall grinned at his friends as they settled down on the benches in the school yard.

“Nah, never.” Zayn shrugged easily.

“I saw him in the breaks. He always wears bright skinny jeans, sometimes suspenders. He kind of stands out.” Liam smiled. “But he’s kind of awkward too. His attire is always matched, his hair is always made, but he seems a little off. He’s a freshman, obviously. He seems to be pretty sweet.”

“Sweet. More like gorgeous blue eyes, but socially awkward.” Harry smirked.

“I don’t know, mate, he seemed to be mesmerized by you.” Niall grinned back, patting the curly-headed boy’s shoulder. “He looked like he was about to faint it, and that wasn’t from the fact that he had almost knocked himself out on your abs.”

“Oi, leave him alone. Poor kid…he seems to be genuinely nice.” Liam shrugged, but he couldn’t wipe off the smirk from his lips.

“Nah, too young to fuck.”

“Zayn, shut it!” Liam rolled his eyes disapprovingly. “Even if you’re right, don’t say that.”

“Chill, mate. I think I’m actually protecting him from the oh-so-famous Mr. Styles here.” Zayn chuckled darkly.

“The stylanator!” Niall laughed loudly, earning a few looks from the pupils.

“Nah, he’s too young, that’s true. Also, I have enough of the older and the more developed, if you know what I mean.” Harry smirked dirtily.

The bell rang and the short kid with the blue eyes and the embarrassed smile was wiped away from the boys’ mind.

x

Louis sighed in disbelief as he eyed the door to the classroom he was forced to stay in for another two hours. He had never got any detention, not once. He wasn’t the perfect student, usually he was distracted, sometimes he did talk in class, but he hadn’t ever started a fight.

Obviously, there was an awesome-swag-super-cool guy in his class too. The type of guy every girl wanted to date since he was loud, popular, he smirked a lot and made rude jokes, still, he looked pretty good. He was the alpha-male in class and he was picking on Stan. Louis was only close enough to Stan to actually stand up and tell that douche off. So, that’s just what he did.

Obviously, he got in trouble in a matter of minutes. The teacher had to step in class when he was saying “You’re just such a fucking jerk, man! Leave him alone!” And she wasn’t willing to listen.

So, Louis just pushed the door open and slumped into a chair, letting his messenger bag hit the ground with a soft thud. The teacher who was supervising raised an eyebrow.

“I haven’t see you here before. What’s your name?”

“Louis Tomlinson, sir.” The boy answered, shrugging just a bit.

“Okay.” The old man nodded, searching for his name on the list of “guilty” people. He signed it, proving that Louis had actually arrived there.

Louis pulled out a pretty messy-looking copy of To Kill a Mockingbird from his bag and settled down to read when the door slammed open and an oh-so-familiar mop of curly hair appeared.

Harry Styles.

Of course he was in detention, of course he was. He was followed by Zayn. They both smirked and waved to the teacher, who simply sighed and nodded.

“You two, again. Boys, what now?”

“Smoking.” Zayn shrugged easily as he occupied a seat in Louis’ row.

“Late from class, no equipment and a hickey.” Harry grinned. Louis’ eyes trailed down to the older boy’s white t-shirt which exposed a red-purple bruise. He felt his heart clench a bit at a thought. Someone had been so close to him, so intimate with him, so…so fucking lucky.

The curly-headed boy felt eyes on him. He glanced at the small kid who looked rather familiar. His eyes shot to the ground, embarrassment creeping up his neck. With that slight blush on the boy’s face and the glimpse on those pretty blue eyes…

“Oh, you’re the kid who ran straight into me in the hallway, right?”

“Uh, right. Sorry about that.” Louis mumbled an apology, still unable to glance at the boy. So, he was the kid – fucking kid – who almost knocked Harry Styles over.

“Nah, it’s fine. You couldn’t have done any harm, anyway. You’re quite petit.”

“Aw, you’re a shortie.” Zayn smirked, whilst glancing up from his phone.

“Unfortunately.”

“Why unfortunately?” Harry cocked an eyebrow. “You’re cute.”

