High School Lovers ~L.S.

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Louis thought that was insanely adorable.

"Just a nickname.. You called me Lou"

"Oh.. so I can call you Lou?"

"Only if I can call you Haz"

Harry nodded and smiled at the ground. Louis patted the grass next to him, welcoming the green eyed boy to seat himself, and Harry happily took the offer.

They sat next to each other, just a few inches apart. And after a few silent minutes, Harry took a deep breath and asked a question he'd been thinking about since the kiss..

"Did I make you uncomfortable? ya know- since we don't really know each other all too well?"

"Not at all. And I'm really looking forward to getting to know you, Haz" Louis says quietly

"I wanna get to know you too.. I just don't want Zayn to take you away everytime I get close"

"You saying you wanna be close again?" Louis asked

Harry didn't speak. 

The answer to that question was yes, though. He wants to kiss him again. It confuses Harry, because some part of him still thinks he should dislike Louis, but another part just wants to touch his lips again.

"I want to be close with you like that again, Harry. Obviously, it's weird to me, and I assume it is to you aswell. But... just... I'd like to wait until we're both 100% sober, ya know" Louis sighs

"Yeah" Harry simply agreed

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight, Louis"

"Niall's letting you stay here tonight, right?" Louis asked. Harry nodded and looked up at Louis, silently begging Louis to stay with him all night.

And Louis somehow understood that. Somehow, these two already understand each other far better than they probably should.

"Let's go to bed, Haz" Louis mumbled as he stood up and held his hand out to Harry

Harry took it and they tiredly stumbled into the house, up to the second floor, and into the spare room.

Harry undressed, just down to his boxers, and watched Louis do the same.

"Three weeks ago, I would've rather puked up a lung than sleep in the same room as you" Harry giggled

"Yeah. I would've rather made out with my step dad than kiss you once" Louis joked

They crawled into the bed, under the blanket, and both stared at the cieling and let out a slow sigh

"Louis Tomlinson.. you have incredibly soft lips" Harry whispered into the cool air of the room

"Harry Styles, you're the softest, sweetest boy I've ever met" Louis replied

"I like being sweet"

"Wear a sweater to school then" 

Harry went silent at that. He was still worried about what people would think. 

"What if I wore something to match you? Like, we both wear a sweater?" Lou asked, even quieter

"Yeah.. then I'd feel better" Harry whispered

"I've got oen with stripes on it" Louis giggles

"I've got one with loads of patterns" Harry turns to look at Louis. Both have big grins on their lips.

"Alright, then. Monday. We both wear our sweaters, I'll give you a ride to school." Louis declares

"Sounds good to me" Harry agrees

Both stare at each other until Harry's eyes start to shut. They've got a gap between them- they aren't cuddling. But they're trying to watch each other.

"We're gonna talk about everything in the morning?" Harry whispered, half asleep

"I promise" Louis nodded