It was April vacation, both the eager boys and everyone else who attended the school had one week off to do whatever they pleased.
For Louis being a 12th grader that meant more time to get wasted and have meaningless sex, but just the thought of that causes him to feel guilt. Why? Sure, Louis has accepted that he is very much attracted to the curly haired, shirt stealing boy, but he doesn't like him or anything. No, that's out of the question.
This fic isn't being continued sooo sorry. Here's the end of what I wrote like a year ago, thought I'd post it anyway.
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Fanfiction"louis don't fucking look his way ever again." ha, since when has louis ever done what he was told? long story short, harry is a freshman in high school and louis is a who-the-fuck-knows-how-many-times-he's-stayed-back senior, and yet they find...