“That’s the reason why.” Louis pouted.

“Being cute is the reason?” Harry chuckled.

“Kind of…” The small boy felt his blush burning his skin. Just why was he so awkward? And why was he talking about such a stupid thing with Harry Styles? And just…why?

“You’re still cute, though. Especially when you’re squirming.” The curly-haired boy grinned. Zayn barked a laugh.

Louis didn’t know what to say. He just didn’t know, he didn’t know anything. Were these guys making fun of him? Were they simply teasing him? He felt helpless.

“What’s your name, babe?” Harry smiled at him and he made the mistake of looking up, into those big green eyes. His jaw almost went slack.

“Uh…Louis…Tomlinson.”

“You’ll be at the freshmen’s party, right?”

“Guess so…It’s being organized for us, so…” Louis blushed.

“Good.” Harry smirked.

x

“Oh, come on, Lou. You’re not…just…stop it already!” Stan growled at his best friend who readjusted his hair for the billionth time that evening. “We’re gonna miss out on the whole party if you’re not coming and I’m going, so just stop that.”

“But…” Louis mumbled. “I have to…look good, okay?”

“Lou, your hair has been the same for the last hour, you didn’t fix anything about it, it looks perfectly fine, you’re a delicious little freshman with your tight black pants and your quirky suspenders and the v-neck, you’re the most stylish person in the world, I would go gay for you. You ready?” Stan rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay…okay.” Louis sighed, looking back at the mirror just once. He felt ridiculous and ugly. Nice start for a party.

x

The house where the party was held was already on fire when Louis and Stan arrived. Most of the seniors were already drunk, kissing, dancing wildly, with the small ones.

“There’s your man, Tommo.” Stan pointed to the living room door halfheartedly. Harry was there alright, but he was obviously chatting up a girl with long legs and a mini skirt that looked more like a paper towel around the girl’s waist. Harry was gripping that sophomore’s pretty thigh with one hand, the other was pressed to the wall as he leaned in a flashed his gorgeous dimpled smile.

“I’m gonna get wasted and then I’m gonna sob in a room upstairs, alone.” Louis declared, trying to make it sound like a joke, but he didn’t actually convince Stan.

“Come on, Lou…you knew he’s like this.” The boy patted his back kindly. “We can still have fun, and you know, you may as well have a chance with him. We know too damn well that he’s bi.”

“Yeah, but he obviously likes firm thighs and long locks and big boobs…Call me if you get any of those for me. I’d appreciate them.”

“What you lack is confidence, Lou.” Stan grinned. “And booze will help you boost it.”

“You sound like a commercial…” The blue-eyed boy smiled, tearing his gaze from the curly-headed charmer.

“Hello there, lads.” A familiar voice called for them. Liam Payne.

“Hi, uh, Liam, right?” Stan smiled back, subtly elbowing Louis until he said his hi too.

“Yup. You guys just arrived, yeah?” The older boy smiled at them, quite kindly. “If you need anything…you know, ask.”

“Oh, the blue-eyed kid is here.” Niall grinned from behind Liam. “Hi there. Harry said your name is Louis.”

“Uh, yeah. I didn’t assume he would remember it.” Louis smiled back awkwardly. Niall had some weird glow…Some kind of laid-back kindness that was almost gentle. He said a few words to Stan as well before shouting over the room. “Hey, Hazza. Look who’s here!”

Louis felt his cheeks redden quickly as he glanced at the ground, feeling embarrassed already. He was truly taken aback when he saw the familiar white Chuck Taylors approaching him.

“Oh, pretty blue-eyed boy who doesn’t like to be called cute.” Harry smirked. He was clearly enjoying himself with what seemed to be an obvious schoolgirl-type of blush and batted eyelashes. This freshman was just so delicious, tight pants, round bum, pretty bronze skin, and he was so small, such a petite cutie. Harry gulped. He was too drunk to handle the inviting sweetness of that boy.

“I’m famous for my stupidity, then?” Louis managed to smile weakly, attempting to look just a little more normal. “At first I was the kid that knocked you over.”

“Right now you’re a delicious little kid, kid.” The older boy grinned and Louis felt his cheeks flare. He was sure that Stan had already disappeared.

“Uh…”

Harry didn’t let him embarrass himself with some weird reply, he was a natural talker.

“You’re 15, right?”

“Nah…I’m 14.” Louis smiled innocently. “I’m the last person with a birthday in my class, I was born in December…”

“Oh…” Harry mumbled awkwardly for the first time, but he didn’t let it show for more than a second.

x

He was talking to him, a lot, quite a lot, and he was leaning close and Louis was getting lost in those eyes, not to mention that vodka-cranberry that made everything feel much warmer and safer and fuzzier. His head was pulling tricks on him, emphasising the way he licked his lips when he was talking.

“You keep looking at my mouth, little one.” Harry grinned, voice slurring just a bit.

“I can’t help it…” Louis mumbled, glancing back into the vicious green eyes. Worse idea.

“Why?”

“Don’t know…”

“I’m sure you do.” Harry smirked, leaning in closer, way closer than necessary. Louis gulped, trying to avert his gaze from the curly-haired boy’s handsome features.

“You know what they say about eyes?” Harry smiled flirtatiously.

“What?”

“If someone abruptly gets intimately close to you, there are two different reactions. If your pupils turn into pinpoints, you’re scared.” Harry whispered the words over the thumping music, letting his hot breath tickle Louis’ cheek. “But if they’re blown wide, just like yours right now…it means that you’re attracted to that person who just moved into your personal bubble.”

“Oh, really?” Louis wondered, half mischievously, half embarrassedly. “Who else fell for this trick of yours?”

“Who keeps count?” The curly-headed charmer smirked. “Mind as well fall for it yourself, it’d make one person.”

“Not sure if I should, though.” Louis smiled, feeling helpless. Somewhere, the sober part of his brain was yelling You’re gonna get hurt! It’ll burn and you know it!, but something else, something much more forceful was telling him to move in.

“Come on, no one has ever poisoned themselves with Styles.” The older boy grinned, getting closer, millimeter by millimeter, letting his lips graze over Louis’, just for a second, before he kissed him, grabbing him by his small waist and pushing him down.

x

“Fuck, why’s he making out with Louis?” Niall hissed through his teeth as he eyed the two entwined boys on the couch.

“Because he makes out with everyone, Ni?” Zayn shrugged. “Why are you so…weird about this kid?”

“Because he’s a kid, that’s why. Can’t you see it?” The Irish boy rolled his eyes in disbelief. “He has a massive crush on Harry. A fucking massive crush on him, Zaynie. And you know Haz. He won’t even notice him tomorrow. Look at how he’s clinging to him already.”

Zayn glanced at the couch halfheartedly, seeing the small boy’s hands entangle with the infamous curls. “That poor kid…” He muttered, mainly to himself.

x

Louis had promised his mum that he wasn’t going to sleep at that house. At around four in the morning he was back in his bed, mind still fuzzy and full of Harry, Harry, Harry. Somewhere, deep down, his brain was still screaming What have you done? You’ll get hurt! But he shut that voice down as he climbed into his bed, trying to remember every touch, every kiss, everything they had shared that night.

x

“You hooked up with him.” Stan shrugged. “I saw you.”

“I know…I couldn’t help it…” Louis mumbled, kind of ashamed of a red bruise on his neck.

“So, what now?” Stan asked warily.

“Um…I don’t know. I suppose…nothing. I…I don’t want nothing, though.”

“Louis, why him?” Stan rolled his eyes in disbelief. “Why him, out of all people?”

“I don’t know that either…but…” Louis trailed off as he spotted the infamous curls. “What if…I just say hi to him? Maybe…that’ll help.”

“Sure it will. He’ll tell you to kindly fuck off.”

“But…we had…and he didn’t…and…” Louis blushed at the memory.

“Just because he didn’t fuck you, it doesn’t mean that he wants something from you, Lou.”

“I still have to know.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll be waiting in class with my shoulder to cry on, mate.” Stan shrugged, heading to his classmates.

Louis swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to do, what to say…That voice in his brain turned loud now, accusing, hostile: See? You’re going to hurt! Get there and face it You got yourself into this!

He didn’t have any other idea. At least there weren’t too many people around him. Only his three best friends and Louis could handle them.

He gritted his teeth, feeling his heart skip a beat as he approached the four boys.

“Uh…morning.” He smiled weakly.

“Morning, Louis. How are you?” Liam smiled kindly. Harry didn’t look his way; he was engrossed in conversation with Zayn.

“Um, fine, thanks. I came to…ask…I mean…Harry…um…” His tongue didn’t want to work with him, he felt already ridiculous, turning into a mumbling mess and he hadn’t even faced the real problem yet.

“Mate, would you pay attention to him for a second?” Niall elbowed the green-eyed boy who finally turned around, gaze falling at the small, trembling boy.

“Oh…you.”

“Um…” Louis felt the fierce blush creep up his neck to cover his cheeks as he gazed down at the ground.

“Okay…” Harry’s hand flew to his head. “Come here.”

Louis followed him, stepping away from the three boys. They finally stopped next to a window. Harry stared at him for a second as if trying to decide how much damage had been done.

“About last night…”

“Um…you don’t have to say it…” Louis shrugged easily, shoulders falling in defeat. He couldn’t tear his gaze from his shoes as he spoke. “I figured…I just wanted to…to make…sure.”

“Look, kid…I’m sorry, okay?” Harry scratched the back of his head as he uttered the words. Ditching someone hadn’t felt so hard in a long time. “It’s just that…you’re way too young, okay?”

“Okay.” Louis tried so hard, he really tried to keep it in himself until he was out of sight, but his voice betrayed him. The small word came out as a shaky breath, resembling whine.

“No…don’t cry…” Harry gulped. Niall had probably been right about him.

“No, okay…I’m…going.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Louis.” Harry breathed the words. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

“Then you could’ve at least given me a better reason.” Louis muttered, facing away from him.

“But that’s the only reason I have.”

“Well, that’s just stupid then.” Louis felt anger built up in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to stop, but Harry’s confused face made him even angrier. “What? I wasn’t too young yesterday when you were trying to shove your tongue down my throat? Mind my language, mate, but you can’t just do that.”

“But…” Harry shrugged, feeling defensive and too proud to admit defeat. “You wanted it.”

“Yeah, people want many things, Harry. We all want to be pretty, muscular, we all want money and cars, right? We don’t just go and touch them to make ourselves feel a little better.” The younger boy hissed through his teeth. “Yes, I do wanted to kiss you, true. No, I didn’t want to end up like this the day after. You know why? Because this just hurts, that’s why. I thought…no, I didn’t even think about…I was just…desperate because…well, anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re just not playing fair.”

“Not playing fair? What does that supposed to mean?” Harry rolled his eyes.

“You say I’m too young, but you knew how old I was yesterday, right? I told you, fair and square, all honest. You still…You still did all that, just to tell me to fuck off today. That’s not how you play a game, Harry. That’s cheating…” Louis pointed out, his tone strong, but fading towards the end. “You could’ve at least made up a real excuse like I’m ugly, or it’s not you, it’s me or you don’t want a serious relationship, or…anything…anything would’ve been better, you know.” He turned away to hide the first tear that slid down his cheek and lingered on his chin for a while before getting soaked up by his jumper.

“I didn’t make up any good excuse, because…” Harry sighed, defeated by the kid. “…I didn’t have one, okay? I just…listen.” He grabbed Louis’ arm and pulled him closer, resting his head on top of the boy’s. “You’re so sweet, and cute, and innocent, and just so pretty…I’m…I’m gonna hurt you, if I start anything with you. The rumours are true, Louis. Well, most of them. And I do only date mostly older people. Definitely older people than you…”

“You know, for a while, yesterday, I shot my brain off and actually believed that I was the only exception.” Louis muttered, limbs feeling like dead weight, body rigid in Harry’s arms.

“Shit…” Harry sighed. “What if…what if you are? I…I mean…we could…but…Lou, people will judge the both of us too much, if we just get together. You’re a freshman, for god’s sake. I could…we could date, try it, yeah, but…secretly? Trust me, I know…a secretary was fired because of me…”

“But…you want it? Don’t pity me, Harry.”

“You told me yourself, I knew about your age and all that yesterday. Still wanted you. Want you now too.” Harry smiled, kissing the faint bruise on Louis’ neck. “Besides, I already marked my territory. I tend to be quite possessive.”

Louis turned in his arms, locking him into a tight hug. “You know, this is not the best way to be secretive about a relationship. We’re in the middle of school.”

“You’re still fucking cute.”

x

Louis’ mum had accepted so fast, so easily. She didn’t really have a choice, though. Harry Styles had been anchoring in her home for the past two months, almost every day. And she didn’t actually mind, not as long as his son was beaming with happiness and the cause was so obviously the curly-haired boy with the glimmering green eyes.

Louis was content, calmer than ever. Harry was faithful, charmingly faithful and caring. He had been gentle, patient, leading the younger boy into the mysteries of a relationship, showing him around, letting him take his time until the point where Louis felt secure around him, pressing his lips against his anytime, without a thought. With every shared moment, every discarded piece of clothing Louis became more and more engrossed in him, more secure, undressing from his fears and concerns.

Funnily, the relationship remained hidden, well enough. Niall knew they were dating, he was sure. And he actually managed to squeeze the hoarse ‘yes’ out of Harry. He was supportive, along with Zayn and Liam who couldn’t be kept in the dark.

Stan figured it out, even though he wasn’t sure. The content smile on Louis’ face, the small waves to the older boy in breaks, the lack of contact almost every afternoon…it added up to none other than a relationship. It was around the time where Louis was considering actually letting Harry take his virginity, when he blurted it out to Stan. He had to talk to someone who was not Niall, and definitely not Liam or Zayn. Other than the four boys and Louis’ family…only Harry’s mother knew about them. And she loved Louis to bits: You keep him grounded, sweetheart. He really cares about you. Did you know that he hasn’t ever introduced someone to his mum? And someone so sweet. Harry, you’re going to have serious problems if you break this boy’s heart!

Anne was sweet. And Louis liked to be at Harry’s house, or at his own house, or anywhere with him. He really wanted to just run to Harry in the break and kiss him, though. That was all he wanted.

It was only after the New Year fuss was over when he finally built up the courage to tell it to Harry. They were at Harry’s house, laying next to each other, entangled in warm sheets, when outside winter was bringing more cold. Louis let his fingertips graze his boyfriend’s skin, his chest, his arms as he nuzzled closer, letting out a sleepy sigh. He felt Harry’s arms lock around his waist as the older boy closed his eyes.

“You know…it’s been so long…”

“You hold a record, Lou. No one ever managed to keep me for this long.”

“Yeah, I’ve even got older and…”

“So, that’s where you’re coming from, babe.” Harry chuckled lazily, rolling them over.

“I’m just…I’m in your age-range now, right?” Louis blushed fiercely, gazing into the green eyes with hope tucked in his heart.

“Hey, Lou…” Harry mumbled between a few small pecks. “Would you like…to date the…biggest perv in school? Like publicly?”

‘I’d love to.” Louis smiled back at him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You do realize that everyone will be aware of your sexual orientation?”

“I’m gonna be dating the hottest guy in school, I think I’ll be okay.” Louis grinned.

“Plus, if anyone hurts you, I’ll personally murder them. Or hire Niall. He’d do a great job.” Harry grinned. “Lou, I promise. We’re walking in hand in hand on Monday.”

Louis couldn’t help but giggle happily, crossing his legs around Harry’s weight. He’d been waiting for it for so long…

“It’s not…not because of the age thing, Lou.” Harry muttered, his tone serious. “It’s because we’ve been happy for a few months now. Why cover it, right? I’m not afraid to show the world the person I love.”

“Haz…” Louis mumbled, blushing. “I…love you too. Very much. Even if you still call me kid sometimes.”

“It still suits you.”

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